𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀, percy jackson!

𝐈𝐈𝐈. jackson turns into a comedian!

──★ Chapter three

The news of the bathroom incident rapidly spread among the campers.

Whispers and pointed fingers followed Percy wherever he went, a constant murmur that seemed to ripple through the air. Adira noticed that Annabeth was still soaking wet, her hair now a tangled, curly mess. Perhaps the stares were directed at them because of Annabeth, but Adira seriously doubted that.

The girls showed him a few more places, and were now facing the climbing wall. It consisted of two facing walls that shook violently, dropped boulders, sprayed lava and they clashed together if you weren't fast enough. Percy was terrified.

They then returned to the canoeing lake, where the trail led back to the cabins.

"I've got training to do," Annabeth said flatly. "Dinner's at seven-thirty. Just follow Adira and your cabin to the mess hall."

Adira noticed the expression on Percy's face. He looked guilty.

"Annabeth, I'm sorry about the toilets."

"Whatever." was all she said before turning on her heel and walking towards the arena.

Now, it was only Adira and Percy.

She was about to leave too, but Percy grabbed her wrist and urged, "Wait."

Adira sucked in a breath, before looking at him, asking rather sharply, "What?"

"It wasn't my fault."

She bit her lip and said, "Look, I didn't see what happened, so I can't agree or disagree with you. But maybe you should talk to the Oracle."

"Who?"

"Not who. What. The Oracle. I'll ask Chiron." she stated and noticed how his attention seemed to be drifting off.

Percy stared into the lake, and Adira shifted her gaze, catching sight of two Naiads grinning and waving up at him.

She rolled her eyes when she saw Percy wave back at them, slightly smiling.

She slapped his hand down, "Don't encourage them, Naiads are terrible flirts." she warned, she didn't have anything against Naiads but that wasn't a lie either.

Percy appeared as if he had reached his breaking point. "Naiads," he echoed, his tone a mix of disbelief and overwhelming exhaustion. "That's it. I want to go home now."

Adira grasped the complexity of the situation; it was undoubtedly too much for Percy. Yet, she believed it crucial for him to realize that this was the safest and most suitable option for him.

"Don't you get it, Jackson? This is your home now. It's the only place on earth for kids like us, where we are protected."

"You mean, mentally disturbed kids?"

Now he was getting sassy with her?

She fought the urge to roll her eyes once more and snapped, "I mean not human. Not totally human, at least. Half-human."

"Half-human and half-what?"

"Gods, you are unbelievably slow. I'm letting you think about this for a second, maybe you'll find out yourself." she remarked with a sarcastic smile on her face.

"God, Half-god" he stared at her. Adira felt like applauding but instead she just nodded and added, "Your father isn't dead, Jackson. He's probably one of the Olympians."

There weren't many minor gods who had children, so she just assumed his godly parent was an Olympian. Maybe even one of the big three.

"That's...crazy. Are you messing with me right now?" Percy's voice wavered with disbelief, his brows furrowed in confusion.