Who is he really?

Who is he really? Chapter 26

Disclaimer: I don't own Anything about the books, if I was indeed Rick Riordan, I'd be smirking about how much of a Troll I am.

*Percy's Pov*

Where are they?

As soon as I heard the cry of Travis, I had raced towards the little grove of trees, where the Demeter Cabin sometimes hung out at.

No one was there.

After that, I had ran to the Demeter cabin, I couldn't help but smirk, when I saw that nothing had changed from our prank. To say I was proud would've been an understatement.

Though I could see why the Demeter campers were so upset, the cabin and everything within ten meters was a mess.

Paint was splattered on every plant surrounding the cabin, but that wouldn't have been a problem if the colours had been similar, but it seems that the Stoll Brothers had more knowledge of Arts, Crafts and apparently, paint then I had thought. They had painted all the flowers complementary colours, meaning the purple flowers were painted yellow, green flowers were coloured red, Blue were Orange, and so on. Probably so that the prank stood out more, not that it really needed to, with everything else covering the grass, cabin and garden.

The boxed gardens with different types of vegetables and fruits being grown had been left untouched as we'd be killed if we had touched any of the crops in any way, but the box was a different story, originally it had been pained a dull, now faded, dark green colour, had been changed to a florescent yellow with sparkles, bright ribbon and random, though very neat highlighter, pen and texter scribble everywhere. Some of the stronger, older, Hermes boys had offered to carry the Boxes to the back of the Big House, on the other side of camp, to make the prank just that tad more brilliant.

A lightweight, steel bucket of water, which carried about five gallons of water, was placed on the corner of one of the beams in the Demeter Cabin, so that the first person to walk in the door would receive the majority of the water onto of their head, if a camper directly behind the victim, didn't move quickly, would also receive some of the extra bits spilling from the bucket. Not to mention the fact that, the victim would have a bucket on their head, which -and I can say from experience- would've hurt like Hades.

That was all that we had planned for the Demeter cabin, during the meetings, though, I had a feeling the Stolls' had added something extra to the original prank.

That's when I saw it.

I couldn't help but smirk.

I shook my head.

Only the Stolls'.

A giant, war balloon, like the one in the episode of Avatar: The Last Airbender, where Aang, Katara and Sokka go to that airbender temple and find out a bunch of Earth nation citizens had taken over, after multiple attacks on different villages and created flying contraptions, that they used to glide in the air. Then they find out that the inventor behind the whole place was making weapons for the fire nation and when the leader of some firebending warriors, come to the temple because he hadn't received his monthly -or something- weapon supply, he was angry, but Aang interferes and makes an enemy out of Leader of Fire benders dude, and leader of Fire benders dude, declares war on the temple, Sokka and inventor guy somehow figure out a way to create a war balloon with a basket underneath, like a hot air balloon. Anyway, they also create giant bomb things that is filled with sludge, rotten egg and other objects that create stench, then drop it on the attacking firebenders and win that little battle.

I groaned out loud.

Stupid ADHD for taking me off track.

Anyway, it seems that the Stolls had either managed to create something, or had gotten the Hephaestus cabin to make something similar to those giant bombs, and had planted one over the cabin, and from looking closely at the edge of the door, had set a special timer on the door, so that when the door was opened, the timer would go off after a minute or so and the bomb thing would be let go from the hanger thingy it was being held onto by, covering everything within ten metres of the cabin in whatever was in the bomb. It seemed that the object/liquid in the bomb was a mixture of easily removable paint -about three years ago, the Stolls had challenged me to a memorizing competition, one of the things we had to memorize was types of paint-, some type of powdered make-up, feathers and glitter. The Stolls had a strange glitter obsession.