"The belief in the possibility of a short decisive war appears to be one of the most ancient and dangerous of human illusions." -Robert Lynd
Also known as: Minos bitches about the lack of temples and the kids commit war crimes
Guys, I spent so long on this chapter. There is so much work packed into this chapter. You have no idea how much effort I put into this. I spent four hours figuring out their strategy with my friend Teags (thank bestie <3), and spent a good hour comparing notes on historical offering practices with my girlfriend Izzy (thanks darling <3). That's not counting the dozen times I've rewritten the chapter to be more accurate 😭
Also, you should thank my boat accuracy advisors for making it so I couldn't give the super major angst. I had such angst planned. If you want to see the angst scenes (because I WROTE THEM and then had to rewrite it cause they didn't work) then join the discord!
If you wonder about the OCs named this chapter (only a few have starring moments) then uh... I'm sorry but I ran out of characters in the AO3 authors note so... I'm gonna make a dictionary for the OC's like the Halmaheran dictionary, it'll have their names, parents (if claimed), age, gender, ethnicity, and notable powers, plus any info mentioned in the story like weapons.
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We moved out of the cabin quickly, Lord D taking the lead looking more serious than I'd ever seen him. We hurried around to the side of the cabin, facing the ocean.
Even in that short walk, the tension in the air was palpable. Campers were hurrying towards the beach, counselors and Athena kids shouting orders.
"Darius help Miranda on the West side of the beach–"
"Aadhev! Aaqib! Grab those mines!"
"Kyan, Jake, where are those grenades?"
Clarisse was hurrying towards the beach, spear in hand and wearing half armor, determination in every line of her body.
The ocean came into sight, faint in the distance behind the Dining Pavilion and the rolling hills... but we didn't need to see the water.
Carl made a strangled noise and Leilani, a horror filled gasp. If not for the way my throat closed up at the side I would've done the same.
The ocean was but a thin line in our view, but the threat towered high above that. Less than half-a-mile out in the sea, well within our sightline, the threat approached.
The skyline was marred with warships.
Most were wood or steel, with battlements and figures moving around over them. Several had sails, though not all. The flags that snapped in the wind shimmered with a golden scythe, visible despite the large distance.
"Apó tous Theoús," Annabeth whispered, staring at the ships in the water with wide eyes and a pale face.
"We're under attack," Minos informed us, materializing by my side.
And I meant that literally. One moment he wasn't there, the next he'd shimmered into existence. I supposed he was technically still a ghost, but that didn't stop me from jumping with a yelp and crashing into Lord D, who steadied me without a glance.
"I never would've noticed," Lord D muttered, gaze narrowing on the ships.
"Can you do anything?" I asked, my throat tight.
Annabeth's fingers curled over my own Carl hovered by my shoulder.
It couldn't end like this could it? After everything we'd done to save the camp, we were going to fall anyways? The camper barriers weren't recovered, they couldn't stand up to this kind of force. There were at least two dozen ships. And if—
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ATLOP: Lessons in Water
FanfictionPercy survived his first year at Camp Half-Blood, and made many friends along the way, even if one tried to kill him. Now he gets to brave the realities of undersea politics, handle a custody dispute, and deal with land school all at the same time...
