Crimson Rivers [1] - Percy jackson

Chapter 1: Meet Cute

Look, I didn’t want to be a half-blood. If you’re reading this because you think you might be one, my advice is: atop reading this right now. Believe whatever lie your mom or dad told you about your birth, and try to lead a normal life. Being a half-blood is dangerous. It’s scary. Most of the time, it gets you killed in painful, nasty ways.

     If you’re a normal kid, reading this because you think it’s fiction, great.
Read on. I envy you for being able to believe that none of this ever happened. But if you recognize yourself in these pages—if you feel something stirring inside—stop reading immediately. You might be one of us. And once you know that, it’s only a matter of time before they sense it too, and they’ll come for you. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

My name is Syrus Prince. I'm a year rounder at Camp Half Blood. My mother is Hestia goddess of the hearth. I've been at camp half blood since I was 10. My mother seemingly only has one demigod child. Me. Born from the fire or something along those lines I don't feel the need to get into. I always knew there was something wrong with me, other kid struggle less than me but I knew it wasn't me being academically challenged. After getting expelled from a bunch of schools my dad kicked me out and Chiron found me. I've been at camp for almost 2 years now and I turn 12 at the end of August.

        Enough backstory flash to today where here I am sitting in the Infirmary and Grover rushes some blonde kid to a bed. Apperantly the kid fought through Minotaur go figure. I quickly work on getting him nectar and ambrosia and wait for him to wake up. He talks a lot in his sleep and even drool a little. Hours later he finally opens his eyes and I see my chance to get answers no one else will give. “What will happen at the
summer solstice?” I ask hopefully.

“What?” He croaks

I look around, afraid  someone would overhear. “What’s going on? What was stolen? We’ve only got a few weeks!”

“I’m sorry,” He mumbles “I don’t…”

Somebody knocked on the door, and I quickly shove a spoonful of pudding in his mouth not wanting to get caught. A couple hours later my shift is over and I go to my cabin and fall asleep. I'm awoken a couple hours later to Griver knocking on my door saying Chiron and Mr.D need me so I get dressed and walk over. I dont notice them walk up until I hear the blonde call "Mr.Brunner!" I look around confused. Who is Mr Brunner? 

“Ah, good, Percy,” Chiron says. “Now we have four for pinochle.” He offered the kid a chair to the right of Mr. D, who looked at him with bloodshot eyes and heaved a great 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.” He scoots a little farther away from him.

“Syrus” Mr. Brunner calls to me and I come forward for Mr. Chiron to introduce us. “This young lady
nursed you back to health, Percy. Syrus, my dear, why don’t you go check on Percy’s bunk? We’ll be putting him in cabin eleven for now.”

“Sure, Chiron.” I say absent-mindedly staring at the new kid. Percy, I think it's fitting.

He was probably my age, maybe a couple of inches shorter, kinda scrawny looking. With his pale skin and his curly blond hair. His eyes were the most catching part of him. They were startling blue, like a tsunami; pretty, but intimidating, too. I glance at the minotaur horn in his hands, then back at him.

Opening my mouth to say anything other than staring the first thing that slips out is“You drool when you sleep.”

Then in embarrassment I sprint off down the lawn. Running up to my cabin I stop to talk to Luke. He's been at camp since I have and normally I like the kid fine but after the quest he went on its like there's something wrong with him. It makes me uneasy and I try to not interact if I don't absolutely have to.