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Percy's POV
The next few days I settled into a routine that felt almost normal, if you don't count the fact that I was getting lessons from satyrs, nymphs, and a centaur.
Each morning I took Ancient Greek from Annabeth, and we talked about the gods and goddesses in the present tense, which was kind of weird.
The rest of the day, I'd rotate through outdoor activities, looking for something I was good at. Chiron tried to teach me archery, but we found out pretty quick I wasn't any good with a bow and arrow. He didn't complain, even when he had to desnag an arrow out of his tail.
Foot racing? No good either. The wood nymph instructors left me in the dust. They told me not to worry about it. They'd had centuries of practice running away from lovesick gods. But still, it was a little humiliating to be slower than a tree.
And wrestling? Forget it. Every time I got on the mat, Clarisse would pulverize me.
(Y/N) tried to get me to do the climbing wall, but even after watching him make it all the way to the top, I still chickened out.
The only thing I really excelled at was canoeing, and that wasn't the kind of heroic skill people expected to see from the kid who had beaten the Minotaur.
I knew the senior campers and counselors were watching me, trying to decide who my dad was, but they weren't having an easy time of it. I wasn't as strong as the Ares kids, or as good at archery as the Apollo kids. I didn't have Hephaestus's skill with metalwork or—gods forbid—Dionysus's way with vine plants.
(Y/N) didn't even know what to think. He'd seen all types of demigods but I was a mystery to him.
"There's always the chance you could be the kid of some minor god that no one's ever heard of," he told me. That didn't make me feel better.
Despite all that, I liked camp. I got used to the morning fog over the beach, the smell of hot strawberry fields in the afternoon, even the weird noises of monsters in the woods at night. I would eat dinner with Cabin Eleven, scrape part of my meal into the fire, and try to feel some connection to my real dad. Nothing came. I tried not to think too much about my mom, too.
Whenever I didn't know what to do or if I was bored, I would follow (Y/N) around and see where he went. I'm sure people thought I looked like a lost puppy, but he seemed to enjoy my company. And he was pretty much my only friend around here besides Grover, who I haven't even seen for a while.
It was Thursday afternoon, and I was bored, so I went around camp, looking for (Y/N). I found him dueling Luke in the arena. The rest of Cabin Eleven were watching.
(Y/N) parried a swing from Luke, before moving really fast behind him. He raised his sword and swung it at Luke's back. Luke seemed to read (Y/N)'s mind, because he quickly turned around and blocked the blow.
The two went back and forth until (Y/N) was pinned to the ground by Luke. That's when they both noticed me.
"Hey, Percy's here! That's great. Now we can begin the sword fighting lesson." Luke stood and helped (Y/N) up.
He wiped sweat off his forehead and stretched. "I still can't beat you," (Y/N) said to Luke.
He laughed and put a hand on (Y/N)'s shoulder. "It's okay. You're doing really well. I'm sure you could beat anyone else."
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Percy Jackson and the Olympians (Male Reader Insert)
Fanfiction(Y/N) (L/N) has been at Camp Half-Blood all of his life and yet he still has no idea who his godly parent is. However, when a boy appears at camp, (Y/N)'s world is turned upside down. The boy is special and is part of a big prophecy involving the fa...
