fire and water don't mix.
Camden Valdez has always known that. Percy Jackson just won't accept it.
Camden hates change. It started when she was little, and lost her twin brother. now she's forced to leave the only home she has to go on a quest with...
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"hey, castellan" I said, taking off my sweater as percy and luke walked towards me.
it wasn't unusual to see luke and I together in the forges. when a new, unclaimed camper arrives, we had a procedure. luke always took them around the different training stations to see what they were good at.
westly was supposed to be the one showing them around, but she insisted luke and I be friends, so whenever there is a new camper she conveniently gets sick.
"hey," he greeted me. "valdez, this is percy jackson. percy, this is camden valdez, daughter of hephaestus."
"god of fire." the newer boy said, his blue eyes looking into mine.
"and forges," I replied, shifting under his gaze "that's what we are here for."
luke handed percy his googles. I don't think I ever realized how much they make us look like minions until I saw him wearing them.
"okay," I said, strapping my googles on to my face "it's fairly simple, we're making a sword. so, just start by hitting it here. like this.."
the room erupted in the sound of metal hitting metal.
"now, you try." I handed him the tools, and leaned on the pillar behind him.
he hit in once,
and twice,
then, the end of the sword flew off, almost hit my brother in the face, and started a fire.
"shit!" I exclaimed, grabbing the fire extinguisher we always had in the forges.
I lifted up the fabric, now covered in ash, revealing one of my favorite sweater.
"fuck! It's ruined."
normally I wouldn't care, but he had totally fucked up. I stood there, looking into his eyes, waiting for him to speak. he didn't.
"are you going to say sorry?" i said, tears building in my eyes.
he didn't answer.
"imbecile." I mumbled under my breath, digging through my pockets, as percy and luke quickly walked past me, avoiding eye contact
I pulled the piece of parchment from my pocket, which had now been mostly reduced to ashes. Instead of the beautiful cursive letters written on the back of the drawing I've cherished for years, I was holding in my hand one small shred of the paper, with its words not longueur readable underneath the burnt edges. I felt my eyes fill up with tears, as charlie came over to me, and wrapped his arms around me.
percy Jackson is clearly not a son of hephaestus. I'm glad about that, because if I try hard enough, I might be able of avoid the kid until the end of the summer.
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There is a spot in the forest behind our cabins where a tree fell down. last year, when I was having trouble controlling my emotions, Hestia told me to find somewhere calm. Although camp is home, it's filled with so much chaos. When I get overwhelmed, or start to find it hard to stop the fire, I come here to read or process my thoughts.
Today was different.
I was sitting there, practicing my control over my powers. This is where I come to get out all my frustration, so that I don't take it out on people. I have a notebook, 300 pages bound in red leather. Inside, I write all my thoughts and feelings. I try to get everything out, and focus without any fire. Hestia says I bottle up my emotions, and then, they all come out at the same time, ending in an explosion.
Today I didn't get the privilege of that.
Dear Diary, I HATE PERSEUS JACKSON. perseus jackson is like a piece of gum stuck to the bottom of your shoe who is super annoying, you can't get rid of, and set your prized possession on fire. the worst part is, for some reason, no one else can see this. Annabeth thinks he is this super powerful, and westly and lilian seem to think I should make friends with him. clarisse is the only one thinking logically.
in the middle of writing, I saw someone walking through the woods, back towards the cabins. Instead of following my better judgement, i decided to follow them.
I quickly recognized the boy I was trailing. It was perseus, and his stupid blond hair.
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so here I am, In the girls bathroom standing next to clarisse la rue, as her siblings pushed the boys head in the toilet. sure, I do feel a bit bad for the kid, but I don't really care.
"every new kid shows up here and they think they're special. Do you think you're special?" The daughter of Ares asked.
"no." perseus responded, with a grunt.
"tell me you made it all up about the minotaur, and I'll let you go." clarisse continued.
"I didn't make anything up."
clarisse looked towards me, almost as to ask my opinion. and my opinion was simple.
"Some kids gotta learn the hard way."
that's when I got drenched in toilet water.
when me and clarisse got knocked onto the floor, I had to force my hands to stop heating up.
I quickly got up and stormed out, slightly pushing prissy on my way out.
