"Let Poseidon Drown Me." A PJO Oc Fanfic.

[11] Siblings.

— August's POV —

I could only stare in shock as a glowing lightning bolt adorned the top of Marceline's head like it naturally belonged there, and it seemed like the other campers were doing the same, for it was completely silent, no more thunder or lightning strikes. The rain was practically beating down on all of us at this point, some of it even washing away the dirt from the blast of the lightning bolt on my face.

Daughter of Zeus? My sister is the daughter of the King of Olympus?

I didn't even have any time to ponder what that meant before I saw Luke raise the Red Team's flag and stick it into the ground with a victorious yell, claiming our team's victory. I managed to wipe away some of the rain water (and dirt) off of my face before stumbling to get up, ignoring Clarisse, and walking over to Marceline to congratulate her on her win. She had her iconic proud smile her lips, and she whispered softly, "We're on the same team, even if we're separated." And with that, she grabbed my hand and guided it to the other team's flag with her left hand, before using her other to raise her bow in the air and shouting in victory. Man, am I so glad to be her brother.

After the game ended and people (Clarisse) were sent to get patched up, there was a big celebration for the claiming of the another child. I clapped alongside the others before I watched as Luke kissed Marceline on the cheek. That made me cease my celebration and almost grab my axe to teach this guy a lesson, and I would've if Percy didn't grab my wrist and gave me a slow shake of the head. I clenched my fist and reluctantly stop reaching for the weapon, snatching back my hand.

I watched in the distance as my sister celebrated her claiming with the Aphrodite children. That word is still so foreign to me, 'Claiming', I mean, what are we? Dogs in a kennel waiting for their owner to come back and take us home? Please. I scoffed internally as Marceline giggled with the Aphrodite daughters, keeping my distance from Luke and the children of Ares. I'm pretty sure those kids have a wanted poster of both me and Marceline after what just happened.

In all honesty, I was kind of blurring out the loud sounds of the party the Apollo children were hosting for Marceline. I didn't really drink their ambrosia (even though I'm 99% sure that's the name of a dessert that our foster mother used to serve to us) or eat too much of their food. I guess all that fighting made me lose my appetite.

When the party ended and it was time for everyone to go to bed, I walked towards the Hermes Cabin and looked over my shoulder, expecting Marceline to follow, but she just stood there in the clearing, "What's up? Still wanting to party?" I chuckled as I pointed behind me to the Cabin, hinting at the fact that it's time to hit the hay, however, I was met with a confused look.

"I sleep in the other Cabin, remember? I'm going to the Zeus Cabin." She replied, clearly expecting me to remember something as small as that. Realising that this would be the first time that we would be sleeping in seperate rooms for the first time, I stared before slowly nodding, "Oh... Right. Well, enjoy the actual bed in that cabin, yeah?" I tried to make a light joke of the situation to ignore the worry bubbling in my gut. It felt weird knowing that I was still unclaimed whilst my sister was revealed to be the daughter of the King of Gods, it was amazing, yet disheartening.

"Hey, when you get claimed by one of the Gods, you'll have your own bed and all. It's alright." Marceline reassured me before hugging me goodnight and leaving to go sleep in her Cabin. I tried to smile as I watched her leave, but the moment she entered her Cabin, my smile dropped, and off I was to head into the Hermes Cabin. I slipped into the bed and closed my eyes, hoping that somehow, a God would claim me in my sleep.

I understood why Zeus wanted Marceline to know that he was her father, I mean, a soul that innocent after going through hell in the mortal life has resilience like no other. I, too, would be proud if I ever had a daughter like her, for she not only overcame her trauma, but she managed to live her life to the fullest. I mean, she was practically the Princess of Olympus if we're being fair, and she deserved that title.

However, what would that make me? The unclaimed brother of the daughter of Zeus? The rage-filled adrenaline junkie who just so happened to be the foster siblings of Zeus's child? Marceline was well-built thanks to her doing boxing and such, whilst I was more skinny, too bony to be considered pretty anyways, she had charm that could match Aphrodite children, whilst the only person who would waste their time with me was Percy fucking Jackson.

That damn boy was probably just making fun of me, talking behind my back to Annabeth and them about how he thought he could trick me into letting my guard down, well jokes on him, I know his tricks. I continued to lose sleep over that stupid boy like I did every night, to the point where it was getting annoying. I ran a hand through my frizzy hair and sighed softly before deciding to just try to catch some sleep before I get even more bags under my eyes.