(Percy's POV)
The next few days were torture, just like Tantalus wanted.
First there was Tyson moving to the Poseidon cabin, giggling to himself every fifteen seconds & saying, “Percy is my brother?” like he’d just won the lottery.
“Aw, Tyson,” I’d say. “It’s not that simple.”
But there was no explaining it to him. He was in heaven. And me...as much as I liked the big guy, I couldn’t help feeling embarrassed. Ashamed. There, I said it.
My father, the all-powerful Poseidon, had gotten moony-eyed for some nature spirit, & Tyson had been the result. I mean, I’d read the myths about Cyclopes. I even remember that they were often Poseidon’s children. But I’d never really processed that this made them my...family. Until I had Tyson
living with me in the next bunk.
And then there were the comments from the other campers. Suddenly, I wasn’t Percy Jackson, the cool guy who’d retrieved Zeus’s lightning bolt last summer. Now I was Percy Jackson, the poor schmuck with the ugly monster for a brother.
“He’s not my real brother!” I protested when Tyson wasn’t around. “He’s more like a half-brother on the monster side of the family. Like...a half-brother twice removed, or something.” Nobody bought it.
I admit-I was angry at my dad. I felt like being his son was now a joke. Nora tried to make me feel better. She suggested we team up along with Annabeth for the chariot race to take our minds off our problems. Don’t get me wrong-we hated Tantalus & we were worried sick about camp-but we didn’t know what to do about it. Until we could come up with some brilliant plan to save Thalia’s tree, we figured we might as well go along with the races.
One morning Nora, Annabeth & I were sitting by the canoe lake sketching chariot designs when some jokers from Aphrodite’s cabin walked by & asked me if I needed to borrow some eyeliner for my eye... “Oh sorry, eyes.”
Nora shot back at them, "Hey, why don't you go & take care of your hairdos or something! Oh, my bad you guys use wigs instead right?"
They glared at her in return but didn't dare to say anything back to her.
Annabeth grumbled, “Just ignore them,
Percy. It isn’t your fault you have a monster for a brother.”
“He’s not my brother!” I snapped. “And he’s not a monster, either!”
Annabeth raised her eyebrows. “Hey, don’t get mad at me! Technically, he's a monster.”
“Well Nora gave him permission to enter the camp.” I shot back.
"Hey! Don't drag me into this!" Nora said.
“Shut up Nora! Because it was the only way to save your life! I mean...I’m sorry, Percy, I didn’t expect Poseidon to claim him. Cyclopes are the most deceitful, treacherous-“ Annabeth said.
“He is not! What have you got against Cyclopes, anyway?
"Why are you telling me to shut up?!" Nora asked. She clearly felt hurt.
Annabeth’s ears turned pink. I got the feeling there was something she wasn’t telling me-something bad.
“Just forget it,” she said. “Now, the axle for this chariot-“
“You’re treating him like he’s this horrible thing,” I said. “He saved my life.”
"Guys, stop it!" Nora said clearly frustrated.
Annabeth threw down her pencil & stood.
“You know what Nora? Since you care so much about them & not me, then maybe you should design a chariot with them.”
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Daughter Of Lightning - Book 2 (A Percy Jackson x OC fanfic)
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