Earthshaker (Percy Jackson Fanfiction)

I Send Shivers Down the Forest

"I don't know.. My mom never understands me." I said. "And it's like she doesn't care at all that she doesn't understand her own daughter.!"

"Yeah, well most moms do. Don't think about it much." Uncle Nico answered. "But don't worry. I bet your mother knows perfectly well what she's doing. After all, she's a daughter of the wisdom goddess and all. I'm sure it will do you good at some point."

Good? What good would never getting to go on a quest do?
It would keep me from dying, yes, but I really need to learn to defend myself.

I wanted to argue with uncle Nico but I saw that he was laying on hi back at the sand with his arms spread and eyes closed. He has a little smile on his face and he looks very relaxed and almost like he doesn't have a problem at all in this world. I wish I could look as contented as he is.
Instead I looked at the horizon. The cool sea water reached my toes this time. It gave me strength and cleared my head and my chest. I could breathe better now. Somehow my ankle didn't feel as painful as before. Water always made me feel better. I just wished I knew how to control it like my Dad does.
Ever since we were born, he'd been trying to teach us how to control it. His lesson is always to concentrate on the water and pretend like it's also a part of us. For some reason, only Luke has succeeded. I can't ever do it. The water just doesn't respond to me.

After skipping chores-thanks to uncle Nico's zombie maids- he spent the whole afternoon with him at the beach.
He's asked me about what has happened the past days that he'd been gone and I've told him.
I'd even told him about my nightmare. Normally, people wouldn't consult to him first about your nightmares, being the son of the Underworld god and all, but somehow uncle Nico always helped me with my feelings and my pains in life.
I've been telling him about my problems with mom, and somehow he can always make me feel better. Either with his words, his experiences as a cast out or some really dangerous underworldly stuff. As I've said, he's still a kid in some ways. Sometimes uncle Will says that I get my rebel traits from him because I spent so much time with him as a kid. After all, he is my godfather.
I don't know. Underworld kids just make for good bestfriends. Bianca, uncle Nico, even aunt Hazel. They're all just good people and give great advices which is why I am very close to them.

I watched as the orange sunset kissed the waters.

"Come on. We should head back." Uncle Nico said, standing up and dusting his jeans.

We walked back towards camp. It was now only starting to get dark and from somewhere a conch horn blew, meaning it was time for dinner.
Uncle Nico and I walked to the dining pavilion. Every table was loud and excited, all talking about capture the flag that would happen tonight. A battle between the Hunters and campers hadn't happened in my lifetime before because this is the first time they have visited and stayed. But still, I wasn't so into the hype. Partly because I wouldn't be able to participate in it, and partly because something bugged me inside. My instincts were telling me that something was about to go wrong, but I'm pretty sure I'm just bitter so I ignored it.
Uncle Nico dropped me off at the Poseidon table, and patted my head.
Dad and Luke weren't here yet.
I sat quietly with my hand on the table just watching everyone chatter and laugh and talk about nothing but the event tonight.
My mind was uneasy. I kept thinking about the game. I know its because i wouldn't be able to participate, that's why I'm anxious, but something tells me there's something more.
I bit my lip, and knitted my eyebrows together. I was just trying to unthink.

"There you are!" A voice from behind me said.

I turned around and saw a boy in baggy jeans, a dirty white greased-shirt and a scowling face. His black hair that went in all directions could really use some combing, and his face is covered in black grease and it's oily and sweaty.
Aside from his dirty look, the green and brown and gray in his irises still looked captivating, and his perfectly chiseled cheeks made up for all the dirt on his face. Maybe that is because he is a son of a beautiful goddess and he inherited most of her beautiful features.