Rage of Hephaestus (Percy Jackson Fan Fiction)

Chapter 1

I've been at Camp Half-Blood for six months. Still undetermined. For half a year! I keep trying to use process of elimination, ruling out my godly parent. I know it is a god (my mum died when I was little), so that takes away all the goddesses. Mr D told me annoyingly that my parent was an Olympian, so bye to minor gods. I'm not ponderous like Clarisse and her brothers so that takes away Ares. I can't shoot, so it's not Apollo. I don't have sandy blonde hair like Hermes, so he's out of the picture. I have no features that resemble Hephaestus and I hope it's not Dionysus; so far he's ignored me because apparently, it was my fault he fell over a crack in the ground.
     So that leaves Zeus, Poseidon and Hades. It can't be one of the big three, I'm nothing like Percy Jackson and Thalia Grace. But if I were to choose, I would pick Poseidon, maybe I can create ferocious swirling whirlpools too.
     The Hermes cabin is swarming with undetermined demigods, just like me. But the sons of Hermes do have similar faces; the same pointy nose and sly mischevious grins and they definitely live up to their fathers standards; literally stealing everything in the meter squared I own. Well what can you expect from he god of thieves children.
    I have put my trust into some people. Like Josh and Tyler. Josh son of Apollo is my best friend though. He's about medium height with crimson hair and wears sleeveless tops revealing his bulky biceps. He walks around in a pair of white and red nikes, at least they match his hair. His eyes are dark cinnamon brown but when he holds his engraved bow which is as orange as the sunset, they turn to the colour of the sun, enough to blind he enemy. He got his bow as a birthday gift from Apollo who himself doesn't look any older than his son. There are some ups bring a child of Apollo then; like I said, I can't shoot.
    In two long tedious weeks, it's my 17th birhday. I'm praying tp the gods my parent might claim me but I highly doubt it. Even though Percy Jackson made Zeus himself swear on the River Styx that all demigods would be claimed before or on their 13th birthday, they must of forgotten me.
    "Brendon, come on!" Josh shouted in a frustrated manner.
    "What?" I moaned back in reply, blocking the sun's beam with my hand.
    "For the God's sake!" He whined impatiently. "Chiron's speech!"
    I vaulted out of the Hermes cabin and followed Josh towards the decrepit farmhouse. My obsidian hair waved in the cool refreshing wind as we zoomed down the narrow winding path like a pair of torpedoes.   
    Everyone gathered in the yard peering at the farmhouse's paint peeling door waiting for Chiron and Mr D. The yard sang with silence. I stood awkwardly next to Josh for what felt like years. 
   "Ummm... Shouldn't Chiron be here by now?" I whispered in his ear. But he didn't move. He didn't even blink. I glanced around and nobody was moving, just like they were frozen in time. Great I thought to myself, everyone has come here to play a joke on me.
   I rolled my eyes, annoyed. Swiftly, I waved my hand in front of Josh's face. I circled him to see if there were any flaws in his joke. I furrowed my brow as I stared at him, he wasn't even breathing.
  "Should I do CPR?"
   Suddenly, everyone began to move again. The mahogany wood doors swung open.
   "Right in time." Someone shouted in the crowd. On time? I've been standing here for half an hour waiting for those doors to unlock. I checked my watch and like he said, right in time.
   "What!" I screamed stunned. Everone spun on their heels and gawked at me raising their eyebrows. "Oh umm, I didn't know it was this early! Ha..." I smiled clumsily but it must've persuaded them.
   A group of three girls started whispering to each other,
   "He's so weird." One said.
   "I know right!"
   "I think he's cute." The third announced.
   "Yeah..." They all stared to stare at me curling their silky hair with their fingers and flashing their fake eyelashes.
   Okay... not again...
   "What was that about?" Josh looked at me puzzled.
   "I have no idea why they like me." I muttered back.
   "No, not that. What was "What!" A second ago. And by the way, I think the girls like your hair."
   I pulled my phone out of my back pocket and looked at myself through the screen. My skin was as pale as a sheet of white paper. My coffe brown eyes are so dark it makes my eyes look black. My eyebrows masked my facial expression, making me look emotionless. My hair was as black as coal and it has a far back hairline, making my forehead a lot bigger than it actually is. How is that attractive?