Chapter Forty-Five: A PJATO fic with OFC/OMC
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it was dinner time. The conch had gone off, the food had been served Nd sacrificed, and everyone had sat down to eat. Then the rumbling started. Thunder and thunder and more thunder. not like a i-don't-like-what-you-just-said thunder, but a something-very-very-bad-is-coming thunder.
A teenage girl no older than seventeen swaggered into the Pavilion.
"Chiron, dah-ling," Sh drawled in a distinctly British accent. "It's been quite a while, eh?"
Chiron gasped, and the thunder rolled again, as if to say i-told-you-something-was-coming. The centaur stands, and draws his bow. The campers gasp in shock. Chiron drawing his bow against a teen girl? Never!
"Aw, is that anyway to greet your favouritedemigod?" She laughs, standing calmly with her hands tucked into an un zipped aviators jacket, showing off a Walk The Moon concert tee.
"Leave now, Azalea. You aren't welcome." Mr. D snaps.
Cue another round of gasps. Everyone worth their camp beads knew the story of Azalea Jasper.
She arrived at camp at the age of four, practically half-dead. Chiron raised her, trained her to be the best warrior ever. Then she was claimed, and everyone shunned her. She grew depressed and angry, leaving camp to work as a demigod mercenary. Once Kronos started rising, she joined them, and survived the war. She had been exiled from Camp Half-Blood, so why was she standing in the Pavilion in front of everyone?
And why was her godly parent still a mystery?
"'Ello, Mista D. Still drinking Diet Coke, I see. Zeus still got that on ya?" She smirks, before pulling a bottle out of the messenger bag.
"One bottle of red wine, just for you, and you can drink it. No curse. No orders on this." She holds it out to him. He starts o reach for it, then stops.
"Whats in it tor you?" Mr. D asks suspiously.
"One conversation with the Son of Hades." Azalea says simply. "And a message from my patron to Perseus Jackson."
Mr. D looks wary. "A bottle of wine for two conversations?"
"Yep. No strings. Swear on ma heart."
Annabeth mumbles something that sounds suspiously like "if you had one.", and her siblings smirk.
"Deal."
The camp gasps.
"Dionysus!" Chiron scoldeds.
"What? Its not like she going to kill them." Mr. D shrugs.
"True. This is only a shade."She gestures to her body. "I'm not actually here."
"Nico, Percy, do you accept?"
"yeah."
"sure"
Azalea strutted out of the pavillion, followed by the demigods.
"pulp
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