the forbidden child|| Male oc X Percy Jackson (rewrite)

4. Getting claimed isn't as cool as you'd think

It didn't take long for everyone to fill the dinning pavilion.

Me and the other Hermes camper filled into the table. Percy sat next to me. We all sat patiently waiting for dinner to start. After an eternity Chiron pounded his hooves. He started to speak and do whatever he did whenever I wasn't paying attention. Hey, what can I say? ADHD kid and listening to boring speeches doesn't go well.

That's when the food came. The pavilion erupted into a battlefield of delightful smells that attacked my nose. I grinned seeing the food on my plate. Percy looked at his food with a bit of wonder, guess he never seen food appear like we were in Harry Potter before.

I held up my cup and begun to think about what I wanted to drink. "Cold sprite mixed with Fanta." I said speaking into my cup like a walkie talkie.

Soon the cup began to fill up as if someone was pouring something into it. Good, time to eat, but one thing had to come first.

I turned to Percy who looked just about ready to eat. "Hey man, don't dig in yet."

Percy paused before nodding with a bit of confusion. He'd probably be confused about the next part we did. I motioned him to get up and grab his plate as I did the same. He complied before following me towards the brazier.

Percy watched me carefully as I dumped a portion of my food into the fire. Like always I said a thanks to Hermes. "And while we're at it why don't ya claim me mom?"

The food burned only the smell wasn't unpleasant. A rich aroma filled my nose. It was like smelling all the stuff my dad would bake on Saturday mornings.

Percy followed behind me after I told him to give up some of his food and say a prayer. He mouthed something before we returned to our seats.

I let out a moan as I bit down into a rib. It tasted divine. Percy had a similar reaction as he started eating away at his food. This was one of the things I liked most about camp. I laughed and joked as I ate my food. The one good thing about the Hermes cabin was the fact you always had someone to talk to during dinner time. I would feel weird if I was one of the kids who had to sit by themselves.

It didn't take long for everyone to finish our meals. After we did so Mr. D rose from his seat.

He was a fat pudgy man with curly brown hair and a cheetah print jogging suit.

All in all though, he was an Olympian. Mr. D so happened to be Dionysus, the guy who controlled both alcohol and insanity.

He welcomed Percy to camp(while saying the name wrong of course) before telling us we'd be playing capture the flag Friday. A cheer rose from the ares table as you'd expect. Admittedly, I was a bit excited too.

Capture the flag always beat boring ole sword training.

Still though, I had an odd feeling.

For some reason I felt like something drastic would happen Friday.
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The days leading up to Friday I did my normal routine.

I'd eat breakfast and talk to Percy. After I was done I'd stalk off to the woods. There I'd hang out with wood nymphs and satyrs. Despite what you might think it was actually cool hanging out with them. I mean, occasionally a satyr would chase after a nymph but it was chill.

"You met Percy, yet?" Grover asked as we watched a satyr get out paced by a laughing nymph. I hummed, I heard from the black haired boy he and Grover were pretty tight.