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IT WAS THE ruffling of sheets that woke young Navy from her sleep. In the cabin of Nyx, there lay only two offsprings of the goddess.

The cabin was built of colours like purple, black and deep navy blue — although darkness was the main element decorating the interior at all moments of the day.

Nyx wasn't known for having children, more so owning the fear of the gods and the powers of the night. While the other gods had their fun, Nyx prepared the sky for her daughters — to Nyx, they were her greatest gift.

She spent many nights filling her youngest and eldest with knowledge of the gods — of the heaven called Olympus.

Nala, the daughter Nyx birthed nineteen years ago, hadn't much interest in her mother's stories anymore. She much rather spend her time locked in lips with Luke Castellan.

But Navy . . . Oh sweet enchanted Navy, the world would stop spinning just to see the stars reflect in her eyes. Those same green eyes that instilled the fear of Hades in those who looked her way.

You see, Nyx was not only known for her abilities with the night, but also being feared by Zeus himself. Which also meant majority of the residents of Camp Half-Blood feared Navy. Daughter of Nyx.

No one would know what corner Navy lurked in because the shadows concealed her, for she was the shadow.

Nala, ever the outgoing, owns the love of everyone in the camp. She was so scared that no one would like her because of the blood that connected her to her feared family, so she made herself loved by all and feared by none. It's quite helpful . . . unless you need to be feared. You never know what enemies will appear before your eyes.

It was that love the world held for Nala that got her the love of her life. And it was that love of her life that was currently disrupting Navy Sable's slumber.

"Come on, Nala, there's a kid outside the camp border who just killed a minotaur." Luke whisper shouted, though it sounded like more of a shout to Navy's silent trained ears.

Nala grumbled. If there was anything more important to her than her admirers, it was her sleep. "Babe, come on. A freaking minotaur!" Luke gushed.

Navy wanted to gag. Babe and honey were the names they liked to use for each other — she much preferred names that weren't the most appropriate to say to someone's face.

Reluctantly, Navy peeled off her covers to see what the fuss was about. "Good morning, Navy." Luke turned to face the girl across the room.

"What time is it?" She asked in a groggy tone.

Very startlingly, Nala sat up with a loud groan of annoyance. "It's five in the ever-loving morning and Luke wants me to get out of bed to stare at some unconscious twelve year old."

"Fun. I'll go." Navy replied, bending down to slip her socks on her feet. "At least one of the Nyx sisters will accompany me." Luke mumbled sarcastically with a smile on his face.

"Bye." Nala muttered happily, falling back into her pillow.

Luke bent down, and pushed Nala's hair back from her forehead and kissed her on her forehead — muttering a quick "Love you." before ducking out from beneath the canopy over her bed.

The two of them exited the cabin, rain staining their clothing. "You're still in your pyjamas." Luke looked her up and down.

"And?" Navy grumbled. The mud below their feet clung onto the long ankles of Navy's silk pyjama pants — her socks once the colour white, now blending into the colour of the mud and deathly freezing her feet.

The boy raised his arms in mock surrender. "Hey, I'm not the one wearing no shoes in the freezing cold."

Navy flipped her hair over her should, the moonlight illuminating her sharp features. She dismissed the boy beside her with a quick scoff.

"Have you talked to Annabeth recently?" Luke asked, breaking whatever silence was held between their squelching footsteps through the mud and the loud falling of rain.

She rolled her eyes. Annabeth was the only one who didn't fear her. Navy would have most likely snuck out of camp and back to her father, Evan Sable, if it weren't for the girl's friendship.

"Not recently," a smile blossomed upon her face. "I think she's still mad at me for beating her in sparring."

The greatest swordswoman who ever lived ( in Navy's opinion ) had been bested by Navy Sable herself. She only got the upper hand because she disappeared into the shadows and showed up when Annabeth had a blind eye to her — thank the gods for genetics.

"Annabeth thinks this boy might be the one to set her on her prophesied journey Chiron keeps mentioning." What Luke said makes sense. New campers aren't often, so maybe this boy could be what she was waiting for? Who knows.

Lately, Navy has realized that Luke has been acting slightly off since their last so called field trip to Olympus. She wants to say that she's noticed him acting more . . . guilty. But usually when he's done something, he'll fess up to Nala, and Nala will tell her and he'll feel less guilty.

Maybe it's growing pains?

Luke and Navy had just exited the border of camp — now exposed to the dangers of the open world. But at least the rain had stopped once the two of them reached the clearing.

The crowd of other campers drew the them in. They seemed to be formed around the boy people have been gossiping about since five in the morning.

Navy spotted Annabeth at the foot of the boy. She seemed to be studying him. "Hey. Early morning, huh?" Annabeth said, not looking up from the mysterious minotaur killer.

"Yeah . . ." Navy blinked slowly. The boy had blonde curly hair and a few marks of blood littering his white skin. He looked pale and fragile.

This was the boy meant to lead Annabeth on her quest?

Navy didn't know what to think. Had he really just killed a minotaur? One of the largest monsters? She was stunned by the innocence on his features — even his age was doubtful of his duties.

He seemed to be Navy's age. Young and innocent on the outside, but matured in ways no one would understand.

"Do you think he's the one?" Navy prompted, looking over to her friend once more.

"He must be the one." Annabeth affirmed. The young girl with braids of soft black hair was strong with her tone, yet there was a pleading hint to her words — what was she supposed to do at camp whilst she waits for her mysterious quest?

"Hush Annabeth." Chiron seemingly appeared out of no where . . . which is strange for a seven foot centaur.

"He's waking. Everyone, give him some space please." The elder man spoke up once again. Everyone parted as the boy's eyes fluttered opened and in stepped Chiron into his view.

A smile grew on the centaur's wrinkled face. "Welcome to camp, Percy Jackson," All the whispers of the other campers appeared to come to an end. "We've been expecting you."

Percy Jackson's eyes shut, welcoming the state of unconsciousness yet again. This was the most eventful thing that has happened since Zeus's masterbolt went missing — and Navy was loving every minute of it.

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authors note !!

Hey everyone . . .

hehe

I feel like I would have written for the Percy Jackson movies except I didn't really like how the movies weren't the most book accurate . . . So now I feel super excited to write for the tv show after loving Rick Riordan's franchise for nearly a decade of my life.

I'd be so glad to accept any of the feedback whether it regards writing, questions, spelling errors, or just general reactions!

( also, short chapter bc I really wanted to get this published and out in the open before someone stole my fc 😛✌️)

Love u mofos