Daughter Of Lightning - Book 2 (A Percy Jackson x OC fanfic)

CHAPTER 33

(Percy's POV)

That afternoon was one of the happiest I’d ever spent at camp, which maybe goes to show, you never know when your world is about to be rocked to pieces.

I found Grover with Nora in the strawberry field that afternoon.

I wasn't really sure if Nora wanted to see or speak to me after what happened yesterday since she seemed overly interested in the strawberry bushes than talking to me...

Grover announced that he’d be able to spend the rest of the summer with us
before resuming his quest for Pan.

His bosses at the Council of Cloven Elders were so impressed that he hadn’t gotten himself killed & had cleared the way for future searchers, that they granted him a two-month furlough & a new set of reed pipes.

The only bad news: Grover insisted on playing those pipes all afternoon long, & his musical skills hadn’t improved much.

He played “YMCA,” & the strawberry plants started going crazy, wrapping around our feet like they were trying to strangle us.

I guess I couldn’t blame them.

"Grover stooooppppp!!" Nora whined like a five year old as she covered her ears.

But Grover obviously didn't.

That just caused Nora to chase him straight into a shrub. He came back out spitting out & dusting leaves off himself while Nora laughed(a very beautiful laugh at that..but don't tell her I said that..) much to Grover’s dismay.

Grover told me he could dissolve the empathy link between the three of us, now that we were face to face, but I told him we’d rather keep it if it was okay with him.

He put down his reed pipes & stared at Nora & me.

“But, if I get in trouble again, you two will be in danger! You could die!”

“If you get in trouble again, we want to know about it. And we’ll come help you
again, G-man. We wouldn’t have it any other way.” I said looking over at Nora who just nodded in agreement.

In the end he agreed not to break the link.

He went back to playing “YMCA” for the strawberry plants. I didn’t need an empathy link with the plants to know how they felt about it.

Later on during archery class, Chiron pulled me aside & told me he’d fixed my problems with Meriwether Prep.

The school no longer blamed me for destroying their gymnasium. The police were no longer looking for me.

“How did you manage that?” I asked.

Chiron’s eyes twinkled. “I merely suggested that the mortals had seen something different on that day-a furnace explosion that was not your fault.”

“You just said that & they bought it?”

“I manipulated the Mist. Some day, when you’re ready, I’ll show how it’s done.”

“You mean, I can go back to Meriwether next year?”

Chiron raised his eyebrows. “Oh, no, they’ve still expelled you. Your headmaster, Mr. Bonsai, said you had-how did he put it?-un-groovy karma that disrupted the school’s educational aura. But you’re not in any legal trouble, which was a relief to your mother. Oh, & speaking of your mother...”

He unclipped his cell phone from his quiver & handed it to me. “It’s time you called her.”

The worst part was the beginning-the “Percy-Jackson-what-were-you-thinking-do-you-have-any-idea-how-worried-I-was-sneaking-off-to-camp-without-permission-going-on-dangerous-quests-&-scaring-me-half-to-death” part.