The Masked Legend (PJO Fanfic)

Back At Camp

A Few Days Later at Camp Half Blood...

After explaining the whole situation to Zoey, she slammed her phone for 13 times to prevent herself from smacking Sal instead.

It was a beautiful sight to see the poor phone after that 13 times...........

Did he tell her about Zoë?

Nah......he didn't want to since it will confuse the both of them.

Since Sal had told them that most of them are people who joined the Great Rebirth or the time where ghost Sal decided to torment himself to another hell ride of emotions and suffering and they joined as well.

However.......he wasn't so sure of why Zoë was there.

  She was in the stars. How did she.......?

Sal didn't want to think more. He had three things in mind right now and that was enough of him.

Or else he just might be in a hospital with those movie hospital gowns rocking himself to sleep singing to himself Christmas songs.

But anyway but after he told them about mythology and what happened recently, Zoey and Phoebe wouldn't let him go unless they go of course.

" Who are you, my never came to see me or Noah dad or my mom?" Sal questioned looking at them incredulously.

There was no way he would let them follow him to danger.

They both smirked in unison which Sal finds creepy and maybe a little heartwarming.

" But we're your guardian." They both said innocently at the same time.

" I am freaking 900 something years old if you add these 25 years! Why do-." Sal began protesting.

" But you're a child at heart Samu- I mean Sal....." Zoey said ruffling his hair treating him like a little kid.

Sal just pouted like a five year old. But he never argued back.

They will ended up sneaking there to find him or even put up missing poster signs if he just left like that.

Sal sighed. He shouldn't have dragged anyone in.

The monkey box thingy prophecyish kind of thing works no matter on humans and demigods. Heck, even gods can be affected by the courses of Fate.

He walked into the room. A healer looked at him and shook his head.

Sal sighed and sat there.

He pushed her hand into a fist and then fist bumped it with his.

" How are you Annabeth?" He said smiling.

There was no response.

He started to massaging her hands and fingers. Then her toes and legs.

" The healers said that this helps so you won't have too much trouble after you wake up. It also helps with you right now too. Keeping you in shape so you could eat more cookies and sit there watching Netflix longer." Sal said chuckling.

There was a moment of silence.........

" Things kind of changed. There wasn't anyone who's so bossy. There wasn't anyone who looked after the demigods like it was her own children. There wasn't blueprints after blueprints of buildings you made." He said.

He then pulled out a book. It was a book all about Greek Architecture. His eye twinkled brokenly and at the same time mischievously.

" I stole a book. They were tidying up your bed and your space. So, I just thought why not and stole it for you. Here." He told her before cracking up the book.