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The sun was just peeking over the horizon, painting Camp Half-Blood in shades of gold and rose, and Percy Jackson was already awake. He hated mornings, well, most mornings, but there was something about the quiet of camp before everyone else woke up that made him feel… like he could breathe. And today, he wasn’t breathing alone.
Annabeth Chase.
She was leaning against the railing of the Big House balcony, the early sun catching in the faint grey braid. Percy grinned before he could stop himself and strode over, hands shoved in his pockets.
“Morning, wise girl,” he said.
Annabeth’s head snapped up, and for a moment, her smile made his stomach do that weird twisty thing. “Morning, Seaweed Brain,” she replied, her voice soft and teasing, but her eyes flicked down at something glinting around her neck. A delicate silver chain with a small, polished pendant caught the sunlight. Percy didn’t know what it was for, but it felt… intentional.
“You’re up early,” she said, tilting her head. “Trying to get in some extra training before Chiron wakes up?”
Percy shrugged. “Nah, just… wanted to see you before everyone else ruined the morning with screaming and blaring horns.” He gestured toward the cabins where the campers would soon start their day.
Annabeth’s lips quirked. “You mean your usual chaos hours?”
“Exactly.”
For a few moments, they just stood there, the world quiet except for the distant call of a camp owl. Percy noticed something unusual: Annabeth seemed… tired. Not just sleepy, but her shoulders were tense, and her usually bright, brown eyes had a faint shadow beneath them.
“You okay?” he asked.
Annabeth waved a hand dismissively. “I’m fine. Just… training keeps me up later than usual.” She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes the way it usually did. Percy frowned but didn’t push, yet.
Instead, he leaned casually against the railing, glancing at the pendant again. He’d never asked her about it. She’d gotten it a few months ago during the war, it was a gift from her mother, Athena. But it was different from other gifts she’d gotten from her mother. She loved her Yankees cap, but she didn’t seem quite fond of the necklace, just protective.
The morning air was warm, but not too warm, and Percy watched as Annabeth stretched, her movements graceful but careful. He noticed a faint paleness in her skin and how she flinched slightly when the sun hit her just right. His curiosity pricked.
“Annabeth,” he said softly, using her name as if it grounded them both in the quiet morning, “you sure you’re okay?”
Annabeth froze, then forced a smile. “I’m fine, Percy. Really.” But Percy could see the hesitation in her eyes. He wanted to reach out, to touch her shoulder, to ask again—but something in her stance told him she wasn’t ready to tell him yet.
“Alright,” he said, still leaning against the railing. “But if anything’s… off… you tell me. Deal?”
“Deal,” she said, finally allowing herself to relax a fraction.
For a while, they watched the sunrise in silence. Percy felt that strange, comforting feeling again—the one that happened whenever he was near her. It was like the world slowed down just enough that nothing could touch them.
After breakfast, the camp started buzzing with activity. Campers ran between cabins, grabbed weapons for morning training, and shouted greetings to their friends. Percy and Annabeth wandered to the training arena, the pendant swinging lightly against her chest.
“You know,” Percy said, twirling a sword haphazardly, “I could probably take you in a duel now.”
Annabeth laughed softly, shaking her head. “You’re dreaming, Seaweed Brain.”
“Maybe,” he said, smiling. “But I like dreaming big.”
They sparred lightly, their movements fluid, teasing, and intimate in a way that only years of friendship and trust could allow. Percy noticed, though, that Annabeth seemed more cautious than usual, slower to strike, almost like she was holding back. He chalked it up to her training techniques, but a small part of him couldn’t ignore the nagging feeling that something was… different.
By the time they paused for water, Percy’s gut told him there was more to this morning than the usual Camp Half-Blood antics. Annabeth sipped from her canteen and glanced around, almost like she was measuring the sun’s intensity.
There was something hidden behind those brown eyes, something she wasn’t telling him. And Percy Jackson had a way of noticing when things were off.
Later, as the sun climbed higher, Percy caught her glancing over her shoulder toward the forest line, as if expecting something—or someone. He wanted to ask, but again, he held back.
Instead, he stayed close, keeping pace with her, joking and teasing to keep the mood light, all while silently vowing to figure out what was going on.
By the end of the day, as the sun dipped low and shadows stretched across the cabins, Percy realized one thing: something about, Annabeth, was different. And he wasn’t sure if he was ready for it, but he knew one thing for certain: he wasn’t going anywhere.