Percy Jackson and The Nameless Deity: Ensemble of Fools

My own Twisted Garden, laced with Power

Now that I had dad on my side, life would be much easier.

Not only does he know exactly when to claim me, rather than it just being really convenient timing, but he's also in the know about the whole, Nameless Deity thing.

It was a bit hard to explain it to him, considering that, you know, no one knows who the Nameless Deity is, but it seemed that so long as it wasn't a Titan, he was fine with it.

He even said that he might be able to talk with Hecate, who was the leading Historian of the gods apparently, and they might be able to unravel the mystery of who the Deity was.

I would greatly appreciate it.

No problem, Big man.

Dad said that he would be rallying his armies in case of any Titans return, most notably his father, and he would be trying to get Oceanus to at least remain neutral should the unthinkable happen.

Once the meet and greet between dad was over, I said my goodbyes and dad vanished. His touch still lingered on my skin, filling me with a sense of safety. I collected my shoes, slipped them back on and looked up at the stars.

I shook off the thoughts and turned towards camp. Grover approached me.

Perfect timing, dad. Thanks.

"This is where you are. Thought we lost you," the satyr cried.

"Sorry," I said. "It's all so much, I just wanted to...think. About all that," I gestured at the camp, "Mom."

Grover winced and squeezed my shoulder. "Sorry about her," he muttered. "It's almost time for lights out. You can't be found outside after that." He gently tugged at me to get me to move back towards the camp.

"Why?"

"The harpies."

Still not sure why literal human-eating harpies are used to ensure the curfew. It's a little extreme, isn't it? Aello, Celaeno, and Ocypete were a fixed part of camp, though and something would be missing if they were gone. I followed along, didn't feel like asking the questions I should be asking of why, what are those, when is the curfew, etc.

I felt tired. Emotionally drained and physically exhausted. Grover led me back to the Hermes cabin, where Luke greeted me.

"You good?"

"Miss my mom," I dismissed the guy and curled up on his tiny spot on the floor. I wouldn't miss this. Or all the noise at night. The Poseidon cabin was blissfully quiet, only filled with the gentle sound of distant waves crashing against the beach. It was calming and soothing.

Unless Annabeth had snuck in. Or Grover had snuck in at night.

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The general chaos of the Hermes cabin woke me early the next morning. I caught Travis trying to check my sleeping bag in order to nick the horn and gave only a secretive grin once the demigod noticed it wasn't here and he had been caught. The guy obviously took it as a challenge but I was always happy to start another prank war on them.

Camp had always known that you didn't try pranking the son of Poseidon and they would learn again.

In the next few days, I settled back into the camp. I got out of the Ancient Greek lessons with Annabeth by proving my fluency, to a surprised Chiron, but was unable to avoid testing the outdoor activities again.

My attempt at Archery ended not quite as badly as before, where the arrow had ended in Chiron's tail even though he had been behind me, but was still miles away from the target.