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II

-ONE-EYED FREAK-

     It was an odd thing, really; to see people the same age as you in Camp Halfblood that wasn't a demigod or nymph. It was the norm — being around those just like you. But as Percy eyed the sight in front of him, he realized things were, yet again, far from normal. 

      Chiron's private chat was more than just a chat. A surprise awaited Percy, and the son of Poseidon would come to learn that he wasn't his fathers only child.

      Guesses flew out in the open as he followed behind the centaur. "Another halfblood child?" Percy asked. 

     But the look on Chiron's face said otherwise. Halfblood implied the other son was half human. Tyson was, in fact, not human. With a single eye in the middle of his forehead and matted hair, he was far from it. 

     "You see, Tyson is a cyclopes," Chiron points out the obvious. "A baby cyclopes-" 

      "I prefer young, actually-" 

      Percy cuts Tyson off, "I'm not understanding."

     The office door swings open, a set of hooves slamming against the wooden boards. The boys chest heaves as he tries to catch his breath. 

     "Grover," Chiron clears his throat. "Where exactly have you been?" 

     The satyr straightens, swallows hard. "Uh... You know, just tending to the pegasai."

     The others collectively cock their brows, a knowing smirk spreading on Percy's lips when he catches a glimpse of the red lipstick on Grover's neck.

     "The pegasai?" he tilts his head. 

     Grover nods, bouncing on his hooves. "Yep." 

     If the look on Chiron's face wasn't enough, his sigh of disappointment was the cherry on tip. "Grover, this is Tyson. Percy's brother." 

     "Hey, man. I'm Grover, Percy's best friend," he strains a smile. 

     A bitter taste settles on his tongue. Poseidon has another son, and that son just so happens to be the same monstrous species that... That... His fingers wiggle at his side as he tries to stretch out the overwhelming feeling. His secret rendezvous might not get him through the day after all.

── 𖤓 ──

     When lunch rolls around, the Poseidon table is utterly quiet. Well, besides the noise from Tyson and Grover's obnoxious chewing. From her seat opposite Percy, Annabeth shoots her boyfriend a look. Percy shrugs in response, and the blonde girl rolls her eyes before pushing her plate away.

     Percy had already given Tyson most of the Camp Halfblood warm welcome, including that of their offering to the Gods. 

     "Why do we burn it again?" Tyson had asked. 

      Percy shoved a small portion into the fire. "They like the smell. Give an offering and they'll listen. That's what people say, at least."

     Tyson hummed. "Have you ever gotten a  response?"