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Chapter 13
Percy's New Half-Brother
Volume 2: The Sea of Monsters
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Percy always had the most dramatic entrances. Last summer, when they'd met, Percy had just defeated the Minotaur and dragged an unconscious body all the way to the Big House. It really shouldn't have been a surprise that he appeared in the middle of battle.
The camp borders had been fading ever since the poison set in, and the attacks had been increasing each month. This time, Percy was fighting two bronze bulls the size of elephants. And they breathed fired too, naturally.
He arrived with Annabeth and another tall stranger in tow. Ten heroes had been attempting to take down the bulls beforehand.
Pallas heard about all of this secondhand when he left the Aphrodite cabin (a torturous place) with Pat and saw the whole side of the hill was burning. On the porch, Pat paused.
"The hill is burning," He said. Pallas knew it was a guess that he wished for him to confirm, and he did.
"Oui," He squinted, "If I am not mistaken, Percy has arrived."
"Oh, of course," Pat sounded down, his head lulling on his shoulders. He didn't look excited, even at his friends arrival.
Pallas continued to study the scene. In tattered clothes, Annabeth's golden hair shimmered in the sun. His eyes went wide, "Annabeth!" He linked his arm with Pat's and started pulling him, "Pat, Annabeth and Percy have returned!"
They reached the burning hill, albeit slowly, just as the wounded campers were getting attention. There were two large, banged-up bronze bulls resting in the flames, the source of the chaos.
"Annabeth!" Pallas called. She turned, and once she saw him, she broke into a tired smile.
"Pallas, Pat," She said, "What's going on here?"
Percy was on the ground, and Pallas crouched by him, "Bonjour, Percy," He greeted, lifting Percy's arm and inspecting it, "Are you fatally wounded?"
Percy scoffed and pulled his arm back, "I'm fine. Hi."
Pat was smiling now. Quietly, he gestured to the large stranger, "Who's the newbie?" The way Pat knew everything without his sight was as unnerving to others as it was impressive to Pallas.
A sour look took Annabeth's face, and Pallas pulled away from Percy enough to try and study the new, tall man — child. At closer glance, he was clearly a boy. That, and he only had one eye.
"A cyclops," Pallas furrowed his brows and sent a look to Annabeth, "What is this?"
"His name is Tyson," Percy immediately got defensive, "He's my friend."
Naturally, Pallas wanted to scoff. Leave it to the son of Poseidon, prophesied savior of Olympus, to become best friends with a monsters.
Clarisse approached the group with soot on her forehead, sweaty from the battle. She took a moment to acknowledge Pat and Pallas, then looked at Percy on the ground, "Jackson, if you can stand, get up. We need to carry the wounded back to the Big House, let Tantalus know what's happened."
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Prophesied Powder, PJO
Fanfiction(Atropos cuts the threads of Human Fate.) Pat was destined for something great. Apollo himself had said it. The only issue is, no one knows what he's meant to do or how he's involved in the so-called Great Prophecy. Percy is the only son of Posideon...
