Percy Jackson: New Friends

Chapter 1: Xenia's POV

Chapter 1: Xenia's POV

Ok...there's one thing I hate more than anything: Hawaiian shirts. I don't know why. Maybe because my dad always wears them. Let me say one thing about myself: Dionysus is a fool.

I'm not rebellious, I just speak my mind. My past has been a little hard. Camp Half-Blood was introduced to me a little more than 2 weeks ago. Let me tell you, being the kid of the party god is very-- how do I say it-- embarrassing. Right after Dionysus claimed me at the pavilion, Percy Jackson had almost laughed. Boy, I wanted to teach him a lesson, but I'd heard that Percy is a legend. One day, I would like to go on my own quest, with the people of my choice. I would be the hero.

My past was very terrifying on that note. Xenia Morris was probably erased from everyone's minds by now. Dionysus said it was best to erase their memory because of an 'incident' that had happened two weeks ago-- the night I left.

"Xenia!" a voice whispered below me.

"What?" I asked groggily. Today was the day where I would actually get my own weapon. One demigod said they had found the perfect one for me.

People underestimate me on fighting. Again, being the wine dude's daughter isn't the exact reputation a girl would hope for-- especially at age 15.

I buried my face in my pillow. Even though I was pumped for the weapon, sleep had captured me (or should I say Morpheus?) I had learned about a week and a half ago that every demigod had unusual dreams. When I was a young child, I would climb into my mom's bed at night whenever I had a nightmare. That was usually often. Which seemed odd at the time, my mother always had a glass of grape juice beside her. I now am guessing that she talked to my dad while I was asleep so I wouldn't know about Dionysus. My mom was the opposite of Dionysus. She always had a schedule, she never drank, she wore business suits, and she would never be caught at a rambunctious party. That's what I loved about my mom.

At school, Greek mythology was the only thing that got my attention. We even had a whole segment about Dionysus and how he used to be a demigod. When I told my mom the things I learned about Dionysus, she would only give me a pained smile...

"Xenia!" the voice whispered louder.

"Ok, mom. I'm up, I'm up," I said playfully. The girl smiled. My best friend, Darci Zian, was my new best friend at camp. I climbed down the ladder and got ready in the bathroom. When I was done, we went to eat breakfast.

I had finally gotten used to sending burnt offerings to the gods. Usually, I would just dig in where I used to live, but at dinner here, we had to get up and scrape some delicious (if I don't say so myself) food into the campfire. Since Dionysus was at camp, I really didn't pray about anything to him. I mean, he's my dad who's a god. It seems a little awkward.

At the Dionysus table, the mischievous camper, Leo Valdez, came up with my weapon, or at least he thought it was one. He handed me a purple ring in the shape of a cluster of grapes. I looked at him quizzically.

"A ring, Leo? Really? You're proposing?" I said jokingly.

"It's not a ring. Now class, what Xenia is confused about is that she never inspected it," he said playfully. I inspected it. I clicked a button, and it transformed into a sword.

"Whoa," I simply said.

"Cool, right? It's Celestial bronze. I got it from Hephaestus's scrap metals that he leaves in mysterious places," he replied.

"Wait. I thought you found it. I didn't know you made it! It's awesome! Thanks so much!" I exclaimed.

"You're welcome. What are you going to name it?" he asked. In my mind, I scanned through all of the names from Greek I had learned so far.

"Atropurpureum," I replied.

"Deep purple," he translated. "I thought you weren't a fan of your dad."

"I'm describing the color of the ring, not the wine color," I explained.

"Gotcha," he replied. Breakfast was over because it was time to leave. For some reason, the conk horn sounded. Everyone stared at Chiron who had stood up.

"We have something to discuss," he said.