𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄! percy jackson¹

003. light's kin

chapter three
003. light's kin

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      THE TOILET INCIDENT spread faster than a wildfire. Annabeth and I continued our tour of the camp for Percy, but everywhere we went, campers were whispering and pointing at the Boy with the Minotaur Horn. There was a lot I was trying to make sense of in my head▬and it lagged on the tour. Suddenly, showing off every part of my home was no longer interesting▬I was so distracted that I almost walked us right in front of the archery practice, and there were a few disgruntled and surprised shouts urging us out of the way. It didn't help that Annabeth and I were a walking spectacle next to Percy. Both of us were drenched from head to toe. Every step I made was followed by a squelch of my soggy sneakers on the grass and dirt pathways. Percy watched us with a sheepish red tint to his cheeks▬he knew he had caused this, but he didn't know how. The truth was, I didn't know either. For the first time, the complete disappointment that festered into a bitter resentment I couldn't control in my chest started to dissipate. Percy had done that▬had erupted the showers, the toilets and the sinks; had made the plumbing shatter and the bathroom flood with no training, no understanding and completely ignorant of how to control this power that seemed to churn underneath the surface of him. Long story short: he had completely become the Supreme Lord of the Bathroom.

    For the first time since he had arrived at Camp Half-Blood, Percy Jackson had given me a reason to think that maybe I had judged too quickly. Maybe he could be the answer I had been searching for. 

    I tried to think what who his godly parent was. The prophecy spoke of a child of the Big Three▬Zeus, Poseidon or Hades. Ever since the Second World War, the three brothers had made a pact to never have any more children▬their children were dangerous, demigods who walked this earth that were too powerful, and had too much of a mortal heart in them to truly understand the festering rage of their powers they had inherited. The gods weren't stupid. They were wise to be afraid of a Forbidden Child▬of the potential for destruction they had.

    Thalia had been the daughter of Zeus. 

    And she had been hunted and killed. 

    When I looked at Percy, there was something about him that struck me similar to Thalia. They both seemed headstrong, stubborn and impulsive. But that wasn't it. There was an anger locked behind their eyes▬like a storm raging in their very souls. Even if they never truly knew why, they felt it. 

    Perhaps Percy was the son of Zeus. That would make sense▬if he reminded me so much of Thalia. The Great Prophecy had spoken of a child of the Big Three who had the potential to destroy Olympus, and that decision would cost them their life. A son of Zeus with enough rage behind his eyes could raze Olympus to the ground. 

    But something didn't settle right with me about that. Maybe I was projecting▬I don't know what I'd be projecting about. No one could ever replace Thalia. 

    Percy wasn't Thalia. 

   And something about him told me that he wasn't the son of Zeus, either.

    There was a hurricane behind those eyes. Like the sea raging against the shore, waves crashing onto the rocks and sea foam spitting up with the howling wind. I remember the storm that hit Miami that night when my whole life changed▬how the sea and the sky seemed to be at war with one another. I don't remember much, but I remember the feeling of being terrified of being caught in the crossfire of the gods' anger. 

    Deep down, I think I knew what the answer was to Percy's parentage. 

    But I don't want to admit it.