𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 ༄ 𝐩. 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧

𝟑. 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐩𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟

THEY SHOWED PERCY more of camp, including the metal shop, the arts and crafts room, and the climbing wall. The boy gaped at the wall.

"No way people are an actually able to climb that, right?"

"I climb it like once a day." Callie responded and Percy's eyes got even wider.

Finally they showed him the canoeing lake. The lake was Callie's favorite place at camp. Sure, she couldn't swim, but just watching the water was calming.

Annabeth and Callie turned to him. "We have training to do." Annabeth said flatly. "Dinner's at seven thirty. Just follow your cabin to the mess hall." Callie continued for her. Then they both turned to walk away.

"Guys, I'm really sorry about the toilets." Percy spoke, making the pair turn back around. "Whatever" Annabeth said. "It wasn't my fault!" Percy insisted.

It was at that moment when he saw their expressions that he realized it was his fault. Annabeth stood there looking at him skeptically while Callie laughed.

"You sure about that bathroom boy?" The brunette girl snickered, motioning to her clothes. They weren't soaked any more, now only damp. She then quickly lost interest in the conversation, looking back out onto the lake.

"You need to talk to the Oracle." Annabeth finally concluded. Percy's face twisted with confusion. "Who?"

The girl shook her head. "Not who, what. The oracle. I'll ask Chiron."

The raven haired boy joined Callie in looking at the body of water when he realized the water was looking back at him. Two teenage-looking girls sat cross legged twenty feet down, their brown hair floating loosely around their shoulders. They waved and giggled. Callie waved back, smiling. Percy followed suit but was stopped by Annabeth.

"Don't encourage them, naiads are terrible flirts."

Percy looked as if he was about the faint. "Naiads... that's it, I want to go home now."

The blonde girl sighed.

"Dont you get it Percy? You are home. This is the only safe place on earth for kids like us."

"You mean mentally disturbed kids?" Percy retorted, causing Callie to snort. "She means not human, airhead. Not fully human anyways. More like half-human." She said.

"Half human and half what?" Percy asked.

"I think you know." Annabeth answered.

He did know. He was afraid that if he admitted it, it would get too real.

Percy let out a breath. "God." He said, "Half-god." Callie pointed a finger at him and exclaimed, "Bingo!"

Annabeth rolled her eyes at her best friend once again. "Your father isn't dead, Percy. He's one of the Olympians." Even though Percy had already realized this his eyes widened. "That's... crazy." He spoke, looking down at the ground.

"Is it?" Callie asked him. Annabeth continued, "What's the most common thing gods did in the old stories? They ran around falling in love with humans and having kids with them. Do you think they've changed their habits in the last few millennia?"

The boy shook his head. "But those are-" he cut himself off before starting again, "But if all the kids here are half-gods-"

"The official terms are Demigods or Half Bloods." Callie said. He glared at her for interrupting him and then turned to Annabeth. "Then who's your dad?"

Callie watched as a dark look came over her friend's face and her hands tightened around the railing she held onto. Of course she knew the story.

"My dad is a professor at West Point." She said. "I have not seen him since I was very little. He teaches American history."