(A/N: This is a pretty bad chapter. Sorry if this chapter doesn't have much of Y/N in it, and the writing is kinda bad. This was supposed to be a quick chapter before transitioning to the capture the flag game, where the drama really begins. I promise you that the next chapter will make up for this one)
Chapter seven: Has blue food become a thing?
Y/N POV: After showing Percy a few more places, we finally reached canoeing lake, where the trail led back to the cabins.
"I've got training to do," Annabeth said flatly. "Dinner's at seven-thirty. Just follow your cabin to the mess hall."
"Annabeth, I'm sorry about the toilets."
"Whatever." I snickered quietly at his akwardness, and he punched me in the shoulder."It wasn't my fault." She looked at him skeptically, and his face twisted when he realized it was actually his fault. Percy had made water shoot out of the bathroom fixtures. He had become one with the plumbing.
"You need to talk to the Oracle," Annabeth said.
"Who?"
"Not who. What, the Oracle, you know, from Delphi? Anyway, I'll ask Chiron about it when I have the chance." I gave Annabeth a pointed look—emphasizing the word I'll—and she dropped the subject.
I didn't know why, but Percy waved at the water. I forgotten that there was a thing called naiads in this universe. "Don't encourage them," Annabeth warned. "Naiads are terrible flirts." "Naiads," He repeated, and a look of overwhelming was plastered on his face. To be honest, I felt the same.
"That's it. I want to go home now." Annabeth frowned. "Don't you get it, Percy? You are home. This is the only safe place on earth for kids like us."
"You mean, mentally disturbed kids?"
"She means not human. Not totally human, anyway. Half-human." I explained.
"Half-human and half-what?"
I smiled and gestured my hands suggestively. "I think you know."
"God," He said. "Half-god." Annabeth nodded. "Your father isn't dead, Percy. He's one of the Olympians."
"That's ... crazy."
"Is it? What's the most common thing gods did in the old stories? They ran around falling in love with humans and having kids with them. Do you think they've changed their habits in the last few millennia?,"
"But those are just-" I felt like he almost said myths again. "But if all the kids here are half-gods—"
"Demigods," Annabeth said. "That's the official term. Or half-bloods."
"Then who are your dads?,"
I replied nonchalantly. "Hermes, Luke's sibling remember?," Annabeth on the other hand, with fists tightening around the pier railing, said coldly. "My dad is a professor at West Point, I haven't seen him since I was very small. He teaches American history."
"He's human." Percy said dumbly, and I almost laughed if not for the murderous glint in Annabeth's eyes.
"What? You assume it has to be a male god who finds a human female attractive? How sexist is that?," I would have berated him for the rest of the day about how stupid he was if not for me trying to muffled a full on blast of giggle-itice.
"Who's your mom, then?," Percy corrected.
"She's from Cabin six." I stopped laughing and reached for her hand to squeeze it supportively. Annabeth may not have been my favourite character, but she was still a human (or a demigod really) being.
"Meaning?,"
Annabeth straightened. "Athena. Goddess of wisdom and battle."
"And my dad?" Percy questioned.
"Undetermined," Annabeth said, "like I told you before. Nobody knows."
"Except my mother. She knew."
"Maybe not, Percy. Gods don't always reveal their identities." I felt bad for squashing his hopes.
"My dad would have. He loved her." Annabeth gave him a cautious look. She didn't want to burst his bubble like I just did. "Maybe you're right. Maybe he'll send a sign. That's the only way to know for sure: your father has to send you a sign claiming you as his son. Sometimes it happens."
"You mean sometimes it doesn't?"
Annabeth ran her other palm along the rail. "The gods are busy. They have a lot of kids and they don't always ... Well, sometimes they don't care about us, Percy. They ignore us."
"So I'm stuck here," Percy deadpanned. "That's it? For the rest of my life?,"
"It depends," Annabeth said. "Some campers only stay the summer. If you're a child of Aphrodite or Demeter, you're probably not a real powerful force. The monsters might ignore you, so you can get by with a few months of summer training and live in the mortal world the rest of the year. But for some of us, it's too dangerous to leave. We're year-rounders. In the mortal world, we attract monsters. They sense us. They come to challenge us. Most of the time, they'll ignore us until we're old enough to cause trouble-about ten or eleven years old, but after that, most demigods either make their way here, or they get killed off. A few manage to survive in the outside world and become famous. Believe me, if I told you the names, you'd know them. Some don't even realize they're demigods. But very, very few are like that."
"So monsters can't get in here?"
Annabeth shook her head. "Not unless they're intentionally stocked in the woods or specially summoned by somebody on the inside."
"Why would anybody want to summon a monster?"
"Practice fights. Practical jokes." I said, stealing another one of Annabeth's lines.
"Practical jokes?," Percy said, alarmed.
"The point is, the borders are sealed to keep mortals and monsters out. From the outside, mortals look into the valley and see nothing unusual, just a strawberry farm."
"The strawberries are magnificently delicious." I added, trying to stay relevant in the conversation, but my efforts were in vain, and I spaced out for a little while.
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"Well... no. Back at my old school, I overheard Grover, Y/N and Chiron talking about it." I zoned back in when he said my name, and I realized what they were talking about. "But I don't think Y/N knew anything." He added, as I shot him a pointed glare. "Because I don't!," I defended myself.
"Grover mentioned the summer solstice." Percy continued. "He said something like we didn't have much time, because of the deadline. What did that mean?,"
Annabeth clenched her fists. "I wish I knew. Chiron and the satyrs, they know, but they won't tell me! Something is wrong in Olympus, something pretty major. Last time I was there, everything seemed so normal."
"You've been to Olympus?"
"Some of us year—rounders—Luke, Y/N, Clarisse and I and a few others—we took a field trip during winter solstice. That's when the gods have their big annual council."
"But... how did you get there?"
"The Long Island Railroad, of course. You get off at Penn Station. Empire State Building, special elevator to the six hundredth floor." She looked at Percy like she was sure he must know this already. "You are a New Yorker, right?"
"Oh, sure." I could practically hear the reasonable side of Percy's brain shouting. "There is no 6th hundred floor!?,"
"Right after we visited," Annabeth continued, "the weather got weird, as if the gods had started fighting. A couple of times since, I've overheard satyrs talking. The best I can figure out is that something important was stolen. And if it isn't returned by summer solstice, there's going to be trouble. When you came, I was hoping ... I mean- Athena can get along with just about anybody, except for Ares. And of course she's got the rivalry with Poseidon. But, I mean, aside from that, I thought we could work together. I thought you might know something."
He shook his head. I wished I could help Annabeth, but I only know so much. "I've got to get a quest," Annabeth muttered to herself. "I'm not too young. If they would just tell me the problem ..."
I decided that that should be the moment I would leave the conversation, and I left them to themselves, and stalked towards the cabin area with the thought, about time I'm going into to burn my dinner.
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Percy POV: The counsellor, Luke, came over. "Found you a sleeping bag," he said. "And here, I stole you some toiletries from the camp store." I couldn't tell if he was kidding about the stealing part.
I said, "Thanks."
"No prob." Luke sat next to me, pushed his back against the wall. "Tough first day?"
"I don't belong here," I said. "I don't even believe in gods."
"Yeah," he said. "That's how we all started. Once you start believing in them? It doesn't get any easier." The bitterness in his voice surprised me, because Luke seemed like a pretty easygoing guy. He looked like he could handle just about anything.
"So your dad is Hermes?" I asked. He pulled a switchblade out of his back pocket, and for a second I thought he was going to gut me, but he just scraped the mud off the sole of his sandal. "Yeah. Hermes."
"The wing-footed messenger guy."
"That's him. Messengers. Medicine. Travelers, merchants, thieves. Anybody who uses the roads. That's why you're here, enjoying cabin eleven's hospitality. Hermes isn't picky about who he sponsors." I figured Luke didn't mean to call me a nobody. He just had a lot on his mind.
"You ever meet your dad?" I asked.
"Once." I waited, thinking that if he wanted to tell me, he'd tell me. Apparently, he didn't. I wondered if the story had anything to do with how he got his scar. Luke looked up and managed a smile. "Don't worry about it, Percy. The campers here, they're mostly good people. After all, we're extended family, right? We take care of each other."
He seemed to understand how lost I felt, and I was grateful for that, because an older guy like him-even if he was a counselor-should've steered clear of an uncool middle-schooler like me. But Luke had welcomed me into the cabin. He'd even stolen me some toiletries, which was the nicest thing anybody had done for me all day. I decided to ask him my last big question, the one that had been bothering me all afternoon. "Clarisse, from Ares, was joking about me being 'Big Three' material. Then Annabeth ... twice, she said I might be 'the one.' She said I should talk to the Oracle. What was that all about?"
Luke folded his knife. "I hate prophecies."
"What do you mean?" His face twitched around the scar. "Let's just say I messed things up for everybody else. The last two years, ever since my trip to the Garden of the Hesperides went sour, Chiron hasn't allowed any more quests. Annabeth's been dying to get out into the world. She was so persistent, she even convinced Y/N into pestering Chiron with her. They finally managed to annoy him so much, he told Annabeth. Turns out, he already knew her fate. Chiron had a prophecy from the Oracle. He wouldn't tell Annabeth the whole thing, but he said she wasn't destined to go on a quest yet. She had to wait until... somebody special came to the camp."
"Somebody special?"
"Don't worry about it, kid," Luke said. "Annabeth wants to think every new camper who comes through here is the omen she's been waiting for. Now, come on, it's dinnertime." The moment he said it, a horn blew in the distance. Somehow, I knew it was a conch shell, even though I'd never heard one before.
Luke yelled, "Eleven, fall in!"
The whole cabin, about twenty one of us, filed into the commons yard. We lined up in order of seniority, so of course I was dead last. Campers came from the other cabins, too, except for the three empty cabins at the end, and cabin eight, which had looked normal in the daytime, but was now starting to glow silver as the sun went down.
We marched up the hill to the mess hall pavilion. Satyrs joined us from the meadow. Naiads emerged from the canoeing lake. A few other girls came out of the woods- and when I say out of the woods, I mean straight out of the woods. I saw one girl, about nine or ten years old, melt from the side of a maple tree and come skipping up the hill. In all, there were maybe a hundred campers, a few dozen satyrs, and a dozen assorted wood nymphs and naiads.
At the pavilion, torches blazed around the marble columns. A central fire burned in a bronze brazier the size of a bathtub. Each cabin had its own table, covered in white cloth trimmed in purple. Four of the tables were empty, but cabin eleven's was way overcrowded. I had to squeeze on to the edge of a bench with half my butt hanging off.
I saw Grover sitting at table twelve with Mr. D, a few satyrs, and a couple of plump blond boys who looked just like Mr. D. Chiron stood to one side, the picnic table being way too small for a centaur.
Annabeth sat at table six with a bunch of serious-looking athletic kids, all with her gray eyes and honey-blond hair.
Clarisse sat behind me at Ares's table. She'd apparently gotten over being hosed down, because she was laughing and belching right alongside her friends.
And Y/N was sitting beside two curly brown haired boys with freckles that looked a lot like her (excluding the hair colour, skin color and eye color) Probably her half sibling. I thought. Finally, Chiron pounded his hoof against the marble floor of the pavilion, and everybody fell silent. He raised a glass. "To the gods!"
Everybody else raised their glasses. "To the gods!" Wood nymphs came forward with platters of food: grapes, apples, strawberries, cheese, fresh bread, and yes, barbecue! My glass was empty, but Luke said, "Speak to it. Whatever you want- nonalcoholic, of course."
I said, "Cherry Coke."
The glass filled with sparkling caramel liquid.
Then I had an idea. "Blue Cherry Coke." The soda turned a violent shade of cobalt. I took a cautious sip. Perfect. I drank a toast to my mother. She's not gone, I told myself. Not permanently, anyway. She's in the Underworld. And if that's a real place, then someday...
"Here you go, Percy," Luke said, handing me a platter of smoked brisket. I loaded my plate and was about to take a big bite when I noticed everybody getting up, carrying their plates toward the fire in the center of the pavilion. I wondered if they were going for dessert or something.
"Come on," Luke told me. As I got closer, I saw that everyone was taking a portion of their meal and dropping it into the fire, the ripest strawberry, the juiciest slice of beef, the warmest, most buttery roll.
Luke murmured in my ear, "Burnt offerings for the gods. They like the smell."
"You're kidding."
His look warned me not to take this lightly, but I couldn't help wondering why an immortal, all powerful being would like the smell of burning food. Luke gestured to Y/N, who approached the fire, bowed her head, and scraped a part of her (favourite dish) into the fire. "To Hermes." Luke did the same with his food, and I was next.
I wished I knew what god's name to say. Finally, I made a silent plea. Whoever you are, tell me. Please. I scraped a big slice of brisket into the flames. When I caught a whiff of the smoke, I didn't gag. It smelled nothing like burning food. It smelled of hot chocolate and fresh-baked brownies, hamburgers on the grill and wildflowers, and a hundred other good things that shouldn't have gone well together, but did. I could almost believe the gods could live off that smoke.
When everybody had returned to their seats and finished eating their meals, Chiron pounded his hoof again for our attention. Mr. D got up with a huge sigh. "Yes, I suppose I'd better say hello to all you brats. Well, hello. Our activities director, Chiron, says the next capture the flag is Friday. Cabin five presently holds the laurels."
A bunch of ugly cheering rose from the Ares table.
"Personally," Mr. D continued, "I couldn't care less, but congratulations. Also, I should tell you that we have a new camper today. Peter Johnson." Chiron murmured something.
"Er, Percy Jackson," Mr. D corrected. "That's right. Hurrah, and all that. Now run along to your silly campfire. Go on." Everybody cheered. We all headed down toward the amphitheater, where Apollo's cabin led a sing-along. We sang camp songs about the gods and ate s'mores and joked around, and the funny thing was, I didn't feel that anyone was staring at me anymore. I felt that I was home.
Later in the evening, when the sparks from the campfire were curling into a starry sky, the conch horn blew again, and we all filed back to our cabins. I didn't realize how exhausted I was until I collapsed on my borrowed sleeping bag. My fingers curled around the Minotaur's horn. I thought about my mom, but I had good thoughts: her smile, the bedtime stories she would read me when I was a kid, the way she would tell me not to let the bedbugs bite. When I closed my eyes, I fell asleep instantly. That was my first day at Camp Half-Blood.
I wish I'd known how briefly I would get to enjoy my new home.