𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍° ! percy jackson

𝐢.𝐯𝐢 - 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐧? (𝐩)

The next morning, Chiron moved Percy into cabin three.

He didn't have to share with anybody. He had plenty of room for all his stuff, which wasn't a lot: the Minotaur's horn, one set of spare clothes, and a toiletry bag. He got to sit at his own dinner table, pick all his own activities, call "lights out" whenever he felt like it, and not listen to anyone else. He was his own head counselor.

And he was absolutely miserable.

Just as he had started to feel accepted, to feel like he had a home in cabin eleven, and he might be a normal kid—or as normal as you can be when you're a half blood—he'd been separated out as if he had some rare disease.

Nobody mentioned the hellhound, but he got the feeling they were all talking about it behind his back. The attack had scared everybody. It sent two messages: one, that he was the son of the Sea God (yay!); and two, monsters would stop at nothing to kill him.

They would even invade a camp that had always been considered safe.

The other campers steered clear of him as much as possible.

Well, not everyone.

Everyone except Aurora.

He was so lonely to the point where he even considered inviting the only person who seemed to want to talk to him over, which was the daughter of Persephone herself.

It was funny, because before he was claimed, Aurora hated him. (Valid, because she had a good reason to). But, strangely, it was like they connected on a deeper level due to them being the only child of their godly parents at camp.

She still acted annoyed at him, probably because he was annoying, and said things like he was stupid and insufferable, but Percy still liked hanging out with her. 

(It wasn't really hanging out, because she was forced to spend time with him, but Percy didn't need a reminder of that).

Aurora always wanted her own cabin, to not feel like an imposter in a group of siblings.

"In a way, you're lucky." She said as she offered him a hand. He was on the ground for the third time that day.

Because Luke was still in charge of teaching everyone else at the camp how to sword fight, Aurora became his personal trainer.

"I mean," Aurora talked through her demonstration of the viper-beheading strike. She moved with such grace and precision, it was like she was born to fight. "Yeah, you're basically alienated from everyone like you have the plague. That's why I don't tell anyone who my mom really is. I mean, even you were like, all annoying about it. But your dad is Poseidon, Percy."

Percy rolled his eyes, mocking her with noncoherent sounds. He attempted the move Aurora had done, but instead knocked over a vase of water lilies Aurora had conjured. "Oops," he muttered as they both winced at the sound of shattered glass.

Aurora paused, her hand latching onto Percy's wrist, the one without Riptide, so he would meet her eyes. The weird thing was, he was never able to keep a steady gaze with her, because every time sea green met warm honey, his stomach would feel weird and his entire body would light up in flames.

"Just think about that, alright, Shark Boy?" She smiled her Aurora smile, and he felt his heart flutter in a strange way. It was more sardonic than usual, but he took it. "You're basically Ariel. My little Disney prince."

At that, Percy had to crack a smile. Aurora was the only one who could bring him out of his ditch of depression, ever since he was claimed.

They both jumped at a clopping sound at the door, Grover peeking into the cabin with a worried expression on his face. His furry eyebrows raised immediately to see Aurora's grip on Percy's hand and their matching grins, but it quickly melted into his previous concern.