"The two half-bloods of the sun and the eldest gods,
shall reach sixteen against all odds
and see the world in endless sleep
the hero's soul cursed blade shall reap
a single choice shall end their days
Olympus to preserve or raze..."
Come along on t...
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Word of the bathroom incident had spread almost immediately. Wherever Percy and (Y/n) went, campers would point at Percy and murmur about toilet water.
Maybe it was because Andrew was still soaked from the incident.
He showed them a few more places: the metal shop, the arts-and-crafts room, and the climbing wall, which to both Percy and (Y/n)'s surprise, consisted of two facing walls that shook violently, dropped boulders, sprayed lava, and clashed together if you weren't fast enough.
They finally circled back to the canoeing lake, where the trail led back to the cabins.
"I've got training to do," Andrew said flatly, "dinner's at seven-thirty, just follow your cabins to the mess hall."
"Andrew, I'm sorry about the toilets."
"Whatever."
"It wasn't my fault," Percy tried to defend himself. He looked at Percy skeptically, which Percy must've realized it was his fault.
He had somehow caused water to explode out of the bathroom fixtures, he didn't understand how, but the toilets had responded to him.
(Y/n) decided she could rightfully say he was the lord of the toilets. "You need to talk to the Oracle," Andrew said.
"Who?"
"Not who. What. The Oracle. I'll ask Chiron."
(Y/n) noticed that Percy was no longer looking at Andrew but two teenage girls who were sitting a ways away. "Don't encourage them," Andrew said to Percy, "naiads are terrible flirts.
"Naiads," (Y/n) repeated, feeling overwhelmed, "that's it, I want to go home now."
Andrew frowned, "don't you get it, (Y/n)? You are home, this is the only safe place on earth for kids like us," he said softly.
