A Son From Lands Unknown (PJO x Male Reader)

The Wine God Provides Exposition

(Y/N) was escorted by Mr. Brunner to the front porch of the large house, whereon was sat a portly man with a mullet and goatee. (Y/N) could tell that the camp was situated on the northern end of Long Island, based on the fact that the valley went all the way up to the water, glittering about a mile out. Between the house and the water was a landscape dotted with buildings in an ancient Greek style. The hits included an open-air pavilion, an amphitheater, and a circular arena. (Y/N) would have thought he'd found ruins of a colony if it weren't for the fact that it all looked brand new, their columns practically glowing in the sun.

Turning back to the man who was originally there, he took note of his other features. A tiger-print Hawaiian shirt was worn, the top three buttons undone because of course they were. (Y/N) had never met anyone in a Hawaiian shirt who wasn't absolute trash, and it appeared the man before him was in no rush to disprove that theory. The man was leaning back in his lawn chair, glaring at a hand of cards. Trying to get the man's attention, Mr. Brunner cleared his throat.

"Ah, yes, the intruder," the man said dismissively. "Good thing he was caught, I suppose. Now, Atlantic Bottleneck or Common Trout?"

"Look, I'm sorry for trespassing," (Y/N) apologized. "I'll just leave now if you all want me to. It was either that or die to a Minotaur, and I quite like life."

"Well, we'll see how long that lasts." The man began to wave his hand, but his wrist was grabbed by Mr. Brunner, interrupting whatever he was doing.

"Mr. D," he began, " the fact that the boy was able to see it at all, much less see the camp, interact with the barrier, proves that he at least needs help. Was that not the entire reason your father sent you here?"

"Fine," Mr. D grumbled, clearly unhappy about it. "Good timing as well, I suppose. It seems Mr. Johnson is arriving now."

Percy and Grover walked across the porch talking between each other, though it scared (Y/N) slightly when a blond girl seemed to have appeared next to him out of nowhere.

"Ah, Percy, good," Mr. Brunner said. "Now we have four for Pinochle."

He offered Percy a chair to Mr. D's right, who looked at him with his bloodshot eyes before heaving a sigh. "Oh, I suppose I must say it. Welcome to Camp Half-Blood. There. Now don't expect me to be glad to see you."

"Uh, thanks," Percy replied, scooting further away from the man, creeped out, likely by the same factors that made (Y/N) want to stay far away from him.

"Annabeth?" Mr. Brunner called out to the blond girl. She stood and Mr. Brunner introduced her to the two new arrivals. "This young lady nursed you back to health, Percy. Annabeth, my dear, why don't you go check on Percy and (Y/N)'s bunks? We'll be putting them in cabin eleven for now."

"Sure, Chiron," she replied. Annabeth looked to be about Percy's age, maybe a couple inches taller, and a whole lot more athletic, almost the perfect stereotype of a California girl were it not for the eyes. They were storming grey; pretty, but highly intimidating, like a predator looking at prey. She glanced at the Minotaur horn in Percy's hands as she walked past. Rather than adoration or compliments, however, she informed Percy of something.

"You drool when you sleep," she said, causing (Y/N) to snort a touch in an attempt to suppress a laugh.

"So," Percy started, clearly uncomfortable, "You, uh, work here, Mr. Brunner?"

"Not Mr. Brunner," the man replied. "I'm afraid that was a needed pseudonym. You may call me Chiron."

"Okay," Percy sighed. "And Mr. D... does that stand for something?"

At this point, (Y/N) checked out, just trying to keep his head down and unnoticed. Key word being trying. Mr. D was right in the middle of giving Percy some kind of lecture on the rules of a card game when the BlackBerry in his pocket began ringing. He pulled it out of his pocket and looked at the small screen, seeing it was his mom. He pressed the answer button, not wanting to make her mad.