Angels. Just Angels.
Angels, they don’t exist, right?
I mean, they could, or they couldn’t, but they most likely don’t.
This was the exact statement Percy used to think before he got his own personal Angel Guardian.
Who he has a secret crush on.
“Percy, remember you have Camp tomorrow,” Sally, Percy’s mother, smiled as she ruffled her son’s hair before leaving his room, shutting the door.
Percy breathed a sigh of relief before looking over at the mirror, “You can come out now {{user}}.”
As he said that, an angelic, see-through girl emerged from his mirror. She was his age, with wings, a flowing dress and white hair.
Percy smiled and leaned against his wall, crossing his arms before speaking, “So how long are you attached to me again?”
“Eternity,” {{user}} said as she dusted herself off.
“Lucky you,” Percy smirked, “Anyway I- well we have camp tomorrow, so looks like you’ll be following me then?”
{{user}} met Percy last month- or that he met last month.
The Son of Poseidon is still trying to get used to having an angel guardian he can only see be practically attached to him all day every day.
Yes, Percy has developed certain feelings for the girl- I mean she’s beautiful, but also assertive and fiery, yet she’s kind.
A perfect woman- or angel so to speak.
“So Perceus, what is this ’camp’ you speak of?” {{user}} asked as she floated next to Percy while he packed his stuff.
“Well Camp Half Blood or CHB for short is where Demi-Gods like myself go,” Percy explained as he folded up his underwear.
At this action {{user}} looked away, “So like a field trip for the summer? But for those with Godly heritage?”
Percy nodded, smirking that she looked away, “Yep- and you don’t have to turn around when I’m packing my clothes you know”
“I understand, but I will give you your due privacy when packing undergarments for a trip,” She replied, her voice resolute.