The Journey of Hardship

Talks of a Quest

The next morning, Percy was moved to another cabin, cabin three I think. I didn't know the guy for that long but it was kinda a letdown. The only person in here I knew around my age in this cabin was being moved out because his father claimed him.

The Son of the God of the Sea, Poseidon himself.

I was told about the whole incident by Luke on how Percy got attacked by a hellhound, someone summoned it into camp. I don't know what a hellhound looked like but if it had done all the things Luke told me I was terrified and now very happy that Percy was the son of the sea.

The scratch I got from capture the flag was covered now, Chiron took a look at it after the whole claiming session and told me if I kept it covered I should be fine. People around the cabin started to call me Luke Jr or Luke 2 as a joke since my scratch was on the same side of his scar.

My cabin mates started to stay clear of Percy and I understood why, he was a child of the big three. I would be nervous too, what am I kidding I was. He took down a group of Ares kids on his own. It was nerve-racking to hear that and he was the son of Poseidon to boot, anyone would be on edge around him, but it didn't stop us from hanging out.

We both trained with Luke when he gave his private lessons. With me still being new at this sword-fighting thing I thought he would take it easy on me but I was wrong.

We took turns on who faced him with a good old game of rock, paper, scissors. I lost of course. It wasn't really my game. People keep saying that I'm predictable when I play.
It wasn't even a minute before I was covered in sweat and bruises.

"Come on, we still need to get 30 more repetitions of viper-beheading strike before dinner." Luke joked

I know what he was doing. He was testing me. He was told about my burst of strength during capture the flag and was seeing if I could do it again but the feeling never came.
Annabeth still taught me Greek at the same time in the morning with Percy, but she seemed distracted every time we said something and we would get scolded, like we stole her lunch money or something.

After the lesson, she walked away muttering to herself: "Quest...Poseidon?...Dirty rotten...Got to make a plan..."

Apparently, my showing of my strength wasn't just told in my cabin. Most of the camp knew about it. At first, they didn't believe it, but I don't blame them. A kid my size kicking a guy that was twice mine going that distance was impossible, but the more people talked about it and the more they vowed it was true, it became a topic around camp next to Percy being a child of the big three.

"Who do you think his God parent is?" Spoke a camper.

"No clue." One replied, "But it surely isn't Hermes....Ares maybe?"

"That might be it but he doesn't look like one."

"True, true. Oh what about Heracles"
Hearing that made me laugh, I didn't know much about Heracles but me being his son, yeah not likely.
I heard these conversations all around camp. Anytime at breakfast, I could hear bits and pieces of conversations about my God parent and every time I looked to see who was talking everyone went quiet. It also happens when we have our sword training sessions. Hermes' kids wanted to see if I could show the strength again but only to back off, Luke is the only one who wants to spar with me. Swing and slashed our swords but to no result. It was kinda irritating. I was being pushed to see if I had this super strength only for me to get whacked on the head. It was unnerving. Sleep didn't make it better oh no of course it didn't.

I was holding onto a raft during a storm with the wind howling, and the waves crashing into me. I strengthen my grip, hoping the raft stays together. Then the feel of wet concrete smashing against me. No, I was sinking below. Then in a flash, I was in the sky. The wind hit me, twirling me around like a top. The sounds of thunder roared in my ears making them buzz but like my dream before there was only thunder no lightning. I tried to stop myself from spinning, straightening my body, flailing my arms. Still, I spun, I could only hope it was over. Then it all stopped when I collided with the ground.