No Contact

Just like Y/N's dad suggested, they were able to spend the night without monsters chasing them. The hotel was infact in a shady and dingy area which managed to keep their smell in control. The next day they left early, and went to Percy's school. That's where he was gonna be the whole day, as Annabeth informed.

Ofcourse it felt a bit awkward when Y/N thought about how after not keeping in touch, she was gonna walk in and take him to the camp like they've been talking to each other since forever. But, that wasn't the important part when monsters were attacking camp half-blood. Lives were in danger, and her friendship should be the last concern.

Right now she was standing outside waiting for Annabeth to come out with Percy. She managed to sneak in with the help of her invisible cap. Hours started to pass and she knew if she stayed here any longer, monsters will come for her. She didn't want to put the people around her in danger.

Suddenly she heard a bunch of loud bursts, and after about a minute or so she saw Annabeth come out alone. She pulled Y/N in an alley down Church Street.

"What was that?" Y/N asked.

"What do you think?" Annabeth sighed, "There's always monsters around the son of Poseidon, of course. He'll join us with someone."

"Someone?"

"He has a freaking cyclops hanging around him, and he has no idea!" Annabeth said, angrily.

"Well, he doesn't have much experience in these stuffs like you do."

"I should've known though..." Annabeth muttered, "He should've informed me."

"Why would he inform you about a new giant friend he has made in school who-" Y/N stopped and noticed Percy along with the cyclops she mentioned.

Annabeth pulled Tyson and Percy off the sidewalk just as a fire truck screamed past, heading for Meriwether Prep, his school.

"Where'd you find him?" she demanded, pointing at Tyson.

Now, under different circumstances, Percy would've been really happy to see her. His eyes moved towards Y/N who was staring at Tyson. He watched her whole demeanor, and noticed how tired she was. He would never admit it, but seeing Y/N's face after such a long time really made him happy. He forgot about his worries for just a moment, when she gave him an awkward smile.

"He's my friend," Percy told her.

"Is he homeless?" Annabeth asked.

"What does that have to do with anything? He can hear you, you know. Why don't you ask him?"

She looked surprised. "He can talk?"

"I talk," Tyson admitted. "You are pretty."

"Ah! Gross!" Annabeth stepped away from him.

Y/N frowned and slapped her back lightly and said, "He's giving you an honest compliment. Grow up Annabeth." She smiled politely at him and said, "But she's Percy's girlfriend so watch what you say okay?"

Percy rolled his eyes, ears turning a bit red. He examined Tyson's hands, which he was sure must've been badly scorched by the flaming dodge balls, but they looked fine-grimy and scarred, with dirty fingernails the size of potato chips-but they always looked like that. "Tyson," he said in disbelief. "Your hands aren't even burned."

"Of course not," Annabeth muttered. "I'm surprised the Laistrygonians had the guts to attack you with him around."

Tyson seemed fascinated by Annabeth's blond hair. He tried to touch it, but she smacked his hand away.

"Annabeth," Percy said, "what are you talking about? Laistry-what?"

"Laistrygonians. The monsters in the gym. They're a race of giant cannibals who live in the far north. Odysseus ran into them once, but I've never seen them as far south as New York before."

"Laistry-I can't even say that. What would you call them in English?"

She thought about it for a moment. "Canadians," she decided. "Now come on, we have to get out of here."

"The police'll be after me."

"That's the least of our problems," she said. "Have you been having the dreams?"

Annabeth then explained about her dreams to Percy while they informed Tyson about their real identity, which he was surprisingly quick to believe.

A siren wailed and a police car raced past their alley.

"We don't have time for this," Annabeth said. "We'll talk in the taxi."

"A taxi all the way to camp?" he said. "You know how much money-"

"Trust me."

Annabeth threw her coin into the street, but instead of clattering on the asphalt, the drachma sank right through and disappeared. For a moment, nothing happened.

Then, just where the coin had fallen, the asphalt darkened. It melted into a rectangular pool about the size of a parking space-bubbling red liquid like blood. Then a car erupted from the ooze.

It was a taxi, all right, but unlike every other taxi in New York, it wasn't yellow. It was smoky gray.

Percy entered first. Tyson squeezed in the middle. Annabeth crawled in last. Y/N furrowed her eyebrows and said, "All okay there? Have a nice trip!"

"You don't have to be so sarcastic," Annabeth said and then muttered, "We can make some room for you."

"How?" Y/N shouted, "By sitting on your lap?"

Percy and Annabeth exchanged looks and she nodded her head.

"I'll literally crush you dude," Y/N scoffed.

"I am the daughter of Athena. You don't think I can handle your weight?"

"Don't pull that card on me," Y/N pouted and got in quickly sitting on her lap, "Whatever dude."

The interior was also smoky gray, but it felt solid enough. The seat was cracked and lumpy-no different than most taxis. There was no Plexiglas screen separating them from the old lady driving ...There wasn't just one old lady. There were three, all crammed in the front seat, each with stringy hair covering her eyes, bony hands, and a charcoal-colored sackcloth dress.

[ TIME SKIP ]

At the crest of the hill was a group of campers. And they were under attack.

Their eyes went towards the two bulls - bronze ones the size of elephants and ten heroes in full battle armor inside the camp. Yes, it was worrying that the camp's magic boundaries which didn't allow monsters to cross past Thalia's tree wasn't working and there were metal bulls going on a rampage.

Y/N didn't know what to do. First of all, she had nothing with her except the money her dad sent her. No weapon that would be a help to the people in camp. Percy immediately uncapped his pen and charged towards one of the bull. Annabeth kept shouting something and let Tyson in the camp. She had no idea what to do in the situation.

The horses were also on a rampage all across the camp. She thought if any of the hymns would help in stopping them, but she wasn't sure about it. There were half-bloods around and she knew it was a disadvantage in such a crowd. So she decided to use what she practiced at home during the little break she got from the camp.

Concentrating on one of the bronze horse which was hitting everyone on their way, she focused on the sound around the area and used the soundwaves to hit the horse with it hard enough for it to fly away in another direction. Panting, she smiled at her first attempt of using the move and nailing it. All of a sudden, she was dragged on one direction and fell down on the ground. A horse went galloping right past her, and she looked at the person behind her.

"What are you doing! It's not safe here!" Harris said, "Go to the Big House. The wounded need more help."

"How did this happen? Thalia was supposed to-" her eyes went wide looking at the tree that protected them for so long. The magical borders were failing because Thalia's tree was dying.

Someone had poisoned it.

Y/N didn't have the time to say hi to him. She immediately got up and ran, dodging some of the bronze horses and taking one of the wounded with herself.

On the surface, things didn't look all that different. The Big House was still there with its blue gabled roof and its wraparound porch. The strawberry field still baked in the sun. The same white-columned Greek buildings were scattered around the valley-the amphitheater, the combat arena, the dining pavilion overlooking Long Island Sound. And nestled between the woods and the creek were the same cabins-a crazy assortment of twelve buildings, each representing a different Olympian god.

But there was an air of danger now. Instead of playing volleyball in the sandpit, counselors and satyrs were stockpiling weapons in the tool shed. Dryads armed with bows and arrows talked nervously at the edge of the woods. The forest looked sickly, the grass in the meadow was pale yellow, and the fire marks on Half-Blood Hill stood out like ugly scars.

As she went in the Big House, she noticed many familiar faces but no one stopped to exchange words. Everyone carried out their duties. Y/N noticed Chiron in his apartment, listening to his favorite 1960s lounge music while he packed his saddlebags. She went ahead and made the wounded camper sit as she started working with her half brothers and sisters. She started checking the vitals of one the wounded and one of her siblings started filling in about what went around the camp in the short amount of time.

[ TIME SKIP ]

The sun was setting behind the dining pavilion as the campers came up from their cabins. Percy stood in the shadow of a marble column and watched them file in. Y/N was standing nearby, just not near her friends. Right now, she was exhausted after treating so many of the wounded. She didn't have the time to rest and immediately started working. The work of the Apollo cabin was more then she imagined and they needed all the helping hand they could afford.

Also she wasn't yet ready mentally to talk to Percy when she saw him and Annabeth holding hands and standing close to each other. Annabeth was still pretty shaken up with Chiron leaving the camp, but she promised she'd talk to him later. Then she gave him a light peck and went off to join her siblings from the Athena cabin.

Y/N turned away and closed her eyes. She needed to join her cabin soon. Taking some time, she started walking towards her cabin and joined her siblings. It wasn't like Percy didn't notice her at all. He noticed how quiet she was the whole journey and she still wasn't talking to him. It made him think if she was still mad about what happened last summer. He expected some kind of contact from her, but she didn't even bother to send him a little 'hi'.

He already heard loads of stories from Annabeth, how funny and clumsy she is. And he wanted to know more, for some reason. It was curiosity of course. There was something strange about her. She was happy and bubbly, and made everyone calm around herself. But he often noticed how quiet she got at times, how she preferred to stay alone.

Oh, and he was still waiting for the day when he would be able to hear her sing to him alone.

Just like Annabeth and Grover did. Without him dozing off to sleep. Last time, she did sing to him but it was to heal him and he couldn't remember much about it.