Percy Jackson: Love Is Blind

Chapter 1

The sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon, casting a warm, golden light across Camp Half-Blood. Ethan Dupont, a young demigod with an air of elegance and charm about him, he was always one of the first few campers up. Today, however, was different. A boy had killed the minotaur last night, and everyone was abuzz with excitement. Well everyone but Clarisse but she always had her nose in the air. Ethan made his way to the dining pavilion, his sandaled feet kicking up dust as he went.

Ethan found his usual spot at the Aphrodite table, where he was greeted by the familiar faces of his cabin-mates: he saw Silena Beauregard the head councilor of the Aphrodite cabin, she always had a kind word for him, even when he messed up. Next to her was Mitchell Hawt, he was only a few years older than Ethan. He and Ethan had become close friends since he was claimed by Aphrodite. Mainly because there were only a few sons of Aphrodite and many daughters, and they both knew what it was like to be outnumbered.

Ethan sat down and looked over his shoulder seeing Annabeth Chase, she was busy eating her breakfast, while holding a book open in front of her. Now, Annabeth was a smart girl, and he respected that, but she was also a bit of a know-it-all. He couldn't help but roll his eyes whenever she tried to correct him. But then again, she had been a camp far longer than he had, and she had survived being out in the world since she was seven.

Suddenly Ethan felt a slight jab at his ribs, and he frowned looking at Silena. "Ow, what was that for?" he asked, annoyed.

"Just reminding you that you are on duty for the infirmary this week." Silena smiled at him.

"Okay, but did you have to elbow me?" Ethan asked, frowning as he rubs his side. "That hurt."

Silena laughed, a musical sound that seemed to fill the dining pavilion. "I'm sorry, but you know the rules, and you're not the only one on duty this week, you know. There are others who would love to have a break from it."

"Fine." Ethan grumbled, but he knew Silena was right. He'd been lucky enough to have a week off last week. He stood up and gathered his tray, making his way over to the trash can to dispose of his dishes. As he did so, he noticed Annabeth looking at him from across the dining pavilion. She smiled at him, giving him a little wave before returning to her breakfast. Ethan smiled back before heading over to the big house. 'Guess I'll just talk to her later.' Ethan thought to himself as he walked up the steps.

Once inside, he found the infirmary. It was a cozy room, with beds lining the walls and a large fireplace in the corner. There were books and scrolls scattered about, and the smell of herbs filled the air. Ethan sighed seeing the Stoll brother's Travis and Conner were yet again in the infirmary. Most likely from doing something stupid, or dangerous, or both. You never really know from the Stoll brother's.

"Hey Ethan," Travis said, sitting up in bed. "You hear about the minotaur?"

"I did, pretty cool huh?" Ethan says walking over to Travis' bed. "Now, what did you two do this time?"

"Oh, you know," Conner shrugs, "just another day at Camp Half-Blood. Trying to stay alive, not get eaten by a monsters, blah, blah, blah."

"I was talking about your arm, Travis." Ethan says, pointing at the sling Travis was wearing. "You're lucky it's just a sprain."

"Oh, that." Travis said, looking down at his arm. "Well, you know, we were just... um... okay, so we were setting up a prank on the Aphrodite cabin, and I slipped off the roof and landed on my arm wrong. It hurt like hell, but it's nothing a little R&R can't fix." He grinned.

Ethan then turned to Conner. "And you're here because..."

"He fell on me," Conner explained, gesturing to his leg that was in a cast.