Curse of the Triblood

Chapter 15

Author's Note.

Hi readers! Sorry for the late upload but my birthday was Monday, so I took a bit longer uploading since I wanted to spend time with my family. That and I had a lot of school this week, so I had to finish this late. Thanks for understanding. Hope you like the chapter. Please comment and vote, I'd love to know what you all think.

Percy POV

The next day I woke up at five and went to an old shed that no one knew about in the forest. It was like one of the bunkers made during the demigod civil war all those years ago. I opened it with a few special knocks and walked inside. There I saw a black chariot with aqua outlines and marks. The mark in the front was a golden trident. This old thing has been the chariot used by the Poseidon cabin for generations. It was a good luck charm. What many don't know is that the Poseidon cabin has been dominating the games since it was first brought to camp. After all, we are the children of the guy who made the horses that we use for the games.

The thing was reinforced with celestial bronze and steel. Two flags were mounted on either side with the black flag and aqua trident. The front was a bit high to avoid arrows hitting the lower part of the driver's body. One of the previous drivers of the thing paid off a Hephaestus kid to make an unlimited trident dispenser, the tridents could be explosive, electric, make a foam that could get people stuck, you name it.

Annabeth wanted to team up with me for the chariot races, but I thought I would keep it between me and Tyson to show off that I was not ashamed of him. I have been alive a very long time and have made friends with many cyclopes over the years as the previous times I was a son of Poseidon. So having a six-foot-tall behemoth of a monster who can pick people up and throw them was something I was okay with putting up with.

I pulled the old chariot out and brought it to the arena. I washer it up a bit and smiled thinking back to the number of times I have lost to it and won with it. When I was done, I saw that Silena came and told me that her cabin allowed her to come since it was to help her win the chariot race.

"Let's get started," I said with a grin.

"Where's Tyson?" Silena asked. I was happy that she didn't show any negativity towards Tyson as the other campers did. The only other person was Charles Beckendorf the head council of Hephaestus cabin that gave me my new arm.

"Beckendorf is teaching him to be a blacksmith. Something about since Hephaestus works with a lot of cyclops in the forges he was okay with working with Tyson. Now, I want you to give me fifteen laps around the arena."

"Fifteen! The arena is bigger than a whole football field!" Silena screamed.

"When I was seven in Sparta, we had to do five times as much every morning when we woke up at dawn. Right now, I'm going easy on you," I told her. She looked surprised and did as asked.

While she was warming up, I grabbed some weights and started working out. After several minutes I instructed her to do a few more things while I worked alongside her. When we were done, I told her to grab a weapon and she grabbed a sword. I shed a tear being proud my daughter grabbed the weapon I was best at.

We trained for an hour and I pointed out a few things she wasn't doing correctly. It's funny. I practiced doing nails, hair, make-up, and learned fashion since I knew that if I had a kid with Aphrodite that they would turn out like...you know. I was pleasantly surprised that Silena had more Sparta in her than I thought. It was a few days later that Silena noticed I wasn't paying attention as much as usual.

"Dad, what's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing you need to worry about," I told her.

"What's wrong?" she told me. "If you don't tell me I'll lie to mom saying you destroyed your tux on purpose." I looked to her and saw the gleam in here eye, and I was more scared in that second than I have ever been in my life. That's saying a lot considering I literally fought the god of fear.