daughter of the mist

guess he's a "halfblood" now

that night, tyson moved into the poseidon cabin, which was kinda a relief since I didn't want him to be in the Hermes cabin.

for the next few days, percy's entire popularity decreased. he wasn't the guy who helped get Zeus's master bolt back last summer. he was the guy with a one-eyed monster for a brother.

one morning i saw percy and annabeth sitting by the canoe lake, sketching chariot designs. Mostly Annabeth. I didn't know if Percy had any artistic skills, but probably not.

The Hermes cabin had sent me on a "quest" to spy on other campers and their chariot designs. With my power over the Mist, I was the perfect candidate for this.

I shifted the Mist to an image of the canoe lake, with no one there. I slowly stepped towards them and looked over Annabeth's shoulder.

My stomach dropped. The Hermes cabin wouldn't be able to beat this. And I thought we had a chance. Guess we had to do the chores.

"Just ignore them Percy. It isn't your fault you have a monster for a brother," muttered Annabeth suddenly.

I jumped back. Gods, Annabeth, did you have to be so sudden?

"He's not my brother! And he's not a monster either!" snapped Percy.

No, I was not going to listen to this. Secret conversations about private dilemmas....I was above listening to this.

Yeah, probably not. I sneaked back over there, concentrating on what my ears could hear.

"Well, you gave him permission to enter the camp," Percy was saying.

"Because it was the only way to save your life! I mean...I'm sorry, Percy. I didn't expect Poseidon to claim him." she apologized.

"Cyclopes are the most deceitful, treacherous—" I found myself nodding at every word.

"He is not! What have you got against Cyclopes anyway?"  What? Annabeth didn't tell him?

"Just forget it," said Annabeth, her ears pink. "Now, the axle for this chariot—"

Percy interrupted her. "You're treating him like he's this horrible thing. He saved my life."

Annabeth threw down her pencil and stood up. "Then maybe you should design a chariot with him."

"Maybe I should!" said Percy, hands shaking angrily.

"Fine!"
"Fine!"

I stood there, stunned. The last two people I expected to get in a fight with Percy was Annabeth.

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In the next couple of days, I tried brainstorming with the Hermes cabin. They had lots of dirty tricks planned up but several of them seemed like they could actually get people killed, so I (tried to) talk them out of it.

"Maybe you should try spiked wheels instead of greek fire cannons?" I suggested.

"You're not the one designing this chariot," said Connor stubbornly.

"Where would you even find greek fire? You're not smart enough and you don't have the materials to make it, and I doubt Chiron would give you some." I ignored him.

"Go away, Isabella. We can do this ourselves."

"Fine, whatever," I grumbled as I stomped away to the sword arena. That's where I could think.

I saw Percy thrashing the Apollo kids. Easily. I had thought Annabeth had exaggerated his sword-fighting skills but...wow. He was nearly as good as Luke.