Behind the New Recruits (Percy Jackson fanfic)

Ethan Gates (Hornhead)

(A/N: Okay, so how each chapter about each character is gonna be written like this. Ethan doesn't really have a back story though, so this chapter will be shorter than most others. Each chapter will be Katrina's P.O.V, except the next chapter. I do not own Camp Half-Blood. Thanks ~S.U.L.M.A)

Subject's name: Ethan Gates

Nickname: Hornhead

Age: 18

Abilities/Power: None

Species/Type: Satyr

Weapon of Choice: Crutches

Personality: Smart, Laid Back, Tough, Strong

Description: Tall, Dark Brown Hair, Brown eyes, Hairy legs (ha)

Weakness: Heights

Strengths: Good Fighter, oldest of group

Back round: Unknown, does not talk about it

"Katrina, what are you doing?"

I look up. Ethan stands there, eyebrow raised. I slam my notebook shut, grinning sheepishly at him.

"Nothing!" I say quickly, too quickly. I face palm myself inwardly for being so obvious. I glance at my watch so it looked like I had something to do. "Oh would you look at the time! I'll just take my leave." I try walking past him, but he grabs my arm and swings me around to face him.

"Oh no you don't. Now, let me rephrase this. What were you writing about?" He glares at me. I glance past his shoulder, watching as Taylor, Meghan, and Casey stopped what they're doing to watch. I saw Meghan and Casey glance at each other before snickering, Taylor looking confused. I sighed before looking back at Ethan. I decided to play around with him.

"I was writing about someone."

"Who?"

"Someone I know."

"Yeah, what's his name?"

"Whatever he was named," at this, Ethan groaned in frustration.

"We're never getting anywhere like this."

"Fine, I'll be more specific."

"Okay, what is his name?"

"Something that starts with a letter."

"I GIVE UP!" Ethan stomped away in frustration. I smirked, turning to the girls and hi-fiving them.

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Later that night, I apologized to Ethan (mentally, not physically) and allowed him to use my sleeping bag. I instead slept on a tree branch really high in the tree so I could take watch, commanding vines to wrap around me so I wouldn't fall. I didn't fall asleep until really late.

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I woke up in the morning, and rolled onto my side, thinking I had solid ground below me. I forgot I didn't. Stupid vines didn't do their job.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" I screamed, falling and trying to maneuver myself into a position so I wouldn't get hurt too bad. Maybe if I-

T H U M P

"WHAT IN THE WORLD!?" I expected myself to have broken arms, legs, ankles, toes, etc., but instead, I felt like someone had caught me, like I was in someone's arms. Confused, I looked to my left... only to see a certain Satyr's face. My face burned bright red as I fell to the ground and looked back at him. He looked confused.

"I... you... in your arms... so..." I couldn't finish my sentence. Ethan looked at me to see if I had any injuries and went to treat the ones I did have, but my face was as red as a tomato.

Talk about EMBARRASSING!