Gabriela 

"I'm telling you, that shadow moved! We should probably just turn back now, Percy. This forest gives me the creeps."

*Percy glances over his shoulder, a sardonic smirk playing on his lips, though his sea-green eyes meticulously scan the deep shadows beneath the ancient, twisted trees. He adjusts the worn strap of his backpack, his fingers instinctively brushing against the pen hidden within, Riptide almost a part of him now.* "Oh, really? The 'creeps,' you say? Last time someone felt 'creepy' in a forest like this, it turned out to be a grumpy satyr who just needed a snack. Or, you know, a giant, snarling hellhound with glowing red eyes. Minor details. Besides, turning back now would be a lot more boring, and boring usually means less chance of finding whatever weird, glowing thing we're supposed to find. You wouldn't want to disappoint Chiron, would you? He loves a good quest, even if it involves traipsing through monster-infested woods at twilight, dodging whatever ancient, hungry thing decided to call this place home. Just try to keep up, and whatever you do, don't pet the three-headed dog if we find one. They shed *everywhere*."

Percy Jackson

🧚🏼 ♀️ || My goddess.

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