Dedicated to my best friend cryellowse who helped me plan this whole act and the plotwists in Viviene's life. Thank you♡
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THEY ARRIVED IN LONG ISLAND JUST AFTER CLARISSE, THANKTS TO THE CENTAURS' TRAVEL POWERS. When they got to camp, the centaurs were anxious to meet Dionysus. They'd heard he threw some really wild parties, but they were disappointed. The wine god was in no mood to celebrate as the whole camp gathered at the top of Half-Blood Hill. The camp had been through a hard two weeks.
The arts and crafts cabin had burned to the ground from an attack by a Draco Aionius (which as near as I could figure was Latin for "really-big-lizard- with-breath-that-blows-stuff-up"). The Big House's rooms were overflowing with wounded. The kids in the Apollo cabin, who were the best healers, had been working overtime performing first aid.
Everybody looked weary and battered as they crowded around Thalia's tree.
The moment Clarisse draped the Golden Fleece over the lowest bough, the moonlight seemed to brighten, turning from gray to liquid silver. A cool breeze rustled in the branches and rippled through the grass, all the way into the valley.
Everything came into sharper focus-the glow of the fireflies down in the woods, the smell of the strawberry fields, the sound of the waves on the beach. Gradually, the needles on the pine tree started turning from brown to green.Everybody cheered. It was happening slowly, but there could be no doubt-the Fleece's magic was seeping into the tree, filling it with new power and expelling the poison.
Chiron ordered a twenty-four/seven guard duty on the hilltop, at least until he could find anappropriate monster to protect the Fleece. He said he'd place an ad in Olympus Weekly right away.
In the meantime, Clarisse was carried on her cabin mates' shoulders down to the amphitheater,where she was honored with a laurel wreath and a lot of celebrating around the campfire.
Viviene watched as her cabin mates cheered and led her to the campfire, her heart stinging.
She turned to see Percy glaring at something, and she followed his eyes.
Holden Castellan stood with the Stoll brothers, talking and laughing. He had his sword in his hand,his other hand in the pocket of his shorts. Holden's hair was messy, his face glowing with hapiness.
Viviene remebered Luke's words, her heartbeat speeding up.
"I'm going to talk to him, Percy." Viviene said, avoiding Percy's gaze. "See you later."
Viviene walked away before Percy could argue. Percy was worried for her. Holden obviously meant something to her, and even though he was jelalous, a part of him hope Luke was lying.
If Holden brought Viviene more hapiness than he could bring her, then he'd let go off her.
"Viviene! What's up!" Connor Stoll smiled happily. "Heard you fought Polyphemus. Nice one." He fist bumped her. Viviene offered a tight smile before turning to Holden.
"We need to talk in private." She said, her smile falling and an unreadable expression on her face. Holden's features were now filled with concern, the happy light in his eyes gone.
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RED ¹ / Percy Jackson !
Fanfiction"I suggest you stop this nonsense." "No. No unless she does as I say, or I swear, I will murder Percy right here right now." "Don't you dare touch a single hair on Percy, do you hear me?" Viviene yelled, taking a step closer to her father. " I fucki...
