Fated To Fall: PJO

Not always blood

The next morning, Chiron moved Percy to cabin three.

Percy told Theo how he didn't have to share with anybody. He had plenty of room for all my stuff: 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 anybody else.

He also mentioned how he was absolutely miserable.

Just when he'd started to feel accepted, to feel he had a home in cabin eleven with Theo and 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.

They never talked about the hellhound, but Percy 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; and two, monsters would
stop at nothing to kill him.

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

The other campers steered clear of him as much as possible. All of them except for Theo of course.

Cabin eleven was too nervous to have sword class with him after what he'd done to the Ares folks in the woods, so his lessons with Luke became one-on-one.

He pushed him harder than ever, and wasn't afraid to bruise him up in the process.

"You're going to need all the training you can get," he promised, as they were working with swords and flaming torches. "Now let's try that viper-beheading strike again. Fifty more repetitions."

Annabeth still taught him Greek in the mornings, but she seemed distracted. Every time he said something, she scowled at him, as if he'd just poked her between the eyes.

After lessons, she would walk away muttering to herself: "Quest...
Poseidon?...Dirty rotten...Got to make a plan..."

Even Clarisse kept her distance, though her venomous looks made it clear she wanted to kill me for breaking her magic spear.

Percy wished she would just yell or punch him or something. He'd rather get into fights every day than be ignored.

He knew somebody at camp resented me, because one night he came into his
cabin and found a mortal newspaper dropped inside the doorway, a copy of the New York Daily News, opened to the Metro page. The article took him almost an hour to read, because the angrier he got, the more the words floated around on the page.

BOY AND MOTHER STILL MISSING AFTER FREAK CAR
ACCIDENT

BY EILEEN SMYTHE

Sally Jackson and son Percy are still missing one week after
their mysterious disappearance. The family's badly burned '78
Camaro was discovered last Saturday on a north Long Island road
with the roof ripped off and the front axle broken. The car had
flipped and skidded for several hundred feet before exploding.
Mother and son had gone for a weekend vacation to Montauk,
but left hastily, under mysterious circumstances. Small traces of
blood were found in the car and near the scene of the wreck, but
there were no other signs of the missing Jacksons. Residents in the
rural area reported seeing nothing unusual around the time of the
accident.
Ms. Jackson's husband, Gabe Ugliano, claims that his stepson,
Percy Jackson, is a troubled child who has been kicked out of
numerous boarding schools and has expressed violent tendencies in
the past.
Police would not say whether son Percy is a suspect in his
mother's disappearance, but they have not ruled out foul play.
Below are recent pictures of Sally Jackson and Percy. Police urge
anyone with information to call the following toll-free crime-
stoppers hotline.