PERCY
I spend the next half-hour in my cabin, sprawled out on a bunk bed; I've figured out that I'll be the only inhabitant.
Why am I here? How does everyone know me, and who do they think I am? And then the million-dollar question:
Who am I?
Annabeth had told me that I'm the son of some three-thousand-year-old barnacle-encrusted dude from Ancient Greek mythology, Poseidon. Apparently there are kids here that are like me: probably ADHD, dyslexia... I thought I was the only one in the state with as many problems as I have.
The only problem is that I have a feeling things are about to get a lot worse.
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After about an hour of moping around I hear a horn blow. A conch shell, something inside tells me. But how do I know that?
For some reason I feel like I need to get up, so I heave myself out of bed, pull my sneakers back on, and trudge back out the door.
There's a stream of kids in the same orange t-shirts as Annabeth and Travis heading towards a pavilion on the hill, so I decide to follow.
When I reach the top of the hill there's a Greek-style pavilion with a cobblestone floor and long tables arranged in rows. Banners wave overtop most of them, but there's one at the front of the area (room? building?) where Chiron and Mr. Leopard-Shirt are seated. The rest of the tables are quickly filling with orange-shirted kids. They seem to be sitting where they have to sit, not where they want to sit. I spot Annabeth seated at a table under an owl banner, and I quickly realize that the images on the banners are the symbols of the gods, so I find the table under the trident and sit down.
The tables around me fill up, and everyone starts eating before I realize that I'm perfectly alone at my table.
Typical.
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So, yeah, poor Percy's feeling down in the dumps... :(
Um... Hm... I was gonna say something else... Oh yeah! Dedication to the trivia!!! I'm gonna give you a question to answer, and the first to answer by comment will get the next chapter's dedication! So here's this chapter's question; I'll give you an easy one:
Who was Nico and Bianca's mother, and what country was she from?
Oh, and I'm gonna do a disclaimer...
Annabeth: WHY?!
Me: Hey, I'm being nicer to you than Ricky was; at least you knew where to find him.
Percy: She has a point....
Annabeth: -_- I guess...
Percy: Too bad he owns us and not Katia... I like her better....
Me: Aw, thanks!
Annabeth: -_-"
Yours in demigodishness and all that. Peace out!
Katia
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FanfictionPercy Jackson thinks he's pretty normal. All of that changes when he meets Annabeth Chase, who claims to know him and his parents, even though he can't remember a thing about her or this Camp Half-Blood place she keeps talking about. Realizing his m...
