Dealing with Drama

Brain or Brawn?

AN: Alright, so this update was supposed to come a week or so later, but I found myself losing motivation to write the next chapter of DSM, so I thought I should get two chapters out here, so that I would have a lighter workload when I return here again. You should be thankful.

This chapter is one of the few action scenes I have included in this book. I was thinking of making this fluff again, ideally, keeping in tandem with my earlier chapters, this should have been fluff, but eh. I feel like my action writing abilities might get rusty if I don't use it frequently, so here you go.

Happy reading!

Time: Whatever time suits your imagination

"Alright, not that I'm complaining in any way," Percy started, his voice muffled as he stuffed his mouth full of blue pancakes, practically drowning in what seemed like gallons of maple syrup overflowing his plate, and ignoring the way Hestia pursed her lips in disapproval of him talking with his mouth full. "But why are we here? And why are they here?"

He gestured towards all the Romans, Amazons, minor gods and the other Olympians that had gathered in the small dining pavilion at Camp Half-Blood, partaking in a grand feast that was breakfast.

"They're all here for the show, as am I." Poseidon smiled at him from across the table, his sea-green eyes glimmering. "Well, I think today's gonna either earn me or lose me a lot of money. You better work hard, Percy!"

"Yeah, I'm gonna work hard. I always work hard." Percy muttered to himself, frowning at Poseidon's cryptic words and angrily stabbing his pancakes. "If I knew what work I'm supposed to be doing. And what fucking show?"

Chiron laughed into his own plate over at the head table, his tail swishing from side to side in happiness at seeing his favourite demigod- or was it god now?- after so long. He could almost see Percy's thought process, being as familiar as he was, with the Dark god.

Every time the people around him went all cryptic and secretive, Percy knew that there was some shit about to go down, though now, it only relieved him that they were all so jovial. That meant whatever was going to happen was possibly bad only for him, and not something apocalyptic.

He regarded his surroundings with a suspicious frown, hiding behind his mountain of pancakes. He felt Hestia slide into the seat next to his, with her own little stack of regular pancakes, and he pressed himself against her soft body, seeking her comfort.

Hestia seemed to understand, though she did not say anything, as she allowed him to press closer to her and share her warmth. Her soft brown eyes, as ignorant to what was to occur as Percy was, shined with a mixture of worry and curiosity, able to see all the excited whispers and glances that passed through the crowd, everything ultimately converging on the Dark god beside her.

"I think you need to be wary, Percy." Her voice was soft, like sweet honey to the ears of all who could listen to her soft, meek voice, making Percy growl softly in agreement.

The sweet aroma of food wafted over to everyone, who were having breakfast with him and adding to the great mix of lovely fragrances that hung thick in the air, courtesy of Hestia's delicious cooking that they had the great fortune to enjoy every day. Well, maybe just today, he would let everyone enjoy the delicious cooking of his goddess, he mused as he looked around the dining pavilion with a small smile tugging at his lips, drinking in the sight of all the campers attacking their breakfast as ravenously as the Hunters did every day.