Apollo's Eclipse - a PJO halfblood story

Chapter I

Chapter 1: Your first proof that I'm amazing

Unlike most halfbloods, I have no trauma. No disturbing backstory, no horrendous life, no running from orphanages or prison cells, just an average life. The only time I would count something as "tragic" or "traumatic" is when I started glowing on an airliner. We were I first class, so no one saw but my mom, but then all the lights went out for the rest of the flight. That was when I was 9. Since then, I've never been on a plane.

I'm a son of Apollo, by the way. The benefits are being really good at archery and karaoke nights, as well as the complementary ability of controlling and creating light. Just the normal stuff. The technical term is Photokenesis. Trust me, that is what it's called; when I get closer to the sun, my powers get stronger. (See? I used a semicolon. Most likely wrongly used, but at least my English teacher was wrong.) Nowadays, when on top of a mountain, I can blast a crater in the side of an English cottage. Don't ask how I found that out. But when I'm at sea level, I can dent or make a hole in a brick wall.

For the third section that's all about me, here's a rundown of what I can do. If I am high enough, so like 100m above sea level, I can levitate and fly if I get higher. When it's after sundown, the further down I am, the stronger. It doesn't matter what angle the sun is at, as long as I'm up high. As well as that, for no reason in particular, I get crazy strong on solar eclipses. Like, one time during a solar eclipse I levelled five pine trees that wereww like 100ft high. Totally disintegrated. It was  Travis Stoll's fault. But I can use light to run faster, punch harder and take more damage. I can dispense it in harmless orbs that can flow really bright, shoot weaker beams of light that can singe wood and yeet spheres of light that can cause a small explosion, enough to knock a teenager to their feet and catch fire to wood. 

Your final preparation for this totally fabulous tale is that I arrived at Camp Half-Blood when I was 11. I'm now 14, since two weeks ago. And I can say without a doubt, I am the most underrated member of the whole camp.

Now, we plunge headfirst into the action. 

"You heard me, right, Kenderson?" Clarisse interrogated.. Her fourth lightning spear, Maimer IIII, was a little too close to my face at this point.

"It's a little hard to hear over my own overconfidence, but yeah, sure." I gave my typical annoying smile, where my eyes squint just a tiny bit as if I'm judging them. Which is entirely true.

"When Carmen gets the flag, you, me and Lockley will escort her back to our base. Fair? No being a hero, or trying to be one." She says that as if I even half to try. I realise I'm coming out as extremely annoying and overconfident, but that's just how I am towards Clarisse. And 70% of everyone else.

A conch horn blew in the distance. Clarisse screamed and held her spear high, as Carmen ran off to the right. We were in the most basic spot, the boulders where Percy Jackson killed a Scorpion, I think it was. We bribed a driad to talk to a bird to find where they hid their flag, and it was apparently on Dionysus's yacht. He installed a yacht in the lake. Don't ask why because I don't have an answer.

I followed after Clarisse and Lockley through the woods. Avoiding roots and bushes in the ground, I simultaneously tightened my armour to prepare. It was just a tiny bit too big for me, but I loved the design. My bow was in my right hand, my quiver on my back and my short sword on my belt. And a knife on the other side of my belt.  And some other hidden sharp objects like Paper Cutters and stuff that I have for no reason, but I forget to clear out my pockets.

Then my foot caught under a root, and I fell face first. My beachy blond hair fell over my eyes, and it seemed that the birds were mocking me with their songs. "Hey, uhhh, I fell over..?"