EVARA // wtm (DISCONTINUED)

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ᴍʏ ᴅɪɴɴᴇʀ ɢᴏᴇꜱ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ꜱᴍᴏᴋᴇ (ᴘᴛ.1)

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Word of the bathroom incident spread immediately. Wherever I went, campers pointed at me and murmured something about toilet water. Or maybe they were just staring at Annabeth, who was still pretty much dripping wet.

"That's disgusting"

She showed me a few more places: the metal shop (where kids were forging their own swords), the arts-and-crafts room (where satyrs were sandblasting a giant marble statue of a goat-man), and the climbing wall, which actually consisted of two facing walls that shook violently, dropped boulders, sprayed lava, and clashed together if you didn't get to the top fast enough. Finally we returned to the canoeing lake, where the trail led back to the cabins.

"I've got training to do," Annabeth said flatly. "Dinner's at seven-thirty. Just follow your cabin to the mess hall."

"Annabeth, I'm sorry about the toilets."

"Whatever."

"It wasn't my fault."

She looked at me skeptically, and I realized it was my fault. I'd made water shoot out of the bathroom fixtures. I didn't understand how. But the toilets had responded to me. I had become one with the plumbing.

Astrea and Apollo laughed from their position on the couch at the last line, unaware of the soft gaze they were getting from a particular someone across the toom.

"'One with the plumbing'... hilarious little brother"

"You need to talk to the Oracle," Annabeth said.

"Who?"

"Not who. What. The Oracle. I'll ask Chiron."

"He was too young Annabeth" 

I stared into the lake, wishing somebody would give me a straight answer for once. I wasn't expecting anybody to be looking back at me from the bottom, so my heart skipped a beat when I noticed two teenage girls sitting cross-legged at the base of the pier, about twenty feet below.

They wore blue jeans and shimmering green T-shirts, and their brown hair floated loose around their shoulders as minnows darted in and out. They smiled and waved as if I were a long-lost friend.

"They recognised a child of the sea. They did the same to me when i came to camp. But then again that could also be because they knew about me... Their names are Pearl and Cari by the way." Astrea said in response to Percy's last thought.

"You've talked to them?"

"Of course i have. I've talked with everyone at camp."

I didn't know what else to do. I waved back.

"Don't encourage them," Annabeth warned. "Naiads are terrible flirts."

"They weren't flirting Annie" Thalia rolled her eyes slightly with a smile.

"Naiads," I repeated, feeling completely overwhelmed. "That's it. I want to go home now."

Annabeth frowned. "Don't you get it, Percy? You are home. This is the only safe place on earth for kids like us."

"You can have multiple homes" Sirius replied after hearing her on the screen

"You mean, mentally disturbed kids?"