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Back at Baxter farm, both Theresa (daughter of Gabriel and Reina Baxter, the second-generation heirs) and Marcella (daughter of the late Luke and Sarah Baxter) had their birthdays. They grew up into adorable and well-tempered infants--Theresa blonde and calm like her father, and Marcella ginger and sunny like her late mother.
Percy: Ella can't be good at everything. It's not fair!
Jason: Maybe she's a bad kisser.
Percy, disappointed: No, she's good at that too.
Jason: What?
Percy: What?
Theresa and Marcella celebrated their third birthdays together on one windy winter morning. They weren't twins, but they were as good as: they had been born the same month, and they did most everything side-by-side.
Theresa grew up into a curious little girl who loved to poke around the farm and play with her blocks. Meanwhile, Marcella became strangely sickly. She wandered through the rooms of the house, cheerful despite the headaches of which she frequently complained. Then one evening she collapsed.
Upon hearing the cries of the family in the house, Sarwin rushed in from where he had been playing in the garden. At once he felt a terrible chill down his neck. Something was calling him to the other room...
When he finally managed to slip away, Sarwin could not believe his eyes. Was it really--? He wasted no time pleading for his sister's life. He begged as much as he dared, but in the end it was no use. They buried his last remaining sibling in the yard beside their parents.
Enceladus: Haha, Pearl of Aphrodite! You shall become my wi--
Percy: [knocks him down with a hundred foot wave of water] NO.
Achelous: Daughter of love, would you do the honors of becoming my--
Percy: [knocks him down with the entire Pacific ocean] N O P E.
Percy: [carries Ella bridal style] Mine. [runs away]
Ella: [gasps in realization]. . . I'm twice a runaway bride.
Another moment when Ella is being wooed by a random camper
Random camper: [flirts with Ella]
Percy:
Grover: You're awfully quiet, Percy.
Percy: [darkly] N o b o d y p l a n s a m u r d e r o u t l o u d . . .
Just a random peaceful cuddling time for Percella
Percy, lying on a bed next to a sleeping Ella: Nice.
Ella, still asleep: [shuffles closer to Percy's chest and mumbles softly in her sleep] My ocean...
Percy, literally holding back tears of happiness: N I C E
((THAT MOMENT WHEN PERCY WAS IN A BAD MOOD AFTER SEEING A GROUP OF NEW CAMPERS FLIRTING WITH HIS PRETTY GIRL))
Ella: Really? They were flirting with me? Percy: Yes, and it's disgusting. Ella: Yeah... all of them? Percy: HOW COULD YOU NOT NOTICE THEM?? Ella: Because you're the only person I notice. Percy: . . . .
Percy: *sees someone flirting*
Percy: Wow, they're flirting with a pretty girl.
Percy: *realizes it's Ella* WOAH HEY GET THE F L Y I N G H O R S E AWAY FROM HER--
