Fearless¹ Percy Jackson

- 𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖞 𝖙𝖜𝖔

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The sun was setting behind the dining pavilion as the campers came up from their cabins.

Annabeth's cabin went first, she was still a bit shaken up but she promised to talk to Percy and Lyric, then Aphrodite cabin with Silena and Lyric leading Percy hadn't noticed it before but on her neck which was covered up a bit by a necklace, was what seemed to be an owl tattoo with a scepter crossing through it.

Which of course was never there before.

Probably because of Annabeth, Percy thought.

Next came Clarisse, leading the Ares cabin. She had one arm in a sling and a nasty-looking gash on her cheek, but otherwise her encounter with the bronze bulls didn't seem to have fazed her.

Someone had taped a piece of paper to her back that said, YOU MOO, GIRL! But nobody in her cabin was bothering to tell her about it.

After the Ares kids came the Hephaestus cabin-six guys led by Charles Beckendorf, a big fifteen year-old African American kid. He had hands the size of catchers' mitts and a face that was hard and squinty from looking into a blacksmiths forge all day. He was nice enough once you got to know him.

The other cabins filed in: Demeter, Apollo, Dionysus. And Lyric's new 'friend' was nowhere to be seen.

Naiads came up from the canoe lake. Dryads melted out of the trees. From the meadow came a dozen satyrs, who reminded Percy painfully of Grover.

As soon as the last campers had filed in, Percy led Tyson into the middle of the pavilion.

Conversations faltered. Heads turned. "Who invited that?" somebody at the Apollo table murmured.

Percy glared in their direction, but I couldn't figure out who'd spoken.

From the head table a familiar voice drawled, "Well, well, if it isn't Peter Johnson. My millennium is complete."

He gritted my teeth. "Percy Jackson ... sir."

Mr. D sipped his Diet Coke. "Yes. Well, as you young people say these days: Whatever."

He was wearing his usual leopard-pattern Hawaiian shirt, walking shorts, and tennis shoes with black socks. With his pudgy belly and his blotchy red face, he looked like a Las Vegas tourist who'd stayed up too late in the casinos.

 Behind him, a nervous-looking satyr was peeling the skins off grapes and handing them to Mr. D one at a time.

Next to him, where Chiron usually sat (or stood, in centaur form), was someone Percy had never seen before-a pale, horribly thin man in a threadbare orange prisoner's jumpsuit. The number over his pocket read 0001.

"This boy," Dionysus told him, "you need to watch. Poseidon's child, you know."

"Ah!" the prisoner said. "That one."

His tone made it obvious that he and Dionysus had already discussed Percy at length.

"I am Tantalus," the prisoner said, smiling coldly. "On special assignment here until, well, until my Lord Dionysus decides otherwise. And you, Perseus Jackson, I do expect you to refrain from causing any more trouble."

"You should be in the underworld" Lyric snarled suddenly appearing near the man making him cower in fear as she smirked.

"Don't forget. One word to lord hades and you're finished" she whispered in his ear and stole his burger and took a bite in front of him tauntingly then returned to the Aphrodite cabin sharing a high five with Silena.