The Son of Death (Percy Jackson x Male Reader)

The Ares Kids Learn To Rhyme

I walked into the breakfast pavilion, having just woken up after I crashed on the beach.  I looked around at all the other cabins.  In some ways, the camp hadn't changed.  But you couldn't see the war by looking at the buildings or the fields.  You could see it in the faces of the Demigods and satyrs and naiads coming up the hill.  There weren't as many at camp as four summers ago.  Some had left and never come back.  Some had died fighting.  Others... others had gone over to the enemy.  The ones who were still here were battle hardened and weary.  There was little laughter at camp these days.  Even the Hermes cabin didn't play so many pranks.  It's hard to enjoy practical jokes when your whole life feels like one.  Chiron trotted over from the head table, smiling at me.

Chiron: Ah, YN, I'm glad you're awake.

Sarah: BABY!

Sarah ran up right behind him, and I'll admit my heart did a little relay race in my chest when I saw her.  It's not that she tried to look good.  We'd been doing so many combat missions lately, she hardly brushed her blond hair anymore, and she didn't care what clothes she was wearing.  Usually the same old orange camp t-shirt and jeans, with the red leather jacket I'd gotten her when we started dating.  Once in a while she'd be wearing her bronze armor.  Her eyes were deep blue.  She was beautiful, gorgeous, and just seeing her made me feel fuzzy in the head.  She sat next to me and hugged me tightly, a worried look on her face.  I kissed her on the head, rubbing her back to calm her down.  Out of the corner of my eye I saw Silena Beauregard.  Her hair wasn't combed and she wasn't even wearing makeup, which wasn't like her.  Clarisse and Chris by her side just outside the Big house with what i can only assume was Hot chocolate.  Strangest friendships ever.  A daughter of the war god and a daughter of the love goddess.  But ever since Silena had given Clarisse advice last summer about her first boyfriend, Clarisse had decided she was Silena's personal bodyguard.  Silena looked like she had been crying.

YN: Is Charles alright?

Chiron: He took quite a few hits, but he will recover.  However, he is in a comatose state right now.

I sighed.  At least he was alive.

YN: And Percy?

Chiron: He returned a few hours ago.

Sarah told me what had happened since I got back.  Typhon, the monster that had been imprisoned under Mount Saint Helens until Percy had blown it up, was making his way across the states.  The gods are fighting him as we speak, but Olympus has been left practically undefended.  Little battles were raging everywhere. Camp recruitment was down to zero.  Satyrs were having trouble finding new Demigods and bringing them to Half-Blood Hill because so many monsters were roaming the country.  Our friend Thalia, who led the Hunters of Artemis, hadn't been heard from in months, and if Artemis knew what had happened to them, she wasn't sharing information.  As we walked back to my cabin, a fight broke out between the Ares and Apollo cabins.  Some Apollo campers armed with firebombs flew over the Ares cabin in a chariot pulled by two pegasi.  I'd never seen the chariot before, but it looked like a pretty sweet ride.  Soon, the roof of the Ares cabin was burning, and naiads from the canoe lake rushed over to blow water on it.  Then the Ares campers called down a curse, and all the Apollo kids' arrows turned to rubber.  The Apollo kids kept shooting at the Ares kids, but the arrows bounced off.  Two archers ran by, chased by an angry Ares kid who was yelling in poetry.

Ares Kid : Curse me, eh?  I'll make you pay!

I sighed.  The last time Apollo cursed a cabin, it took a week for the rhyming couplets to wear off.  I shuddered.  Apollo was god of poetry as well as archery, and I'd heard him recite in person.  Even though his voice was like honey, I'd still rather get shot than do it myself.