Not much happened after the whole bathroom incident. Some of the kids had congratulated us for putting Clarisse in her place. However the Ares cabin kept giving us death glares at dinner time. Percy and I had chosen to stick together and sit next to one another at the Hermes table. After burning a portion of our food in honor of our godly parent, whoever they might be.
Luke had explain to us that the drinking goblets were magical and would fill up with any drink we wanted. Non alcoholic of course.
"Strawberry milk," I cooed watching in awe as it began filling up with the yummy drink. Clapping my hands excitedly.
"Blue cherry coke," Percy asked and we both shared a smile at the subtle gesture in honor of his mother. Nothing else really happed after that. Except for the campfire which was pretty cool. The louder the Apollo cabin sang the bigger the flames got. The fire also reflects the emotions of the camp.
Once things calmed down everyone headed back to their cabins to settle down for the night. I sat down on my sleeping bag, digging through the things mom had thrown into my bag. A smile erupted onto my face when I took out a stuffed unicorn, not sure how she knew I'd come to have an attachment to it. Multiple eyes could be felt observing me, but a certain laugh made me forget about them.
"I can't believe you kept Constance," Percy states running his hand over the galaxy colored fabric, hense the name. Well that and the constellations sewn in.
"Why wouldn't I, besides you spent almost an hour of the field trip on that one game to win her for me. Which was very sweet of you," I replied holding the stuffy close to my chest.
"After seeing the admiration in your eyes I knew how much you wanted it," he replied, face now dusted red and a shy smile appeared.
"That was the first time I realised that I could trust you," I admitted resting my hand on his. Out of the corner of my eye I saw our counselor looking at us, with what could only be described as mixed emotions. To me it looked like maybe grief as well as longing to be with someone.
"I remind you of someone don't I? Luke," I plucked up the courage to ask and Percy looks up at the guy.
"Yeah you remind me so much of a friend I lost, and your friendship reminds me of the one we once had before she died," he replied sitting on the edge of his bed, some of the other campers were watching the interaction. "But not only do you remind me of her but in certain tricks of the light you look just like her, minus the hair color," he looked sad as he explained this. And even though he was opening up slightly, it still didn't change the strange gut feeling about him.
"That's why you called me Thalia," I pieced things together "Where ever she is I'm sure she's watching over you," comforting strangers wasn't a strong suit of mine but his smiled told me that it made him feel better.
After that interaction everyone called it a day and we all went to sleep. And that had been our first day at camp...
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The next few days consisted of Percy and I being paraded around through different activities. Every morning Annabeth had given us lessons on Ancient Greek, which we both were shocked to know just how easily we understood it. Of course I also helped them correct words since both were dyslexic. Annabeth found it strange that I didn't have it, since pretty well all demigods did.
In the afternoons Percy and I were lead to various outdoor activities. Chiron was teaching us archery, smiling at how easy I'd been able to pick it up. Saying that I was a natural. Percy on the other hand was never going to become like Katniss Everdeen. He managed to get an arrow snagged on the poor centaurs tail. However Chiron wasn't mad about it.
"Archery isn't for everyone," he said with a smile before we were taken to our other activities. Foot racing was horrible, and I hadn't realized just how out of shape I was. It was easy for the dryads to out run the both of us. However they said not to worry about it. Apparently they had centuries of practice running away from lovesick gods.
When it came to wrestling well let's just say Clarisse could pin is to the mat in a matter of a few seconds. Which I wasn't defeated about since I already beat her once at her own game. If she wasn't careful then I'd happily put her on her place again, and Percy would be happy to provide help as well.
Percy did excell at canoeing and enjoyed it quite a bit. This is why I had given him the job of steering because if I was in charge I feel like we'd flip over.
"Do you feel like the senior counselors are watching us closely?" He asked one afternoon when we were out on the lake. Out of hearing distance from the other campers. However their eyes never seemed to leave us. We were just drifting in the middle of the sound. I had turned so I was facing him, and despite the small current we stayed in place. Just floating there.
"Yeah all the time. You can see the cogs turning in their heads as they try figuring out who are father's are," I state with a sigh. We sat there for awhile in a peaceful silence before heading back to shore.
On our third day of camp, we were in the arena with the rest of our cabin for sword training. Luke was the instructor, and someone had told me he was the best fighter in three hundred years. After some basic manoeuvres it was time to heighten our skills with one on one. I was paired with a boy named Connor.
I'd say we're were an evenly matched pair since neither of us were masters. However even though it was my first time ever holding a sword, I'd managed to counter every attack. All the noise around us seemed to stop, and I knew everyone was watching me. It was like the longer I fought, the stronger and better I became.
Like the sword was an extension of my arm. Connor had tried striking me but with a quick turn of my wrist I'd managed to block it. The force was enough to send to falling to the ground. Everyone had clapped, happy to witness my first win. Even though it was a practice.
Percy had been paired with Luke, who was giving him instructions on how to counter his attacks. However Percy couldn't keep up and when it was time for a break we were all covered in sweat.
After a few drinks of water we went back to training. I'd notice Percy looked better after pouring water over his head. His muscles seemed to perk up and it was like he was given strength. It was that moment I understood who his father is. The water from the fountain and bathroom. How he was able to guide the canoe so well and how the water seemed to give him strength.
Percy was the son of Poseidon....
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