over a year ago:
*yawn* confession time: its saturday. :P granted, its 1:47 and I've been working onthis since 9, (Mom decided to go Christmas shopping. Supposed to get back at 3:30, got back at 7. :P ) but yup, im really tired, so ima keep this short.
1. i love all of your posts:)
2. HAPPY CHRISTMAS BREAK TO ME STARTING LAST THURSDAY AT 11:30!!! yesss (: and sorry to everyone who still has school for a week :(
3. this is 28 pages on word. just this chapter. appreciate xD
4. i will updat, answer comments and all that tomorrow probs... as i said, really tired. so here it is. enjoy! :) <3
After Annabeth sent the Stolls a good old, traditional daughter of Athena death glare, (and they miraculously recovered from their fit of laughter), Leo stood up with his green and gold box.
“Pick me! Pick me! Pick me! Pick-“
“LEO. Stop with the Donkey impression.” Thalia said loudly.
Suddenly they heard a loud “Oof!” and a few thuds from a few rows over, and a girls head, covered in short brown stringy hair popped up, looking fit to, well, gut a small animal. Or Leo, whoever got in the way first.
“Who- What- why- What’s going on?!!” She said, MUCH louder than necessary.
“Ouch, Clarisse, keep it down, my eardrums feel like they’re going to burst.” Nico muttered.
Annabeth was thinking hard. “Clarisse, do you by any chance have a… box?”
Clarisse, a scowl seemingly engraved on her features, stood up, straightened out her camo jacket, and said, “Yeah, what’s it to ya?”
“Umm… could I see it?”
Clarisse’s eyes narrowed. “Ehhh… fine.” She pulled an old looking, half deteriorated wooden box out of her pocket and chucked it to Annabeth.
“Look!” said Jason, “A caduceus! It’s… oh… whatshisname… Mercur….ermes?”
Everyone else, Clarisse included this time, stared at him with wide, please=-tell-me-you-didn’t- just-say-that looks.
“Umm… you do mean Hermes
right?” Nico said slowly.
Jason made a face. “Yeah yeah yeah. Just open it.”
Connor and Travis, who had just gotten Jason’s comment, started to get a wee bit.. angry…
“WAIT. Wait a second… MERCURERMES?! REALLY?!” Connor yelled, Travis looked like he was about to join him.
“Yeah! How wou-“
“STOLLS. QUIET. NOW. I WILL BE HAPPY TO HAVE THE EXCUSE TO STAB YOU.” Clarisse said.
Piper sighed. “Let’s just read it…”
She pulled out another letter.
From everyone’s favorite, lazy-butt writer, MOI. Any whooo, so as you see, Clarisse is here! Everybody say hi to Clarisse now!
“Shut up, Leo.”
So this is one of my FAVORITE stories, and is dedicated to… an unknown person, (and everyone else who wanted this story) who apparently, loves toilets. Heh heh.. you know what this story is yet Clarisse? Annabeth? Yeah. Anywhooo this takes place right after Percy gets to Camp, and now a message from this letters sponsor, HERMES!!!!!!!!!!!!! YAY.
~~~ in parting, rinceoir gaeilge is iontach! Byee! <3
Hey there, demigods!
So this is from me.
Got to go, Martha’s getting… err…. Annoying…
PS, A special shout out to Me boys Connor and Travis! Nice job with the, you know, paint. *evil smile* Hermes out!
Annabeth flipped to the next page, and started laughing.
“Oh gods, I can’t read this one, I was there and- “ she collapsed into fits of laughter, randomly pointing at Clarisse.
Nico looked confused. “Ummm, okay? Here, give it to the Roman, he never laughs.”
“Just read it.”
I BECOME SUPREME LORD OF THE BATHROOM
Annabeth was still recovering from a laughing fit. The Stoll’s looked like they were pouting.
“I thought WE were the supreme lords of bathroom jokes!”
“Well- you weren’t-wait maybe you- were-“ Annabeth stuttered out before collapsing in a heap. Clarisse’s face was doing a tomato impression. That is to say, it was turning red.
Finally, he showed me the cabins. There were twelve of them, nestled in the woods by the lake.
“Ummm..” Piper said “Why were there only twelve? Aren’t there like, twenty now?”
“Eh. It’s a long, long story. But yeah, there used to be only twelve, for the twelve Olympians.”
“What about everyone else?” Leo asked.
Connor made a face. “They got put in OUR cabin. This, let me tell you, was no fun for us or them. Like the Iris kids telling on us whenever they overheard our plans, the Nemesis kids always putting random crap in your beds because APPARENTLY it was MY fault she fell into the lake!” Connor’s face was pinched into a scowl.
Nico raised an eyebrow. “Let’s keep reading before this gets any more personal…”
They were arranged in a U, with two at the base and five in a row on either side. And they were without doubt the most bizarre collection of buildings I’d ever seen.
Nico snorted. “You got that right.”
Everyone else nodded in agreement.
Clarisse, who had moved to the bleacher above them, and started polishing Maimer. (read: Lamer
Except for the fact that each had a large brass number above the door (odds on the left, evens on the right), they looked absolutely nothing alike. Number nine had smokestacks, like a tiny factory.
“Ha!! He noticed mine first!! OH!” Leo yelled.
“Well that’s only because mine wasn’t there yet.” Nico said with an eye roll.
“And really, Leo, it’s kinda hard NOT to notice a building with smoke coming off of it.” Annabeth pointed out. Leo pouted.
“Harshin my mellow. Well, poo on you!”
Thalia looked like she wanted to say something about that, something that probably would have been derogatory, sarcastic, and anti-Hephaestus, so Jason quickly kept reading.
Number four had tomato vines on the walls and a roof made out of real grass.
Thalia snorted. “Hippie much?”
“Hey!” Travis looked offended. “Not ALL Demeter kids are stuck up hippies!”
Nico coughed out, “Katie Gardner”, prompting Travis to pull a rubber band out of his back pocket and shoot it at him. Nico grabbed his face and fell over backwards, his legs sticking up in the air like a ducks and yelling something about “You only deny it cause its truuuuuue!”
Seven seemed to be made out of solid gold, which gleamed so much in the sunlight it was almost impossible to look at.
“Much like Apollo’s children themselves.” Thalia said with a scowl.
Leo raised an eyebrow. “Apollo’s children gleam in the sunlight?”
“No. They’re annoying to be around and have blinding egos.”
“Oh good, I thought you were making a Twilight reference.”
They all faced a commons area about the size of a soccer field, dotted with Greek statues, fountains, flower beds, and a couple of basketball hoops (which were more my speed).
“Never did appreciate architecture much, did he Annabeth?” Nico said with a mischievous gleam in his eye.
She grinned. “I’m working on him. I’m sure SOMEthing got through.”
In the center of the field was a huge stone-lined fire-pit. Even though it was a warm afternoon, the hearth smoldered. A girl about nine years old was tending the flames, poking the coals with a stick.
“Hestia…” Nico said. Everyone looked at him with wide eyes.
Leo spoke first. “Umm… Really?! But- why would-“
“She was tending the hearth.” Annabeth said reverently. And that pretty much ended their discussion.
The pair of cabins at the head of the field, numbers one and two, looked like his-and-hers mausoleums, big white marble boxes, with heavy columns in front.
Cabin one was the biggest and bulkiest of the twelve. Its polished stone doors shimmered like a hologram, so that from different angles lightning bolts seemed to streak across them.
“I love how he ALREADY hates Zeus’s guts.” Thalia said with a grin.
“Well, it’s not like it’s not a mutual hatred.” Annabeth said wryly.
“Why again does Dad hate Percy?” Jason asked.
“So many reasons. So, so, so many reasons.” Nico said.
Cabin two was more graceful somehow, with slimmer columns garlanded with pomegranates and flowers. The walls were carved with images of peacocks.
There were varying degrees of hatred, indifference, disgust, and hatred again from the campers.
“Oh shut up you! You bring Percy back and we’ll talk!” Annabeth yelled.
“Zeus and Hera?” I guessed.
“Correct,” Chiron said.
“Their cabins look empty.”
“Several of the cabins are. That’s true. No one ever stays in one or two.”
“Not until tree girl here anyways.” Connor muttered.
“HEY. I take offense to that!” Thalia retorted.
Connor had to duck a lightning bolt or too, but he was still grinning.
Okay. So each cabin had a different god. Like a mascot.
“a MASCOT?!?! Someone didn’t watch the orientation video!” Nico said.
Thalia face palmed. “Please don’t remind me of that dark, dark time when Annabeth was gone and I was left ALONE with depressed Percy, vengeful Hunters, and younger-even-more-annoying Nico.”
Annabeth grimaced. Not exactly a planned vacation.
“There was an orientation video?” Leo asked, naturally ignoring Thalia’s comment.
“Yep. “ said Connor.
“Annnd… you guys didn’t bother explaining the concept of Camp Half Blood to Percy before this? You really thought he’d figure it out on his own?!” Nico asked, semi-shocked.
“Yep.” Said Travis.
“Can’t imagine that went well…”
“Nope.” Said Annabeth.
Twelve cabins for the twelve Olympians. But why would some be empty?
I stopped in front of the first cabin on the left, cabin three.
“Of course you did…” Thalia muttered.
“Wait which one is cabin th—“ Leo asked, trailing off as he started counting on his fingers. “OH! I get it…”
“Fail. At. Life.” Nico said, shaking his head.
It wasn’t high and mighty like cabin one, but long and low and solid. The outer walls were of rough grey stone and studded with pieces of seashell and coral, as if the slabs had been hewn straight from the bottom of the ocean floor. I peeked inside the open doorway and Chiron said, “Oh, I wouldn’t do that!”
“Yes Percy. Because normal demigods would be STRONGLY AVERSE to walking into one of the BIG THREE CABINS.” Annabeth said.
“But, as we all know, Percy is quite unnormal.” Nico said.
“That’s not a word.” Annabeth said.
“Oh. Well… umm… he’s… denormal?”
“Umm…. Oh, this is stupid! What is it?!”
“You know what, I don’t care.”
“That was a waste of time…” Leo muttered.
Before he could pull me back, I caught the salty scent of the interior, like the wind on the shore at Montauk.
“And somehow, he likes
that. Ugh. Salty air.” Thalia said. Jason nodded in agreement.
“Oh, it’s not that bad…” Annabeth said.
“You would know.” Connor snickered, and high-fived Travis.
The interior walls glowed like abalone. There were six empty bunk beds with silk sheets turned down. But there was no sign anyone had ever slept there. The place felt so sad and lonely, I was glad when Chiron put his hand on my shoulder and said, “Come along, Percy.”
Most of the other cabins were crowded with campers.
“Except 8…” Thalia muttered. Leo started counting on his fingers again, but Thalia cut him off.
“It’s Artemis, Brain boy.”
“Oh! I knew that…”
“Sure you did.”
Number five was bright red—a real nasty paint job, as if the color had been splashed on with buckets and fists.
“It was.” Clarisse said, startling Leo so much he nearly fell off his bench.
“Whoa, Clarisse! I almost forgot you were there!”
“MMhmm. That’s what I was going for.”
The roof was lined with barbed wire. A stuffed wild boar’s head hung over the doorway, and its eyes seemed to follow me.
“Probably were.” Said Clarisse indifferently. Piper and Leo stared at her with wide eyes. The rest had already heard the stuffed-boars-head-eyes story a million times.
Inside, I could see a bunch of mean-looking kids, both girls and boys, arm wrestling with each other while rock music blared. The loudest was a girl maybe thirteen or fourteen. She wore a size XXXL CAMP HALFBLOOD T-shirt under a camouflage jacket.
“Was that…. Clarisse?” Nico asked.
“No it was her slightly more evil twin, who do you THINK it was?” Connor said, rolling his eyes.
She zeroed in on me and gave me an evil sneer. She reminded me of Nancy Bobofit, though the camper girl was much bigger and tougher looking, and her hair was long and stringy, and brown instead of red.
“Oh, INSULT of all INSULTS! To be compared to NANCY BOBOFIT!” Nico said.
“Oh my gods!! SHUT UP!!!” Piper yelled suddenly, then slapped a hand over her mouth. “Ummm, please shut up?”
“Piper, this is the most I’ve ever liked you.”
“Shut up Nico.”
I kept walking, trying to steer clear of Chiron’s hooves. “We haven’t seen any other centaurs,” I observed.
“That’s a shocker!” Thalia said, rolling her eyes. “Percy observing
Annabeth made a face at her.
“No,” Chiron said sadly. “My kinsmen are a wild and barbaric folk, I’m afraid. You might encounter them in the wilderness, or at major sporting events. But you won’t see any here.”
“PARTY PONIES!!!!” Connor and Travis yelled simultaneously,
“Ugh. You two WOULD like them.” Nico said with a scowl.
“Aww, is someone still mad about that little root-beer-in-the-pants thing?” Connor asked while Travis cracked up next to him.
“I hate you guys. I hope you know that.”
“Oh, we do!” Said Travis, still cackling.
“You said your name was Chiron. Are you really…”
He smiled down at me. “The Chiron from the stories? The trainer of Hercules and all that? Yes, Percy, I am.”
“But shouldn’t you be dead?”
“Way to put that subtly, Perce.” Thalia muttered.
“Because we all know subtlety is something Percy is good at.” Connor said, rolling his eyes.
Chiron paused, as if the question intrigued him. “I honestly don’t know about should be. The truth is, I can’t be dead. You see, eons ago, the gods granted my wish. I could continue the work I loved. I could be a teacher to heroes as long as humanity needed me. I gained much from that wish…and I gave up much. But I’m still here, so I can only assume I’m still needed.”
I thought about being a teacher for three thousand years. It wouldn’t have made my Top Ten Things To Wish For list.
“No duh.” Said Thalia, “Can you imagine Percy as a teacher?”
The Stolls shuddered in unison.
“As a matter of fact, no. Still don’t know him.”
“Oh, shut up Valdez.”
“Love you too Beauty Queen.”
“Doesn’t it ever get boring?”
“No, no,” he said. “Horribly depressing at times, but never boring.”
“AGAIN! Subtlety much?!?! Gods Percy!” Thalia said indignantly.
“Well, we’re sorry we can’t all be model-trees like you, Thals
.” Connor said wryly, ducking a few hundred watts from Thalia.
“Should we be worried Connor’s gone suicidal?” Nico asked.
“….Nah, he’ll be fine.” Travis said. Connor smacked him.
Chiron seemed to turn hard of hearing again.
“Oh, look.” He said “Annabeth is waiting for us.”
“Oooooh, Annabeth! Back in the story! Nice!” Nico said, raising his hand for a high five.
“No. Just no.”
“Maybe she’s gonna kiss him again.” Connor stage-whispered to Travis. This time instead of electricity, he had to duck a knife and a few well aimed punches, somehow managing to laugh hysterically the entire time.
Nico looked concerned. “Really, Travis? This self-destructive phase he’s on seems to be getting out of hand.”
His comment was greeted by silence and hysterical laughter from Connor.
The blond girl I’d met at the Big House was reading a book in front of the last cabin on the left, number eleven.
“Ha! You’re still the—“ Connor’s comment was cut off by Travis slapping a hand over his mouth.
When we reached her, she looked me over critically, like she was still thinking about how much I drooled.
“Yes Percy. Because I had nothing
else on my mind at the time except how much you drooled.
” Annabeth said sarcastically.
I tried to make out what she was reading, but I couldn’t make out the title. I thought my dyslexia was acting up. Then I realized the title wasn’t even English. The letters looked Greek to me.
Nico groaned. “Please tell me he did not just say that.”
“Ugh. For once, I agree with Death-Breath. That has to be the worst
pun I’ve heard all day.” Thalia said with a grimace.
“Aww, you know you’re just jealous because you could never make up a pun that bad!” Connor said.
“That doesn’t even make sense
, dude!” Leo said, shaking his head.
“You know it’s bad when Leo doesn’t approve…” Piper said under her breath.
I mean, literally Greek. There were pictures of temples and statues and different kinds of columns, like those in an architecture book.
“No Styx Sherlock. It’s Annabeth. Of course
it’s an architecture book!” Nico said.
“Ummm… I don’t think he knew Annabeth yet…” said Leo slowly.
“Oh. Um. Well then…”
“Annabeth,” Chiron said, “I have masters’ archery class at noon. Would you take Percy from here?”
“Cabin eleven,” Chiron told me, gesturing towards the doorway. “Make yourself at home.”
“Wait, why is he going into cabin eleven?” Leo asked, confused.
“Because unlike the lucky demigods like you two who came after
the Titan war, until you got claimed, you had to stay in the Hermes cabin. Scarred. For. Life.: Nico said with a grimace.
Connor grinned. “It’s not OUR fault you fail at poker, Nico!”
Leo shuddered. “That sounds…. Horrific…”
Out of all the cabins, eleven looked the most like a regular old summer camp cabin, with the emphasis on old.
The Stolls looked offended. “Hey!”
“You know it’s true.” Annabeth said.
“Yeah, yeah. But he says it like it’s a bad
No one had a response to that, just some general head shaking.
The threshold was worn down, the brown paint peeling. Over the doorway was one of those doctors symbols, a winged pole with two snakes wrapped around it. What did they call it…? A caduceus.
Thalia started clapping. “Congrats Percy! There’s some part of your brain NOT filled to the brim with kelp!”
Annabeth looked hurt. “He’s not stupid…”
“No, just general lack of common sense. Seaweed Brain-ness.”
“I concede the point.”
Inside, it was packed with people, both boys and girls, way more than the number of bunk beds. Sleeping bags were spread all over on the floor. It looked like the Red Cross had set up an evacuation center.
“I doubt they’d be setting up an evac center in the Hermes cabin.” Nico said.
“Yeah, more like they’d be evacuating from
it.” Thalia said, smirking at Connor.
Connor just shrugged. “I can’t deny the kleptomaniac habits of my cabin. Though really, if you want to stop by sometime… with a wallet… or expensive jewelry….”
Chiron didn’t go in. The door was too low for him. But when the campers saw him they all stood and bowed respectfully.
“Well, then,” Chiron said, “Good luck, Percy. I’ll see you at dinner.”
He galloped away toward the archery range.
I stood in the doorway, looking at the kids. They weren’t bowing anymore.
“All bow down to the scrawny twelve year old standing in the doorway!” Nico said with mock sincerity.
“Err… you do know about the… when he got claimed…. Oh yeah, you were still in time warp land.” Connor said.
They were staring at me, sizing me up. I knew this routine. I’d gone through it at enough schools.
“Well?” Annabeth prompted, ”Go on”.
So naturally I tripped coming in and made a total fool of myself.
“More than normal.” Muttered Clarisse, making Leo jump a few inches off the seat.
“Gods Clarisse! You gotta stop doing that!”
Clarisse casually picked up her spear and turned it over a few times.
“What do I gotta do, punk?”
“Umm, nothing! Nothing at all…”
There were some snickers from the campers, but none of them said anything.
“Well that’s uncharacteristic of you. Normally you would have asked if he had gotten claimed by the god of epic fails.” Nico said snarkily.
“Well, Annabeth was there….” Travis started.
“…and we kinda wanted to, you know, not get stabbed
.” Connor finished.
“Huh. Good reason.”
Annabeth announced, “Percy Jackson, meet cabin eleven.”
“Regular or undetermined?” somebody asked.
I didn’t know what to say, but Annabeth said, “Undetermined.”
“But you know, we’re Hermes
kids. Almost getting stabbed is one of our special skills” Connor said with a shrug.
“Some are better at it than others…” Travis said, looking pointedly at Connor.
A guy who was a little older than the rest came forward. “Now, now, campers. That’s what we’re here for. Welcome, Percy. You can have that spot on the floor right over there.”
“You know, I know he’s being nice and all, but it’s really hard to not be sarcastic when you hear that.” Nico said.
“Tell me about it…” Connor muttered.
The guy was about nineteen, and he looked pretty cool. He was tall and muscular, with short-cropped sandy colored hair and a friendly smile. He wore an orange tank top, cutoffs, sandals, and a leather necklace with about five different colored clay beads. The only thing unsettling about his appearance was a thick white scar that ran from just beneath his right eye to his jaw, like an old knife slash.
“Who is…” Leo started to ask, but then he saw the looks on everyone’s faces. Well, except for Piper and Jason, who were both staring at Annabeth curiously, Piper because of her creepy Aphrodite-ness, and Jason because he seemed to know something Leo didn’t.
“This is Luke,” Annabeth said, and her voice sounded different somehow. I glanced over and could’ve sworn she was blushing. She saw me looking, and her expression hardened again. “He’s your head counselor for now.”
“Awk-ward….” Connor said, breaking the silence.
Annabeth was rubbing her forehead like all this was giving her a head ache. Thalia scooted a little closer to her and touched her arm.
Connor leaned back. “Well, apparently the gods like to be annoying to Annabeth. What did you do
“OH MY GODS I AM GOING TO GHETTO MURDER YOU IF YOU DON’T SHUT UP!!!!!!” Annabeth yelled, jumping to her feet and brandishing her knife.
“Oh-kay, guys! Calm down! Let’s just… keep reading. Connor, I’m not really sure what Annabeth will do to you, but I suggest you shut up now. Annabeth…. Just, well, um… never mind…” He stopped when she swiveled her death glare on him.
“You’re undetermined,” Luke explained patiently. “They don’t know what cabin to put you in, so you’re here. Cabin eleven takes all newcomers, all visitors. Naturally, we would. Hermes, our patron, is the god of travelers.”
wanted to say something. Really
badly… but Annabeth, well, Annabeth still looked like she wanted to gut him like a fish.
I looked at the tiny section of floor they’d given me. I had nothing to put there to mark it as my own, no luggage, no clothes, and no sleeping bag. Just the minotaur’s horn. I thought about setting that down, but then I remembered Hermes was also the god of thieves.
Travis pouted. “I’d really wanted that horn too.”
Nico shook his head in disbelief. “I don’t even know what to say to that…”
I looked around at the camper’s faces, some sullen and suspicious, some grinning stupidly, some eyeing me as if they were waiting for a chance to pick my pockets.
“Connor.” Thalia coughed. Connor would have replied, but…. Yeah… Annabeth…
“How long will I be here?” I asked.
“Good question.” Luke said. “ Until you’re determined.”
“How long will that take?”
The campers all laughed.
Connor couldn’t help it anymore. “It was pretty funny.” He said with a grin. Everyone’s heads whipped between him and Annabeth. She pursed her lips.
“Well, that wasn’t excessively annoying, so I think I can deal.”
Everyone collectively let out their breath.
“Come on,” Annabeth told me. “I’ll show you the volleyball court.”
“I’ve already seen it.”
She grabbed my wrist and dragged me outside. I could hear the kids of cabin eleven laughing behind me.
“Ahh, Percy. Always have to be the Seaweed Brain, don’t you?” Thalia said with a grin.
“You have to admit, that was
pretty thick of him.” Nico said with a grin.
When we were a few feet away, Annabeth said, “Jackson, you have to do better than that.”
She rolled her eyes and mumbled under her breath, “I can’t believe I thought you were the one.”
Connor opened his mouth.
“NO. SHUT IT.”
He snapped it shut.
Nico, however, had not been threatened with death, and was laughing his head off.
“This is ironic.” Thalia said. “Because he is ‘the one’ in both
meanings of that statement. You just didn’t know it yet.” She said with a grin.
“Wow. Very insightful for someone who was a tree when this happened.” Connor managed to sneak out while Annabeth wasn’t looking. She whipped her head around and glared at him.
“Travis said it!”
“What’s your problem?” I was getting angry now. “ All I know is, I kill some bull guy—“
“Don’t talk like that!” Annabeth told me. “You know how many kids at this camp wish they’d had your chance?”
“To get killed?”
“Well, in Connor’s case…” Leo said slowly, earning a high five from Nico.
“To fight the minotaur! What do you think we train for?”
“Well, if you’re in the Hermes cabin, its how to not lose all your possessions
” Nico said with a scowl.
Travis raised an eyebrow. “Wow, that really left an impression on you, didn’t it?”
“No, I enjoyed
my time with you people!”
“Wow, death’s son
thinks you guys are crazy. That’s saying something.” Thalia said with a smirk.
I shook my head. “Look, if the thing I fought really was the Minotaur, the same one in the stories…”
“Oh no, here it comes…” Nico groaned.
“Huh?” Leo asked.
“You know, the monsters-never-actually-die conversation? That depressing point in your life when you realize you can never win? Yeah. That
“Then there’s only one.”
“And he died, like, a gajillion years ago, right? Theseus killed him in the Labyrinth so…”
“Monsters don’t die Percy. They can be killed, but they don’t die.”
“Oh, thanks, that clears it up.”
“They don’t have souls, like you and me. You can dispel then for a while, maybe even a whole lifetime if you’re lucky, . But they are primal forces. Chiron calls them archetypes. Eventually, they reform.”
I thought about Mrs. Dodds. “You mean if I killed one, accidentally, with a sword—“
“Only Percy could manage to accidentally
kill Alecto.” Nico said, rolling his eyes.
?!” Leo asked.
“His math teacher.”
“The Fur… I mean, your math teacher. That’s right. She’s still out there. You just made her very, very mad,”
“How did you know about Mrs. Dodds?”
“You talk in your sleep.”
“Awwww, you watched him sleep? How cute!” Connor said, his voice dripping with fake sappiness.
“Seriously dude, do you have like, a death wish or something? Cause I mean, Nico’s right here, and that would be way
less painful than provoking Annabeth to murder.” Leo said.
“Yeah…. But that’s not as much fun.”
“I’m not even going to pretend to understand you.”
“You almost called her something. A Fury? They’re Hades’ torturers, right?”
Annabeth glanced nervously at the ground, as if expecting it to open up and swallow her. “You shouldn’t call them by name, even here. We call them Kindly Ones, if we have to speak of them at all.”
“I love how, after Percy comes, no one cares about saying gods’ names or whatever, because having Percy at camp is basically the same thing as yelling cuss words at them. It warms my heart.” Travis said with a grin.
“You scare me sometimes… Actually, you scare me most
of the time.” Nico said.
“Look, is there anything we can say without it thundering?” I sounded whiny, even to myself, but right then I didn’t care. “Why do I have to stay in cabin eleven anyway? Why is everybody so crowded together? There are plenty of empty bunks right over there.”
Thalia made a face. “Wow. Leave it to Percy to get to the heart of the painful, sticky, annoying subject that no one likes to talk about.”
“Personal much?” Nico asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Shut up Death Boy.”
“Whatever you say, cuz
I pointed to the first few cabins, and Annabeth turned a little pale. “You don’t just choose a cabin, Percy. It depends on who your parents are. Or… your parent.”
“Dude! TWO godly parents?! That would be COOL!” Leo said.
“Yeah. You’d also be a god.” Annabeth said.
“With all the other gods. Like Hera.”
“Oh… you know, I’m pretty happy as a demigod…”
She stared at me, waiting for me to get it.
“Ha! Good luck with THAT Annie dear!” Connor said. Nico shoved him out of the way of Annabeth’s knife, suddenly flying through the air.
“My mom is Sally Jackson.” I said. “She works at the candy store in Grand Central Station. At least, she used to.”
“Poor Sally.” Thalia said with a frown.
“Yeah… She must be worried sick with this whole, Percy-has-no-memory-and-is-possibly-being-raised-by-wolves thing….” Annabeth said. “Maybe I’ll iris-message her later.”
“I’ll come too..” Thalia said.
“Kay.” Annabeth said with a smile.
“I’m sorry about your mom, Percy. But that’s not what I mean. I’m talking about your other parent. Your dad.”
“He’s dead. I never knew him.”
Annabeth sighed. Clearly, she’d had this conversation before with other kids.
“So… Many… Times…” Annabeth groaned.
“Join the Hunters?” Thalia asked, smiling brightly.
“Not that many times.”
“Eh. I tried.”
“Your father’s not dead, Percy.”
“How can you say that? You know him?”
“No, of course not.”
“Then how can you say—“
“Because I know you. You wouldn’t be here if you weren’t one of us.”
“Cause THAT doesn’t sound sketchy…” Nico muttered.
“You don’t know anything about me.”
Travis laughed. “He sounds like a five year old!”
Thalia grinned. “Seaweed Brain.”
“No?” She raised an eyebrow. “I bet you moved around from school to school. I bet you were kicked out of a lot of them.”
“Diagnosed with dyslexia. Probably ADHD too.”
“Annabeth knowsss….” Connor said creepily. Travis smacked him upside the head.
I tried to swallow my embarrassment. “What does that have to do with anything?”
Nico snorted. “Oh, just about everything really. No big.”
“Taken together, it’s almost a sure sign. The letters float off the page when you read, right? That’s because your mind is hardwired for ancient Greek. And the ADHD—you’re impulsive, can’t sit still in the classroom. That’s your battlefield reflexes. In a real fight, they would keep you alive. As for the attention problems, that’s because you see too much, not too little. Your senses are better than a regular mortal’s. Of course the teachers want you medicated. Most of them are monsters. They don’t want you seeing them for what they are.”
“Or they’re psychotic Spanish babysitters who enjoy sitting small children on fire and then turn out to be goddesses.” Leo said with a scowl.
“Oh gods. Is this about Hera again?” Piper asked.
“Sorry. She was to me what the Hermes cabin was to Nico.”
Annabeth looked shocked. “Hera was your babysitter
?! Gods that must have been a living he—err…”
“Mutual hatred Hera, mutual hatred.” Annabeth muttered.
“You sound like… you went through the same thing?”
“Most of the kids here did. If you weren’t like us, you couldn’t have survived the Minotaur, much less the ambrosia and nectar.”
“Ambrosia and nectar.”
“The food and drink we were giving you to make you better. That stuff would have killed a normal kid. It would’ve turned your blood to fire and your bones to sand and you’d be dead. Face it. You’re a half-blood.”
“Way to put It subtly, Annabeth.” Nico muttered.
“Well, as you so clearly
said before, Percy is not good at figuring big stuff like that out on his own. Also, I was getting kinda aggravated with him.” She retorted.
I was reeling with so many questions I didn’t know where to start.
Then a husky voice yelled, “Well! A newbie!”
“And, enter Clarisse.” Nico said.
Clarisse groaned, having finished polishing every weapon and piece of armor in her possession, and said, “Let’s get this over with. Read, Roman.”
I looked over. The big girl from the ugly red cabin was sauntering toward us. She had three other girls behind her, all big and ugly and mean looking like her, all wearing camo jackets.
“Who are the other girls?” Leo asked.
Annabeth thought hard. “Umm… I think.. One was Rina… Sheppard I think, and then Shawn Stratz, and… oh, what’s her name…. umm…”
“Casey Leke.” Clarisse said.
“Are any of them single?” he asked.
“LEO.” Piper said.
“Fine, fine… but still..”
“No, none of them are single or no—“
“No, I wouldn’t tell you if they were single or not because I don’t hate them enough to subject them to your annoying pick-up lines.”
“Yeah, I kinda figured.”
“Clarisse,” Annabeth sighed. “Why don’t you go polish your spear or something?”
“Sure, Miss Princess,” the big girl said. “So I can run you through with it Friday night.”
“Erre es korakas!” Annabeth said, which I somehow understood was Greek for ‘Go to the crows!’ though I had a feeling it was a worse curse than it sounded.
Connor rolled his eyes. “It wasn’t even that bad. If you want to learn some real
curses just stop by the Hermes cabin.” He grinned evilly.
Leo looked down at Nico. “I feel your pain.”
“You don’t stand a chance.”
“We’ll pulverize you,” Clarisse said, but her eye twitched. Perhaps she wasn’t sure she could follow through on the threat. She turned toward me. “Who’s this little runt?”
“The evolution of degrading terms referring to Percy: First- runt
. Secondly- punk
.” Travis said with his patented British professor voice.
“Percy Jackson,” Annabeth said, “meet Clarisse, Daughter of Ares.”
I blinked. “Like…the war god?”
“No, the god of happiness and flowers. Because on the inside, Clarisse has always
wanted to run through a daisy patch and sing uplifting pop songs.” Connor said with a grin.
Clarisse fumed. “Do you WANT me to stab you?!”
“Would that help you get in touch with your inner feelings?”
(By this point he was already being chased around the bleachers by a murderously screaming Clarisse. It was pretty funny to watch. As a matter of fact Travis was having a hard time breathing through his laughter—so much for brotherly love.)
Jason groaned. “Anybody feel like getting them?”
--- 45 MINUTES LATER ---
“Finally. Let’s get back to it.” Jason said.
Clarisse sneered. “You got a problem with that?”
“No,” I said, recovering y wits. “It explains the bad smell.”
“Wow. He’s almost as bad as Connor.” Travis said, still panting from having to chase down Clarisse.
Clarisse growled. We got an initiation ceremony for newbies, Prissy.”
“Whatever. Come on, I’ll show you.”
“Clarisse—“ Annabeth tried to say.
“Stay out of it, wise girl.”
“Oh. My. Gods. Wise girl came from… Clarisse?!!” Thalia asked, shocked. “Well, I always knew Percy lacked an imagination.”
“Yeah… But really, there’s not that many options.” Annabeth said with a shrug.
“Owl Pellet?” Connor suggested.
--55 MINUTES LATER---
After saving Connor from Annabeth, they finally were able to get back to reading.
Annabeth looked pained, but she did stay out of it, and I didn’t really want her help. I was the new kid. I had to earn my own rep.
“Oh gods…. This isn’t going to end well…” Thalia said.
“Well… Wait and see.” Annabeth said with a grin.
I handed Annabeth my minotaur horn and got ready to fight, but before I knew it, Clarisse had me by the neck and was dragging me toward a cinder block building that I knew immediately was the bathroom.
“Wow. So now
he can figure things out.” Nico said.
Leo looked confused. “Umm this new person initiation thingy?”
“Yeah… you don’t need to worry about that Leo. Clarisse retired it after this… incident.”
“You do know I’m sitting right here, right?”
I was kicking and punching. I’d been in plenty of fights before, but this big girl Clarisse had hands like iron. She dragged me into the girl’s bathroom.
Nico busted out laughing.
“Percy… has been… in.. the girl’s… bathroom!!!” *more laughter*
Thalia shook her head. “The things that are funny to a thirteen year old.”
There was a line of toilets on one side and a line of shower stalls down the other. It smelled just like any public bathroom, and I was thinking-as much as I could think with Clarisse ripping my hair out- that if this place belonged to the gods they should’ve been able to afford classier johns.
“Wooow… I know demigods are ADHD, but really?
” Thalia asked, incredulous.
“Hey, maybe Percy has normal human ADHD on top of the demigod kind. It would explain a lot…” Nico suggested.
There was a general consensus among the campers assembled that that seemed pretty reasonable.
Clarisse’s friends were all laughing, and I was trying to find the strength I’d used to fight the Minotaur, but it just wasn’t there.
“Probably because it wasn’t raining
.” Thalia said.
“Whaa?” Leo asked.
“Percy’s stronger when he’s, you know, wet
“Like he’s ‘Big Three’ material.” Clarisse said as she pushed me toward one of the toilets.
“That awkward moment…” muttered Nico.
Clarisse glared at him.
“Yeah, right. Minotaur probably fell over laughing, he was so stupid looking.”
Nico turned to Annabeth.
Annabeth face-palmed, shaking her head.
“Oh, well you know… It’s possible…”
Thalia rolled her eyes. “Sure Nico. Whatever you wanna think.”
Her friends snickered.
Annabeth stood in the corner, watching through her fingers.
Connor was at it again. “Aww, is Annabeth scar—“ Travis shoved him off the bench, cutting off whatever he was about to say.
“Seriously, man! Do you want
to die a violent death?” he asked.
Clarisse bent me over on my knees and started pushing my head toward the toilet bowl. It reeked like rusted pipes and, well, like what goes into toilets.
“Nice Percy, that was actually halfway subtle! Congrats!” Nico said.
“Gods Nico, what is it with you and being subtle?! Are you trying to send a message or something?!” Thalia asked.
I strained to keep my head up. I was looking at the scummy water, thinking, I will not go in that. I won’t.
Then something happened.
“Become one with the plumbing!” Connor yelled in a spooky voice.
“SHUT UP!!!!” (everybody else)
I felt a tug in the pit of my stomach. I heard the plumbing rumble, the pipes shudder. Clarisse’s grip on my hair loosened. Water shot straight out of the toilet, making an arc over my head and the next thing I knew, I was sprawled on the bathroom tiles with Clarisse screaming behind me.
Everyone started laughing. Even the Roman.
“Clarisse!!! That’s HILARIOUS! Bet that was a shock, eh?” Leo asked.
“What are you, Canadian?” Clarisse grumbled.
“Oh my—you were just—and then toilet water—“ Nico managed to get out before he collapsed into a fit of laughter.
Thankfully, Connor was in too much of a laughter induced coma to make any insulting, death-wish comments.
Same with Travis.
And even Annabeth.
Jason recovered first.
“Okay guys! GUYS! There’s more!”
“Oh please no…” Clarisse groaned.
--17 ½ minutes later ---
Everyone had finally recovered, so Jason resumed reading.
I turned just as water blasted out of the toilet again, hitting Clarisse straight in the face so hard it pushed her down onto her butt.
By this point everyone was rolling around laughing again, but Jason was determined to finish. He could feel the end coming near.
The water stayed on her like the spray from a fire hose, pushing her backward into a shower stall. She struggled, gasping, and her friends started coming towards her. But then the other toilets exploded too, and six more streams of toilet water blasted them back. The showers acted up too, and together all the fixtures sprayed the camouflage girls right out of the bathroom, spinning them around like pieces of garbage being washed away.
“Oh my—garbage—in the shower—one with the plumbing—“ Thalia got out before having another laugh attack.
“blasted by… toilet… sewage streams!!!” Leo muttered between laughs.
Clarisse stood impatiently, tapping her foot and glaring at the convulsing bodies in front of her. “It’s not that funny, you guys.”
“Yes… yes it is.. oh my… toilet water…!!” Connor stuttered out.
--29 ¾ minutes later--
Jason had joined Clarisse in her foot tapping.
FINALLY, gods. Greeks had problems with humor. He picked up the sheet of paper again.
As soon as they were out the door, I felt the tug in my gut lessen, and the water shut off as quickly as it had started.
The entire bathroom was flooded. Annabeth hadn’t been spared. She was dripping wet, but she hadn’t been pushed out the door. She was standing in exactly the same place, staring at me in shock.
“I wonder” Nico started, still chuckling “If that’s a reflection on his opinion of you. Like, he doesn’t hate you enough to subconsciously push you out the door, but he doesn’t like you enough to subconsciously soak you in sewage water.”
“Since when did you become the philosopher Death Breath?” Annabeth asked.
“Great.” Annabeth said sarcastically.
I looked down and realized I was sitting in the only dry spot in the whole room. There was a circle of dry floor around me. I didn’t have one drop of water on my clothes. Nothing.
“Am I the only one who finds it ironic that Percy is the son of the sea god and he doesn’t get wet?” Nico asked.
Thalia thought about it. “Well…. I guess it’s kinda ironic…”
Annabeth shook her head. “No, it’s more like he can control the water to keep him from getting wet. So no irony.”
“Huh. Eh, whatever.”
I stood up, my legs shaky.
Annabeth said, “How did you…”
“I don’t know.”
We walked to the door. Outside, Clarisse and her friends were sprawled in the mud, and a bunch of campers had gathered around to gawk. Clarisse’s hair was flattened across her face. Her camouflage jacket was sopping and she smelled like sewage. She gave me a look of absolute hatred. “You are dead, new boy. You are totally dead.”
“Hey Clarisse! Did he die?”
“Shut up Valdez. I WILL stab you.”
Leo decided not to push is luck.
I should have let it go,
“You should really
let it go, Perce.” Thalia said.
“Yeah, but as stated before, Percy has a common sense deficiency.” Nico replied.
but I said, “You want to gargle with toilet water again Clarisse? Shut your mouth.”
“Wow Connor. That sounds like something you would do.” Travis said.
Her friends had to hold her back. They dragged her back to cabin five, while the other campers made way to avoid her flailing feet.
Annabeth stared at me. I couldn’t tell whether she was grossed out or angry at me for dousing her.
“What?” I demanded. “What are you thinking?”
“I’m thinking,” she said, “That I want you on my team for capture the flag.”
“Oh, Annabeth, always scheming, aren’t we?” Connor asked.
“It’s called strategizing
Suddenly they heard a guy’s voice from behind them.
“Someone insulting Wise Girl’s strategizing?”
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