The sun was just going down after the long summer day, casting an ethereal peachy shade across the sky, when Y/N formally met Luke. There was a slight breeze in the summer air that made Y/N snuggle deeper into her sweatshirt, and there was the sound of socializing as campers did their afternoon activities. But her most favorite part was the sugary sent in the air from the strawberry fields. It reminded her of nectar.

"...And this is cabin eleven," Annabeth said, pushing the door open.

The sun was gone and a cloudly persian blue sky replaced it. This would be the last stop of the tour, and it was also nearly lights out. The contrast between the lively campers and the clashing of swords, and the quiet noises of the forest.

Y/N followed closely behind the blonde girl she had quickly come to like. The girl was stubborn and didn't take shit from others. Annabeth got the same notion about Y/N. She was a bit hesitant at first about the strange girl, thinking their strong personalities might clash, but instead they clicked perfectly together.

Secretly, most of all, Annabeth was hoping that Y/N would be the one her prophecy was talking about.

"This is Y/N," Annabeth announced gesturing to the girl beside her.

Upon peering inside the wooden cabin, there were several different kids sitting around and socializing, all wearing the bright orange camp shirts she'd been seeing since she arrived. They stopped their conversing to all stare at the new kid.

"A regular?" One of the boys asked, hopefully.

Annabeth responded for Y/N. "Undetermined."

The cabin members suddenly looked disinterested, turning back to their conversations as if Y/N had just gone from a shiny bar of gold to a pile of dog food.

A tall blond boy stepped away from his card game with a younger camper. He was pretty attractive with short, sandy hair and a pale scar that ran across his face. It was the same boy she'd seen in winter. Y/N held her breath for a moment, hoping he didn't recognize her.

"Luke," he introduced, giving Y/N a particular look. "I swear I've seen you before."

"I don't think we've met."

"Hmm, maybe so." He stared at her a moment longer, thinking deeply before shrugging off the thought.

Gods, she loved the Mist.

"I'll be your counselor for the time being—until you get claimed by your godly parent. For the 'regulars,' our father is Hermes, the god of travelers, so we take in all the new comers."

Y/N was quite fond of Hermes. He had always been nice to her, but he was usually busy managing the Hermes Express to hang out for more than a few hours.

Luke gestured to an empty section on the ground near the door. "Uh, this is kind of the only spot we have right now, but we'll steal some stuff for you from the camp store."

"You missed dinner, but we can find something for you before the harpies come out," Annabeth offered.

"It's alright," Y/N replied. "Thanks though."

Annabeth leaned against the doorframe. "If you need anything, then just ask one of us," she paused. "I think you'll really like camp. It's much nicer when it's lighter out. I can show you around more tomorrow morning."

Y/N smiled gratefully. "Thank you. I'd really like that."

"I'll go get you some things before I get eaten," Luke said with a charming laugh. "Annabeth, I can walk you back you your cabin."

The blonde blushed so deeply, Aphrodite would've been proud.

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The floor was cold and hard and sad, and Y/N did not like it. The sleeping bag she was wrapped in was dingy, and there was a hole on the bottom where stuffing was coming out. The storm outside was thundering, the rain coming down on the windows like rocks. The gods really did love for everyone to know when they were mad.

Everyone was fast asleep except Luke Castellan. He had been having trouble sleeping since winter, but what a small price to pay for such a superior cause. He didn't mind it at all as it also gave him plenty of time to think while nobody else was bothering him.

Y/N, however, was sleeping like she'd just run a marathon, all cuddled inside a memory.

"I do not think you want to be a hero," Y/N adjusted her pure white himation on her shoulder.

Alexander tossed another pebble into the fountain and squinted at her. "I do."

"So you ask to be under the wrath of a god?" She asked rhetorically. "You quickly will be with the amount of stones you are throwing at Poseidon."

He stopped himself mid stone search. "I only mean I wish to be remembered in history."

Y/N thought about that for a moment, wondering if her story would be told one day or if Western Civilization would be located in Greece by that time. Zeus had only recently told her that Olympus could move with civilization, and she was dearly fixated on that fact.

"I suppose that is a reasonable wish," she said, unsure of what else to add.

"I am going to be remembered for my bravery," he concluded like a fact.

He glanced at the pretty girl in front of him who was trying to coax an iridescent dragonfly into the palm of her hand. She could easily be a goddess in disguise. He had heard stories of gods and goddesses asking for hospitality in disguise of someone unsuspecting to find the kindest of the bunch.

"What are you going to be remembered for?" He asked.

It was an innocent question, but Y/N had to take a deep breath to calm her heart. She was not meant to be remembered. In fact, in the best case scenario, she would be invisible.

"I have not thought about that."

"Truly?"

"Truly. Not everyone wishes to die a horribly painful death just to be a story," she teased.

He rolled his eyes but laughed. "I suppose you are correct, but perhaps I would be granted immortality for my heroism."

She nearly gagged thinking about a lifetime of immortality stuck with this arrogant boy.

"Y/N, we must leave."

The girl in question turned to see Aphrodite standing near her, waiting with a graceful air to her.

"Yes, My Lady." She stood and lightly urged the beautiful insect on her finger to take flight. "It was nice to meet you Alexander."

But he was too busy gaping at Aphrodite.

"Do close your mouth," Y/N scolded.

"Uh, yes." He did as she said, but the stupid expression didn't leave his face.

"My Lady," She chided as if the goddess had control over her alluring appearance.

Aphrodite giggled. "My apologies, darling. Alexander, we really must go."

He blinked and then smiled at Y/N. "Will you return?"

She stood beside Aphrodite and reminded him, "Just visiting."

"Right." He looked disappointed.

Aphrodite smiled with slight mischief. "Do not fret. Perhaps she will be back."

The goddess was right. She would be back.

Y/N was startled awake as a branch hit the window of the cabin. She blinked against the darkness, trying to make out the shadowy shapes. She had no idea what time it was, which was the most disorienting thing. Had she been asleep for half an hour or was it nearly morning already?

She searched for her backpack, looking for something to eat, but as soon as the horribly loud crinkling of the packaging ripped through the room, she decided against it and closed her backpack.

Sighing, she laid back down on the floor. She'd slept in worse places, but she'd definitely slept in better ones. She didn't know wether she should go back to sleep or stay up, but that was easily decided for her when she heard yelling outside.

For a moment Y/N thought she'd imagined the distressed call as the rest of the cabin was sound asleep, but there it was again.

As quietly as possible, she put on socks, shoes, and her sweatshirt. The door creaked as she opened it. Before she could decided wether this was eternally stupid or not, she shut the door behind her and stood on the porch. The dark rainfall was making it difficult to locate the noise or even see what was going on.

As if on cue, a very large creature emerged from the far woods where she remembered Thalia's tree was from the initial camp tour. Y/N slipped her bracelet off and flipped it into her trusty imperial gold sword. So as one does when they lack common sense or when they've had a council of ancient gods as their advisor—or perhaps both—she ran towards the minotaur.

In the distance were three figures. Two boys and a woman. She couldn't make out their faces in the rain, but one of the boys was slung over the other, seemingly passed out. The Minotaur was approaching them with quick, thundering stomps.

"—Remember what I said!"

The woman took the unconscious boy, and they split up. Y/N was nearly there after almost ungracefully slipping on the mud a few times. As the Minotaur charged, they dived in opposite directions at the last minute.

"Percy?" Y/N exclaimed in disbelief, halting next to the boy.

He did a double take. "Y/N?"

The monster stared it beady eyes down at them for a moment and charged with newfound anger.

"What are you— split up!" She yelled.

Y/N sprinted to the left and Percy to the right. The Minotaur stormed through the middle with white hot anger. After regaining his bearings, he diverted his attention to the woman and the unconscious Grover.

"Me? What are you doing here?" He asked.

"I—"

Y/N's brain was running at full speed. There was no way they'd all four make it back to camp. The woman was backing up towards the road at the bottom of the hill in an attempt to lure the creature away from Grover, but nobody here looked armed so both Y/N and the woman knew what was going to happen. Y/N was the only one with a weapon.

"Run!" The woman called at them desperately. "I can't go any farther. Run!"

Percy was frozen in fear, but Y/N lept into action, running down the hill just as the Minotaur charged once again.

"Mom!"

Y/N broke into a sprint. There was no way she could let Percy's mom die. His mom sidestepped when the monster came near, but after being tricked one too many times, he'd learned his lesson. He shot his arm out and grabbed ahold of her in his meaty hand. She kicked and struggled.

She looked right at Percy. "Go!"

It wasn't hard at all to see the obvious care in their relationship. She was dying and her only concern was her son.

Y/N slid in the mud, using her force from running down the hill to dig her sword into the bull-man's calf. Sand spilled from the wound as she stabbed him again and again. The monster hollered in agony.

"Let her go!" She screamed.

The Minotaur tried to step on her like a giant, but Y/N was too quick. She dived left and right, always out of the way. For a moment, she wondered what would happen if he really did step on her. There was only one way for her to truly die, but she knew she wasn't indestructible... and she was getting tired.

Calmly, she yelled, "Sir, I'm really going to need you to put her down!"

The Minotaur just bellowed loudly in response.

Why wasn't this thing dying? She had stabbed it a decent amount of times. Ares would be delighted or as delighted as he could muster, which would probably be a deadpanned face but maybe a fist bump.

With an angry roar, the monster closed his fist around Percy's mother. She melted through his hand into pure, shimmering, golden light, and then she disappeared into darkness.

Y/N gasped in surprise.

"No!" Percy shouted.

He was rushed with strength and energy. His body burned with anger as the monster began to make his way to Grover, who was still passed out in the ground, completely defenseless.

Y/N made her way back up to the mountain. There was no way Percy or Y/N was going to let this monster take Grover either. She reconvened with Percy, who suddenly had hellfire behind his eyes.

"What's the plan?" She asked.

It was as if they had been partners for years, and Percy didn't even have a moment to think about how weird the situation was. "I can create a diversion. You go around."

"Got it."

Y/N ran around the outside of the trees as Percy took off his red rain jacket, backing up to where he was in front of Thalia's pine tree. He shook the jacket out and waved it like a muleta.

"Hey! Hey, stupid! Ground beef!" Percy called.

Like a true bull, the monster ducked his head and rushed towards the red jacket. Y/N got the idea quickly enough, she followed closely behind Minotaur— only he was waving his arms in a way where Percy would have no way to dart out of the way.

For Percy, time slowed, allowing him to weigh the options. Before he had time to reconsider, he jumped directly upwards, kicking off the monster's head, and landing on his neck.

The creature rammed directly into the tree. Using that disorientation, Y/N made her move, sinking the imperial gold into its shoulder up until the hilt. The bull-man began to stagger around before she could retrieve it. Limping and moaning in pain, the monster attempted to shake Percy off his shoulders, but Percy had an iron grip on the creature.

In the grass, Grover was beginning to come around again. "Food!" He moaned miserably.

The creature once again was reminded of his presence. Y/N dashed towards Percy's forgotten rain jacket.

"Mr. Minotaur!" She shouted, respectfully of course.

The monster stormed at Y/N.

Percy was officially angry. First, his mother, and now his two best friends were probably going to die if he didn't figure something out quick enough. He grabbed ahold of one of the bull-man's horns, and pulled back with his whole body until— snap!

Percy was flung off, hitting the grass flat on his back, his head colliding into a rock. When he sat up, the world was blurred and black spots swam around the corners of his vision, but in his hands was the sharp horn.

"Hey!" He heard Y/N calling, but she sounded like she was far away or like he was underwater.

No longer interested in the makeshift muleta, the Minotaur ran for the boy who'd ripped off his horn. Percy rolled to one side and kneeled under the creature. Y/N watched in awe as he lifted the horn and drove it into his side, right under his rib cage. She hadn't thought he'd had any previous training, but he was pretty damn good.

The Minotaur only had moments to register the pain before it exploded into sand, the remains catching the last bit of sprinkling rain and falling to the earth.

Y/N ran towards him, picking up her sword from the ashes. "Percy!"

Percy was trembling, his head aching and the dark spots in his vision closing in. He'd seen his mother die right before his eyes, and he just wanted to sleep forever and cry, but Y/N caught him by the arm before he could fall.

She wrapped an arm around his waist, supporting most of his weight. In any other situation he would've been bright red in embarrassment, but currently he was too tired and hurt to do anything but lean into her side, eternally grateful for her presence.

"Grover," he mumbled.

"I know," she nodded. "Stay with me now, okay?"

Together they brought Grover down the valley and towards the lights of the farmhouse. Delirious from exhaustion, Percy was crying and called for his lost mother. Y/N stayed silent and let him grieve.

Sleep was creeping up on him, but he was nearly there. He held on tighter to his two friends, and walked up the wooden steps. He collapsed on the wood porch and watched the outdoor fan lazily. He didn't have the energy to lift his head, but he could hear Y/N talking to someone.

"Annabeth." Y/N could've cried in relief.

"He's the one. He must be." The girl came into sight, looking down at Percy. Her hair was blond and curled like a princess's.

"Silence, Annabeth," the man chided. "He's still conscious. Bring him inside."

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i do be rereading my own story because i forget what i wrote like one chapter ago
i reread the prologue and forgot i had made y/n have a bracelet sword thing and wrote this whole chapter with a different weapon yikes
consistency who?
i should probs make a note with info for all the characters but instead i'm just winging it each part oops