The Godly Pursuant (A Percy Jackson fan fiction)

4 - Maggie Crowberry

Cabin Three smells like sea salt.

It was last night when I was claimed by Poseidon, the sea god. It means he’s my dad, that I’m his daughter, that we’re related, and that there’s a huge possibility that I wouldn’t have to learn how to swim because I’ll float like bad-ass Styrofoam.

It also means that Percy Jackson is my brother. Weird. Some years ago I had no one, then I had a dad—who was fake—and all of a sudden I have a brother. Who will I have next? My mom from the dead? Oh yeah, I’d like to see that up close.

The sunlight shining from the east woke me up. I figured that it must be late because I looked over to Percy’s bunk bed on the other side of the cabin and it was empty. He didn’t even bother fixing his bed, or his nightstand full of various stuff.

“Curses,” I muttered, walked over to his bed and started fixing it. I get to have a brother, finally, and the sea god gives me a badly cluttered one.

“Thank you, sea god!” I yelled vigorously and threw my fist on the air. Thunder rumbled over the horizon. I smirked at the sky.

“I was meaning to be sarcastic,” I said.

After cleaning myself up in the camp’s generic bathroom that smells like strawberries and perfumed shampoo, I walked to the yard, and figured that since I’m writing this thing, I should tell you what the cabins in my wing look like. And they look nothing alike.

Cabin four was like a cottage made out of grass—because the roofs had grass on them, like, literally. The small gardens and potted plants around the cabin bloomed so much like springtime. The cabin next to it was a plain silvery finish, with an owl right below the brass number ‘6.’ Blondie’s cabin, I remember. Leo’s cabin which is nine has metal chimneys and smokestacks chugging this early in the day. The cabin beside Poseidon’s—though I don’t call it a cabin, more like a mansion—is a tall Greek column building with high bronze doors. Zeus’ cabin, where Jason stays. Cabin two looks like Zeus’ cabin, only much more feminine, with fruits and stuff carved on the columns.

“That cabin belongs to Hera. She’s the goddess of marriage so, uhm, she doesn’t have any demigod children,” Annabeth told me once.

Another cabin, cabin seven, that is for Apollo kids shined so golden it was difficult to look at. The cabin ten Aphrodite looks like a doll house, I can’t explain it further than that. But I guess my most favorite cabin is Cabin Thirteen. It’s built with gray walls embedded with skeletons, and green Greek fire lit up the whole place night and day. It was creepy in a beautiful way. Hazel herself occupies the cabin right now.

But you see, the nastiest cabin there is belonged to the Ares kids. The walls of the cottage were painted bloody red (most of the time I debate with myself if it was real blood or not. I try hard to think it was just red paint). Not just painted red, it was painted nastily in red in a freaky manner, like people scooped up red paint and had a fistfight with the wall. There were barbed wires on the roof for some unfathomable reason, and a wild boar’s head was flaunted on the hull of the cabin. The kids in there were most of the time very noisy with their arguments with themselves or with other campers, and rock music—those with screaming people on the microphone.