sempiternal - pjo/hp

vii

;

"she spent her nights counting sheep"

;

i sighed, my heart feeling heavy at the overwhelming thoughts i couldn't stop. i was supposed to be in hogwarts, dying of boredom in potions class with luna lovegood to keep me sane. i was supposed to be making pictures come to life with draco and conjuring patronis charms with blaise, not at camp half blood with no clue of my parentage.

i sat in the cabin for the undecided, my trunk lay at my feet, open for me to stare at all my belongings. bertie botts every flavour beans, potion ingredients and peruvian instant darkness powder. i had the extension charm so. i packed around literally. everything. i. owned.

my armory, wardrobe, books and i mean literally everything. my life was in the trunk on the floor and now my life was camp half blood.

my thoughts dispersed when i heard four people outside the cabin, one of them sounding fearful, "she's kind of scary looking, right? i mean did you see her armour? it was as black as night and her sword was giving off intense vibes. like, power hungry vibes."

"grover calm down, she's completely harmless." i recognized percys voice right away, grover grumbled in disagreement and their footsteps grew closer until a knock sounded on the door.

"its open." i spoke calmly and the group stumbled in, very ungratefully i might add.

"hey caliber." percy gave me a small smile, behind him a satyr, a blonde girl with stunning grey eyes and a tall blonde male. i discreetly closed my trunk before someone saw its contents but i think the blonde girl had already gotten a good idea of what was in there, my wand lay at my side and my sword in my hand.

"uhmm hello." i smiled softly, "not to be rude or anything but what are you guys doing here?"

"dinner is about to be served, wanted to bring you along with us to the dining pavilion." percy smiled, "also annabeth and my other friends wanted to properly meet you."

the blonde girl stepped up, "hi i'm annabeth, percys girlfriend. this is jason and grover."

i stood up, my sword materialized into the ring on my finger and i hastily stuffed my wand in my back pocket and shook her outstretched hand.

"caliber."

then before the others could speak, the horn sounded that dinner was ready.

~

i zipped up my black hoodie and followed silently behind percy, feeling a sense of security with him. i felt like i knew him my whole life, he looked so familiar and he smelt of the sea. murmurs erupted softly from wary campers and i felt like an outsider. which i was. i'm literally the only half witch, half demigod in this camp and it made me especially homesick for draco and carson.

i fixed myself a large plate of food and walked silently to the huge flame in the centre of the pavilion. whispering a small prayer to lady hecate and hades. my favourite god and goddess. i don't think anyone expected me to do that right off the bat since they think i'm a fucking newbie but draco, luna, blaise and i did this often at hogwarts. since we were the only half breeds there.

"cali! do you want to sit with me?" percy shouted from across the room, attracting a lot of attention. on the inside, i was dying from all the unwanted attention, i sauntered over to his table and sat down.

"how do you like camp so far?" the raven haired boy stuffed mashed potatoes in his mouth and chewed silently, studying my face. his eyebrows furrowed slightly, and so did mine. it was like staring into a reflection.

i shrugged, slicing into my meatloaf, "its not bad, i've only heard stories of this place."

"wait so how do you know about camp if you haven't been here before?" the boy seemed confused, looked at me like i was an alien.

"ever hear about wizards and witches percy?" i raised an eyebrow, "ever hear about a great war that resembled your own?"

i could see the gears turning in his head as he tried to find pieces of information, "i mean, i've heard of the people that hecate blessed, but i thought it was a myth."

i chuckled, "aren't we all supposed to be myths? i'm a half-breed percy. half demigod, half witch. my mother that i do not know of is a witch, a most gifted one, so i've been told. yet i have no idea who my father is."

he just looked at me silently, a look of sympathy on his face as clear as day.