𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐊𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄, 𝗅𝗎𝗄𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗇

𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗒

003. 𝗆𝖾 & 𝗅𝗎𝗄𝖾, 𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝖾

CABIN ELEVEN WAS USUALLY OVERCROWDED, it probably didn't help that I was in there taking up space too. Luke was sitting beside me on his bed, body turned in the direction of his siblings, gods know what they were talking about.

Brielle, one of the unclaimed kids, was sat on the other side of me. We were talking about this spell she found in an old grimoire her father gave her from a library in Morocco.

She was good company, great conversation.

      It went quiet for a moment, everyone stood up, then bowed as Chiron approached the cabin doors. He had a young boy in tow. Curly blonde hair, eyes sea-green that were a little too memorable. I almost cringed when I was done inspecting the boy.

   It was like knowing someone you've never met. Remembering something you've never seen before.

        My first reaction was to start tapping at my thigh. One, two. In hopes of refraining from making a scene in front of everybody.

Okay. I'm still a little touchy about my father, and that boy in the doorway, looks far too much like him for my liking.

   "Achelois, will you be accompanying me to the archery range?' Chiron inquired.

         The tapping halted. "No, sir."

   He nodded before galloping away, leaving a clearly confused boy with us.

  "Annabeth?" I questioned, looking at the boy.

      "Well?" She prompted, giving him a tiny push towards the cabin. "Go on."

     The boy tripped through the doors, earning a snicker or two, maybe a bit more than that, from the other kids, but no one said anything.

  "Percy Jackson, meet cabin eleven and Muse." Annabeth announced.

      I waved, my other hand wrapping around Luke's in search of comfort.

    "Regular or undetermined?" Someone asked.

        From the look on his face, it's safe to say Percy had no clue, Annabeth answered for him, "undetermined."

   Some of the kids groaned.

     Luke stepped forward, "now, now, campers. That's what we're here for. Welcome, Percy. You can have that spot on the floor, right over there." He smiled.

       That pretty smile that made my heart swell, the kindness of his words as he allocated an empty space on the floor to the new boy.

   I felt bad. Poor kid had to sleep on the floor. I felt bad for all of them. The unclaimed kids forced to be shoulder to shoulder with each other, the Hermes kids sharing their beds.

     I wonder if the gods had ever thought of closing their legs? Probably not. A glance around the room gave a more definite answer. Obviously not.

Something told me Percy wouldn't be there for long though.

        "Muse," Annabeth properly introduced, "Luke. He's your counselor for now."

     "For now?" Percy asked.

   "You're undetermined." Luke explained patiently. "They don't know what cabin to put you in, so you're here. Cabin eleven takes all newcomers, all visitors. Naturally, we would. Hermes, our patron, is the god of travellers."