Kyle Snu and the Mark of Ananke (PJO fanfic)

VII

I walked up to a small elegant cabin with a number eight painted on the door. The whole thing radiated a soft silver light, like the moon.

Artemis cabin? Was he a child of Artemis? I thought she hated men and swore them off or something. I walked in. He was looking at a small figurine of some sort. He stuffed it in his pocket as I walked in.

I spoke first. "Hey dad."

"Kyle. How's things going so far?"

"Not bad." I sat on a bed across from him. "Brandon is nice enough. But some things here are weird."

He laughed. "No kidding. Have any questions so far?"

"Yeah. Who's that red-head that I saw in the big house? She seems to be the only person in camp over eighteen. She was giving me some strange looks."

He didn't look happy when I said that. His voice was full of distaste. "She is the camps oracle. A teller of prophecies. Her name is Rachel if I remember correctly. But last time I was here there was a different oracle. A young girl."

"Speaking of your last visit here. When was that? And how did you know we were both involved in this fairytale?"

"Well. I can't remember exactly the last time I was here," his tone said otherwise, "but, I knew your father was a God since before you were born. Your mother and I broke up after four years together. She started dating a new guy. She found out she was pregnant and confided in me when the man left her. He told her he was a god. But no more than that. She believed it because she was the sister of a demigod. Your uncle Rafael Snu. But I felt bad for her, and helped her in her pregnancy. When she was eight months along I proposed. We were married the day before your birth. And she died. I raised you from there."

Silence filled the room. I've heard the story before, minus the me being a demigod part. Somehow that made my mother death seem more real.

I sparked up the conversation again. "So what about you. Are you a son of Artemis or what?"

He laughed. "No. My story is a bit more complicated. Besides, Artemis would never have a child. She's probably a little ticked I have the right to use her cabin."

"Well if your not her kid, then why do you have the right to be here?"

He frowned. "That's another story for another day. Right now we should get on down to the amphitheater. It's a welcoming to you after all. Maybe we'll even figure out who your father is."