The New Camper - A Percy Jackson Fan Fiction

I awoke to a shrill scream outside my cabin and I could hear Chiron yelling outside, but I couldn't quite make out the words he was shouting. I slowly dragged myself from my bunk and crept out of Cabin 3. When I first noticed it, I froze completely. Outside, above the trees, on the hill over-looking the valley of Camp Half-Blood, was a giant minotaur. As I ran to find Chiron, I took the golden pen from my pocket and extended it into Anaklusmos, Greek for Riptide.

“What’s happening?” I panted as I finally got to Chiron.

He looked grim and drove his hoof into the dirt, “New comer.” One thing you should know about Chiron, he's a centaur. Meaning, he's half-horse and half-man. From the waist down, a brilliant white stallion, from the waist up, a scruffy-haired, bearded man. 

After he had spoken, a great noise came from the beast, shaking through the camp, making my hair stand on end. I could see it gaining on what looked like a girl. She was running alone, clutching a spear to her chest as she ran. The faint light of the approaching dawn gave enough light to see that she had blonde hair and a slim figure. As the minotaur advanced closer to camp, I finally saw how truly enormous it was, far larger than the one I encountered on my journey to camp three summers ago. The Minotaur was at the very least 15 feet tall, with bulging thigh muscles, broad, thick shoulders, and pecks that would make a boxer jealous.

The girl was still far away from the border of camp at the point, about 150 feet. As she got closer, I could see her better, and saw that she was beaten up, sweaty, and her hair was in a rat’s nest. She surely couldn’t have been more than 13 years old. Chiron ran to the border of camp and I followed just as most other cabins were beginning to hear the beast’s noise. I had Riptide tight in my hand and I spotted Apollo's archers readying their bows at the Minotaur. The girl was getting closer to the camp entrance, but yet, so was the beast. Suddenly, he took one swing and caught the girl in her path, hurtling her off-course and into a near-by tree, where she lay motionless. Meanwhile, as I ran closer to the boundaries of camp, I spotted Annabeth with her dagger and breastplate ready to go. Arrows, spears, and various other weapons were flying through the air as campers made their way to attack the beast.

I saw the girl still laying at the base of the tree out of the corner of my eye. The beast did not stop to think that she may be dead already, but changed course right toward her, dodging all arrows and spears. I ran through the invisible boundary of camp that was meant to keep monsters out and charged the Minotaur, my hand clutched around Riptide. It was immensely intimidating being at the base of a minotaur for the second time in my life, but I slashed all I could at him, as Annabeth and Apollo’s archers shot at his upper half with arrows, spears came from the Ares cabin. Chiron, Grover, and a couple campers, including two from Apollo, the God of healing, had rushed over to the girl at the tree, I could make out wet blood oozing from her forehead, arms, and many other cuts and scrapes around her body. She was worse off than I had been on my journey to camp.

I kept slashing at the beast’s legs, slowly making it whimper with each strike, but the more pain we put it in, the angrier it became. It began to target campers as well, instead of just the girl. Some of Aphrodite’s cabin who had even bothered to get out of bed, ran back to the cabin as to not get hit or targeted. Several campers were caught in the beast's path and injured by his mighty strength.

All I could think about was the girl. I felt in my gut an odd connection to her. As if she was familiar or attached to me. Before I could wonder too much, I pushed the thoughts from my brain and focused solely on the Minotaur. He was slowly becoming in more pain from the slashes, arrows, spears and other weapons being hurtled at him, he began to slow in his attacks. He also started to lean at a diagonal slant downwards. I took this as my one chance. I went to stab it in the chest, just as I had done three summers ago. I had Riptide gripped firmly in my hand and ran toward the point where the beast was leaning lowest to the ground. I threw Riptide as hard as I could, aiming into the chest of the Minotaur. I didn't have to worry about losing Riptide, it always returned back into my pocket as a pen. He doubled over in agony as soon as he had comprehended the hit. Finally, he disintigrated into dust and he was gone.