Zane Williams and The Gods of Olympus

Chapter Three

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(June 6th, 2006)

Physical training was boring.

You would think with my incredible strength and crazy abilities and such, I would find training my body to be very fun. But no. It sucked. Let me explain. Imagine you're super jacked, have hit peak level condition, can't get any better or you're almost right at the top. You move into a new apartment complex and then find out that the gym there only has small, light weights for you to work out with. You can still work out, but not heavy. You have to do endurance workouts.

There's no weights in camp that are heavy enough for me to really use, so I just resort to bodyweight exercises. Bodyweight exercises are not particularly fun even with mortal strength levels, so imagine how boring it is for someone of my level of strength. It takes seventy thousand pushups to even feel a small burn. Even with my super strength, which means I can do pushups so fast you can barely process it, it takes hours.

So yeah, not the most fun exercise. I had decided to start exercising to put on some muscle. I was tired of being scrawny. But it was easier said than done, much easier said than done. It's not because it was particularly hard or something, it was simply just very boring.

"Hey." A voice interrupted my lightning fast pushup speed. I stopped to look up to see who it was, only to find that it was Percy Jackson, the newly christened son of Poseidon. He hadn't been seen too much for the past few days, probably sulking in his new cabin alone. Welcome to the club, bud. We have depressing backstories, absent fathers, dead mothers and cookies. Can't forget the cookies.

I stood up from the ground. "Yeah, what is it?" I wiped a little bit of sweat of my brow. There was only a few scenarios here. One, Percy was going to ask how I could balance being a child of the Big Three and being a normal camper. Two, he was going to ask questions about my father, or Three, he wanted to fight or something. Lets see what the lucky winner is.

Percy stood silent for a few seconds, looking rather embarrassed. "How do you do..." Percy trailed off a bit before motioning all around us. "..this?" I guess door number one is the winner. I'm going to hit him with the brutal, honest truth.

"How do I feel confident about being a Big Three kid and not feel like a social outcast?" I asked back, with all the subtly and grace of a warhammer. I chuckled bitterly. "The confidence simply comes from time and experience, Percy." I went back down to the ground, resuming my pushups, although at a much slower pace, so I could continue to converse. "The social outcast part never goes away. People never really try to approach you ever again. They put you on a pedestal, make you an idol, someone who represents the best of the best."

Percy was silent for a moment. "That's depressing." Sure is, kid, sure is. But, hey, that's the life of a demigod for you.

I chuckled. "You said it, dude." I stood up once more from my pushups, deciding I was done for the day. "Well, anything else you need?" I was hoping he would ask for a spar. I wanted to see where the new kid was after a week or so of training. Hopefully he would at least make me try.

"Can we spar?" Yes! "I've been doing better against Luke, and he said to try my luck against you. You're not as fast as Taylor, so maybe I can do a little better." Oh, yeah. Percy fought Taylor yesterday in a spar. Percy didn't do too bad, considering he started like a week ago. However, Taylor ran circles around Percy, literally. It looked like a road runner cartoon.

I shrugged, before drawing my Labrys. We were already in a fighting square, so why not start now? "Alright, then. Lets go." Percy nodded, before walking to the side of the arena and picking a long xiphos. We began to encircle each other as other campers from their own fighting squares gave us their full attention. Whispers like 'Big Three fight' or 'Mini Zeus and Poseidon' came from Cabin Eleven as they surrounded our fighting square.