Persephoneia "Percy" Cordelia Jackson is considered a prime example of why it is that the worst of storms are nearly always named after girls.
Practically the living embodiment of the beautiful but deadly seas, she's not someone any sane person want...
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The very next morning, Chiron had moved me to Cabin Three.
Now, I know some of you would like the fact that you're all alone in a big (lonely) cabin, but I hated it. Sure, I now had room for all my stuff: the Minotaur's horn, my bag containing my spare clothes, the few books I'd brought with me, and a toiletry bag plus my sketchbook and art supplies. I got my own table to sit at for dinner, call "lights out" whenever I felt like it, and not have to actually listen to anyone except for Chiron and Mr. D if he felt like it.
And I'll reiterate: I. Hated. It.
I felt like I was in a large viewing cage at the zoo, being stared and gawked at by the people passing by - or in this case - the campers. Just when I felt that I was actually part of a large, loving family, I was now suddenly held at arm's length by just about everyone. A part of me couldn't help but wonder if this was how the gods and various titans and primordials - especially my Uncle Hades - in the Underworld felt like.
I logically knew that my Patros would claim me at some point, but still, I never expected him to do so when Zeus was clearly still in such a bad mood - I had figured that my Patros would wait until Zeus had calmed down just a bit or for him to have broken the oath again (which probably wouldn't have taken all that long) so he would have been at least a tad less likely to want me dead and gone.
Thalia's fate of becoming a piece of flora now seemed a more likely outcome for my future - instead of fighting monsters and going on potentially fatal quests I'd be smitted by one of my two Uncles or be turned into some form of flora or fauna the moment I left the camp borders. Y'know seeing as by all accounts I wasn't even supposed to exist.
Nobody talked about the hellhound incident. Well, more accurately nobody talked about it while I was within earshot, but I was fairly certain that they were all in one way or another talking about it behind my back.
It had scared literally everybody - mainly because it now officially put a glaring neon sign above my head that said: "DAUGHTER OF THE SEA GOD HERE! ATTACK AT WILL!"
Heck it was now clear without a doubt that monsters could get inside the camp, which, before that "incident" everyone had considered a safe haven for demigods. Everyone stayed clear of me, wary of being caught with or around me or run the risk of angering me. Well, except my group of friends.
Cabin Eleven wasn't afraid of me like most everyone else seemed to be lately, but they were still understandably cautious. I still had lessons with them, though I was now always partnered with either Luke or Ethan for combat practice, seeing as no one felt inclined to test my skills with a blade, what with Poseidon being a natural at it, they said. I had no idea my Patros had a weapon other than his trident although in hindsight it would be pretty stupid to rely completely on one weapon no matter how strong it was. Triton never mentioned him having another weapon he used besides his trident but he had always said that of the three brothers Poseidon was by far the best fighter with only Uncle Hades being able to fight him to a stalemate when their symbols of power (Hades' helm, Patros' trident, and Zeus' lightning bolt) weren't in the equation and their powers were off the table.
