The Lightning Thief - Something's been Stolen

BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR

I finally updated. Umm, yay and all that. Hope you like it because it took me ages, and this might be my last update in all my stories for a long, long while.

I had gone to bed last night hoping it was all a bad dream. Percy couldn’t be a son of Poseidon. If he had been a son of Zeus, he wouldn’t have been in as much danger as he was in now, as Zeus had already broken his oath. But he was Poseidon’s child. Next to the danger Percy was in now, it was now also a question of pride if I should still be friends- or even talking to him, for that matter. My mother, Athena, and Poseidon never got along properly. Or more realistically, they hated each other.

Now that Percy had been moved into Cabin 3, gossip about him was being spread faster than Demeter’s wheat. The Hermes cabin were being questioned by every camper on sight, I was being questioned all the time, and the Ares kids weren’t considered weak anymore. Because they had been beaten by a son of the Big Three.

And Percy looked more miserable than ever.

Everyone was avoiding him, considering that he was dangerous. Everyone was arguing if he was still safe to be around. And everyone was scared that more monsters like the Hellhound would attack as long as he was here.

It was pathetic.

Yet I still found myself scooting around his cabin, or not talking to him much anymore. Whenever I saw Percy, I would change my course and walk a different way to my destination. I didn’t know why, but Percy just felt much more dangerous to be around now. He wasn’t the little clueless kid anymore. He was a son of the sea god.

Sure, I still taught him Greek in the mornings, and it’s not like I completely ignored him. I just found it hard to focus now. My head was spinning with ideas for a quest, as Percy obviously needed one, I was now just waiting for Chiron to confirm the quest with me and then I’d ask him if I could be part of it. I had it all figured out, but something was still bugging me about the whole thing. Whenever Percy would ask me about something or even say something, I got annoyed at him for loosing my train of thought.

“Quest…” That’s what I need right now, I can do it. But what would mother think? Would she disapprove a quest with “Poseidon?” Sure, Poseidon’s “dirty rotten” but this might be my only chance to ever prove myself in the outside world. I sighed. Either way, I’ve “Got to make a plan…”

I wasn’t the only one raging. Clarisse was keeping her distance from Percy too, but as soon as Percy was out of sight, she would let out her anger. “Poseidon’s son? Yeah right. The punk’s got nothing.” She would growl.

Lee Fletcher smirked. “You sure Clarisse? You’ve been staying away from him lately. Are you scared of the big, scary son of Poseidon?”

“Shut your mouth, if you know what’s good for you, Fletcher.” Clarisse snarled.

But as much as I hated it, this wasn’t a question of pride anymore. This was a question of fulfilling my desires. And to do that, I needed a quest.

That night, I saw Chiron walking back to the Big House after his last Archery lesson. It was getting dark, and Chiron was walking on his own, swaying his tail and humming one of the Apollo cabin’s favourite campfire songs. I took a deep breath and seized my opportunity.

“Chiron!” I called as I ran to him.

Chiron froze in mid-step. Not even turning around, he replied, “Hello, Annabeth.”