𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄! percy jackson¹

i. The Minotaur

      A lot of campers don't know who their godly parent is, as one has to be claimed before they can be sure. I was lucky to know who my father was before I came to camp, thanks to Thalia and Luke, and as soon as I stepped onto the premises, I was claimed. For those unlucky ones, who are 'undetermined' — still waiting to be claimed. Or those who are children of minor gods and goddesses — stay in the Hermes cabin with Luke and his siblings.

       When we reached the pavilion, nearly every table was filled with different cabins. The ones that were empty were Zeus, Poseidon, Artemis, and the Apollo table (in which we filled). In all honesty, I wasn't exactly that hungry. But I took the small plate of grapes the nymph offered me and made my way to the hearth, throwing half my food into the fire. It was an offering to the Gods.

      "I hope you like the smell of grapes, Dad," I said, deciding to throw one more singular grape in. "Maybe an extra one might make you help me. I bet not."

      For me, the word different is entirely a whole new definition. One of my earliest memories was meeting my father in an old alleyway in Miami, Florida, where he saved me from freezing to death. By doing this he gave me a power that was only thought that he and Hyperion could only control – Photokinesis.

      I thank him for saving me, but I don't thank him for the gift. It's a curse. A heavyweight on my shoulders I can never get rid of, and what made me even angrier was the fact that he just left afterwards, with no help or guidance on the gift whatsoever.

      The day was the usual routine, nothing really special happened, unless you counted Connor and Travis Stoll of the Hermes cabin pranking a few Athena kids with fake spiders, and the Athena kids chasing them around the camp with swords and daggers.

      It was free time, and I sat watching my brothers and sisters shoot hoops. I soon felt a presence beside me and I smiled in greeting when I saw Annabeth. Her signature Athena child curly blonde hair blowing in the slight wind and her grey eyes sparkling slightly in the darkening sky.

      "You're not joining in?" She asked, nodding at the rest of the Apollo cabin, and I shook my head.

      "Nah, I don't feel like it," I said. "Any more luck with what Chiron said?"

      Annabeth shook her head. "Whoever this special kid is, I don't think he'll be coming anytime soon." She sighed, placing her chin on the palm of her hand. "I just want a quest so bad. To prove myself."

      "I dunno about Chiron and Mr D. But you sure proved yourself to me when you scared Travis and Connor out of their wits with your dagger."

      Chiron and Mr D. Camp directors, one a centaur, the other, God of wine and grapevines.

      The child of Athena chuckled. "Well, they had it coming."

      Annabeth and I had been as thick as thieves ever since she joined Thalia, Luke and I the year after they found me on the streets of Miami. She was like a sister to me, and I was to her.

      When the night continued to get closer, I gave my hand a tiny flick and a small ball of light appeared, floating in the air. Annabeth and I stared at it thoughtfully, and I had a feeling we were both thinking the same thing.

      "My dream is still happening, yes," I answered her question, and she frowned.

      "I didn't ask you anything—"

      "You didn't need to."

      For a few weeks, I've been having a dream. When a demigod has a dream, it usually means no-good, and that something big was going to happen.