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Annabeth usually found herself slightly mesmorized by him when he was fighting. Particularly when he was fighting shirtless.   Percy stood barefoot in the middle of the arena, because he said it was easier to fight without shoes. Wider range of motion, or something like that. He kicked and flipped and punched the straw dummies set up around him, moving “the way some people play chess: like he was putting all the moves together and you couldn’t see the pattern until he made the last move and won.” At least, that’s how Percy had said it. He’d learned it from studying Quitus years ago.   Within seconds, three of

The very first time he saw her was at a club in Rome.   She had a smile brighter than the sun. She carried herself like she hadn’t a care in the world. She was calm, unconcerned, completely absorbed in conversation with two other women her age. Eighteen or nineteen. But she looked so much smarter than other girls he’d seen of her age. More mature. Like she wouldn’t say yes to just anyone.   Maybe that’s what drew him to her initially. He’d been with many other girls recently but this one—there was something about this one, something that surprised him. If he got nothing else out of this, he realized, he

Annabeth usually found herself slightly mesmorized by him when he was fighting. Particularly when he was fighting shirtless.   Percy stood barefoot in the middle of the arena, because he said it was easier to fight without shoes. Wider range of motion, or something like that. He kicked and flipped and punched the straw dummies set up around him, moving “the way some people play chess: like he was putting all the moves together and you couldn’t see the pattern until he made the last move and won.” At least, that’s how Percy had said it. He’d learned it from studying Quitus years ago.   Within seconds, three of

It was a perfect day at camp.   The sun sparkled brilliantly on the canoe lake, slices of golden light reaching through the branches of the trees. Campers went about normal activities. At the bottom of the lake, naiads were weaving baskets. The smell of warm strawberries was heavy on the air, sweet and summery. Nymphs chased each other through the forest and their laughter echoed throughout the valley.   But if you looked closely, you could see the uneasiness. Campers held tension in their shoulders. Everyone was armed. Weapons were being stockpiled, and every spare moment was spent in the swordfighting arena, practicing. War was coming w

~*A Percy Jackson and the Olympians and The Mortal Instruments Crossover*~ I woke up to the noise of people walking across the room. I hadn’t really been dreaming, just sleepily remembering the events of the previous day. Well, at least this time you remember everything when you wake up, I said bitterly to myself. I didn’t want to get up, since I was really tired, but there were a lot of people in the room who couldn’t keep quiet. With a sigh of defeat I lifted the sheets off my head and lifted it from my pillow.   Next to me, Magnus was still asleep, breathing lightly. He looked younger when he was asleep, he looked more r