Dear Percy (Seaweed/Kelp brain, whatever),
Wow... I haven’t written a letter in ages... I still think IM would work better, but whatever. I sorta get the thing you said about liking handwriting (though how you like mine is beyond me, really) and it’s not like living at my dad’s for a bit is super dangerous. If anything huge comes up, I’ll message you. If I’m not too busy dying.
So... let’s see. How’s it with my dad? Well, cool. After saving us from that army of monsters with that plane (which was probably one of the coolest things I’ve ever seen anyone do, especially for a dad) my perspective of him has changed. I mean, before, I was plenty angry, as you saw, but I still held on a bit.... That’s of course the reason I still had the ring on my camp necklace. Anyway, I’m just glad I was able to hold onto that hope, because now we’re doing totally great things like going to some extra cool agricultural sites (one where I met a nasty little monster that almost bit of my thumb. Good thing monsters don’t really like celestial bronze knives...) and sit in book stores together. He’s even fun just to talk to. I know this is totally not normal for teenagers to think, but I love my dad. I’m just so glad he’s safe and all, and I’ll miss him when I go back to camp.
Taking about missing, I already miss you so much, even after a week. Okay, okay. Maybe getting splashed by water isn’t exactly the most fun thing ever (I’m still plotting my revenge... I’d tell you to watch out, but you’d still be too clueless) but the chasing after you part is. And you’re good at making me laugh. Even if I want to strangle you to death the other half of the time.
Either way, I really hope you’re doing great, and I can’t wait to see you! Here, I have a few pictures of my dad and I and the places I’ve been!
With hope,
Annabeth
Dear Wise Girl (you know you deserve that name),
That’s great to hear about your dad! I’m glad that you’re enjoying your time together! Maybe sometime later we could get together? Like, me and my mom and all. I think it’d be cool to meet your dad when things aren’t falling apart for once, and my mom’s super cool too.
Oh, and I also miss you. I just won’t spend too much time on it, because I think some of the Aphrodite cabin are hiring the Stolls to stalk my letters. I don’t know why they bother, since it’s not like I ever write anything mushy, but I guess that’s the Aphrodite cabin for ya.
Anyway, life at camp’s going smoothly right now. I have permission from Chiron to go and visit my mom here and there (which is why meeting up would be possible) so I don’t miss her too greatly, but I think it’d be nice to stay with her next school year. Though, all the training I’m getting in is pretty nice.... You’d think someone as good as me at sword fighting (admit it, I’m good. Even if my skull’s filled with kelp.) wouldn’t need to practice so much or anything, but it’s also just calming. And who knows, maybe I’ll fight another god some day. I can’t ever be perfect (no, you can not catch that on tape) so practice it is! Maybe someday I’ll be as good as Luke was.
Ahh, I’m sorry for bringing him up... oh gods, sorry. Just ignore me.
So yeah, meeting up would be cool, I miss you, and practice is good. Hopefully see you soon, I guess.
Percy
Dear dolphin (AHHH, remember when Mr. D almost turned you into one?),
Sure. I’ll see if I can get my dad to agree with it and schedule a flight over (since I know there’s no way you’re flying here). His work’s doing great, and that means he can afford things like flying places now. Exciting, right? Anyway, I’m also glad training’s going well, and hopefully you can show me a few moves when I get back? I’ll probably know most of them already, since I’ve trained longer than you, but I’m sure there’s a few I haven’t learned.
And the Stolls are stalking your letters? Well... seems like them. At least we know no one’s stolen their bodies (stollen? Stoll? Get it? Oh no, I’m turning into you! RUN), right? Don’t worry, I’m not super mushy either. Normally. There are very few times that I’m mushy, and never am I at the applesauce level. Oh gods... what a horrible analogy. I seriously think you’ve rubbed off on me a bit, and that’s not exactly a good thing for a daughter of Athena. Okay, kidding, yeah yeah, but still. Ah.
So, let’s see... anything new? It’s only been about a week since my last letter, so I’m not sure. Oh, but my dad bought me some candy! I mean, I haven’t had very much candy or anything, so that’s actually a sorta big deal. And guess what I told him before he bought any? “I only eat blue candy.” I started cracking up real hard, and he just sorta looked over at me with a confused expression before getting some blue gummy bears off the shelf. I know it’s your thing, but I sorta want it to be also my thing.... I mean, it’s an act of defiance, and I know that you know that’s a very me sorta thing. So yeah. Blue food forever.
And I almost forgot! My dad saw the grey streak in my hair and offered to get it dyed or something in a shop. He said it’d look really cool and all, I didn’t doubt it would, but, I felt... I don’t know. For me it’s almost like a small reminder of you and I didn’t want to cover it up. How about you? How’s your grey streak doing? I bet you’ve even named it at this point, haven’t you? Ah well. See you soon, I hope, if we can meet up.
Love,
Annabeth
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