After I cleaned up Annabeth we met Percy again and showed him a few more places like the metal shop, the arts-and-crafts room, the climbing wall (my personal favourite). Then finally we came back to the canoeing lake, were the trail led back to our cabins.
"We've got training to do," Annabeth said flatly to Percy,
"We've already trained for 4 hours total today wha-" "Dinner's at seven thirty. Just follow your cabin to the mess hall." I tried to speak but she cut me off.
"Annabeth, I'm sorry about the toilets." Percy tried to say
"Whatever." she replied bluntly.
"Come on Annie, It wasn't his fault." She looked at me and Percy sceptically, then I realized, it kind of was his fault, but he didn't mean to. He just became one with the plumbing.
"You need to talk to the Oracle," Annabeth told Percy.
"Who?" he asked.
"Not who. What. The Oracle. We'll ask Chiron." I said. Percy started staring at the lake, noticing the Naiads at the bottom of the lake. They smiled and waved at him, he looked confused but waved back.
"Don't encourage them," Annabeth warned. "Naiads are terrible flirts."
"Naiad," Percy repeated, looking kind of overwhelmed. "That's it. I want to go home now." He said suddenly.
Annabeth and I frowned looking at each other then Percy, "Don't you get it, Percy? You are home. This is the only safe place on earth for kids like us." I tried to say gently.
"You mean, mentally disturbed kids?" He asked a bit angrily.
"She means not human. Not totally human, anyway. Half-human." Annabeth explained.
"Half-human and half-what?"
"I think you know." I said but I could tell he didn't want to admit it.
"God," He said "Half-god."
Annabeth nodded. "Your father isn't dead, Percy. He's one of the Olympians."
"That's ... crazy."
"Is it? What's the most common thing gods did in the old stories? They ran around falling in love with humans and having kids with them. Do you think they've changed their habits in the last few millennia?" I said in one breath because I hadn't talked in a while.
"But those are just—" Percy started, then stopped and started to think, "But if all the kids here are half-gods—"
"Demigods," Annabeth said. "That's the official term. Or half-bloods."
"Then who's your dad?" He asked Annabeth her hands tightened around the pier railing. She didn't like talking about her dad much and her godly parent was Athena anyway, the Goddess of wisdom and battle.
"My dad is a professor at West Point," she said. "I haven't seen him since I was very small. He teaches American history."
"He's human."
"What? You assume it has to be a male god who finds a human female attractive? How sexist is that?" She said getting mad, while I just watched it happen.
"Who's your mom, then?"
"Cabin six."
"Meaning?" Annabeth straightened. "Athena. Goddess of wisdom and battle."
"And my dad?"
"Undetermined," I said, "like Annabeth told you before. Nobody knows." I told him.
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The Twins Of Poseidon
FanfictionI've been in more orphanages in my lifetime then friends I have. I was in one from when I was born until I was about 6 when I ran away permanently and discovered an unusual camp. My name is Alexandra Jackson. This is my crazy life story about how I...
