INTRODUCING PERCY TO CAMP + DINNER.
WORD OF THE bathroom incident spread immediately. Wherever Percy went, campers pointed at him and murmured something about toilet water. Or maybe they were just star-ing at Annabeth, who was still pretty much dripping wet.
Annabeth and Izra showed Percy a few more places: the metal shop, Izra waved at Miles who waved back at her. The arts-and-crafts room, and the climbing wall, which actually consisted of two facing walls that shook violently, dropped boulders, sprayed lava, and clashed together if you didn't get to the top fast enough.
Finally they returned to the canoeing lake, where the trail led back to the cabins.
"I've got training to do," Annabeth said flatly. "Dinner's at seven-thirty. Just follow your cabin to the mess hall."
"I also have to do something," Izra said.
Annabeth smirked, raising her eyebrow.
"Annabeth, Izra, I'm sorry about the toilets."
"Whatever."
"Doesn't matter."
"It wasn't my fault."
Annabeth looked at him skeptically, and Percy only seemed to realize it was his fault. He'd made water shoot out of the bathroom fixtures. Izra really didn't understand how. But the toilets had just. . . responded to him. Percy had literally become one with the plumbing. Izra felt jealous, controlling plumbing? Man, why couldn't she do that when Clarisse plunged her head into the toilets. . .
"You need to talk to the Oracle," Annabeth said.
"Who?"
"Not who. What. The Oracle. I'll ask Chiron."
"You're way too obsessed with your theories," Izra snickered.
Annabeth sneered.
Percy stared into the lake. Izra sighed, Percy must have been VERY confused.
Percy probably wasn't expecting anybody to be looking back at him from the bottom, Percy's face flushed, when he noticed two teenage girls sitting cross-legged at the base of the pier, about twenty feet below. They wore blue jeans and shim-mering green T-shirts, and their brown hair floated loose around their shoulders as minnows darted in and out. They smiled and waved at him as if he were a long-lost friend.
Percy blinked, since he didn't know Greek mythology he most likely wouldn't know these were the local camp Naiads, so he waved back.
"Don't encourage them, Perry," Izra said sheepishly. "Naiads are terrible flirts."
"So are you," Annabeth smirked.
"Shut it, Chase," Izra mumbled.
"Naiads," Percy repeated, he looked completely overwhelmed. "That's it. I want to go home now."
Annabeth frowned. "Don't you get it, Percy? You are home. This is the only safe place on earth for kids like us."
"You mean, mentally disturbed kids?"
"For kids that shouldn't exist, kids that have spent their entire lives running away in fear of the unknown," Izra closed her eyes and let the wind run through her hair.
"What she means is not human. Not totally human, anyway. Half-human," Annabeth said.
"Half-human and half-what?"
"Think, Perry–"
"Percy," Percy said.
"--why do you think the. . . Minotaur suddenly appeared? Just to spite you? No. That doesn't happen."
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~Mentiroso~ -> Pjo
Fanfiction(SLOW UPDATES!!) Between saving the world and getting love, what would you choose? Having a hard life for years is no complication for Izra Scarlet. After her step-fathers passing, she had nowhere to go but Camp Half-blood. Her parents abandoning he...
