Word of the bathroom incident spread immediately. Wherever Percy and I ventured to, campers pointed at him and murmured something about toilet water. Some stared at me, because I was still soaking wet.
I showed him a few more places: the metal shop (where kids were forging their swords), the arts-and-crafts room (where the satyrs were sandblasting a giant marble statue of the missing god, Pan), and our very special, one of a kind climbing wall, which consisted of two facing walls that shook violently, dropped boulders, sprayed lava, and clashed together if you didn't get to the top fast enough.
Finally we returned to the canoeing lake, where the trail led back to the cabins. Percy looked at the river, thoughtfully.
"I've got training to do," I said, no emotion colouring my voice. "Dinner's at seven-thirty. Just follow your cabin to the mess hall." I started to turn away
"Annabeth, I'm sorry about the toilets." He pleaded.
"Whatever." I didn't mind really. I just hoped the smell of toilet water would disperse from my hair.
"It wasn't my fault." He said. Ha! Yeah right!
I looked at him, somewhat sceptically, and I saw realization hit his face. I could tell, he couldn't understand how. The toilets and Percy had become one, together combined and on a warped mission to make Percy the Lord of the water.
Wait? Lord of the Water? Very suspicious.
"You need to talk to the Oracle," I concluded.
"Who?" It was Percy's time to look at me sceptically.
"Not who. What. The Oracle. I'll ask Chiron." Chiron would probably deny the request, but it was worth a shot.
Percy looked towards the lake. His eyes wandered into the sea-green (the colour of his eyes, I noted) depths of the water, and he noticed the Naiads. He was startled to see them waving at him eagerly.
Stupidly, he waved back.
"Don't encourage them," I warned. "Naiads are terrible flirts."
"Naiads," He repeated over me, then took a deep breath. "That's it. I want to go home now."
I frowned. Camp was his home. It was our home For now, anyway. "Don't you get it, Percy? You are home. This is the only safe place on earth for kids like us." I said.
"You mean, mentally disturbed kids?" He was kidding me.
"I mean not human. Not totally human, anyway. Half-human."
"Half-human and half-what?" Tell me he was kidding me.
"I think you know."
I could see the reluctance in his face to answer me. "god," He said. "Half-god."
Annabeth nodded. "Your father isn't dead, Percy. He's one of the Olympians."
"That's ... crazy." He concluded.
"Is it? What's the most common thing gods did in the old stories? They ran around falling in love with humans and having kids with them. Do you think they've changed their habits in the last few millennia?" I internally smiled. I found it kinda funny.
"But those are just— But if all the kids here are half-gods—" He didn't say myths, strange.
"Demigods," I corrected. "That's the official term. Or half-bloods."
"Then who's your dad?" He asked, curious.
My dad. My father. Him. I looked down, at the railing, and my hands had tightened around the rails. I looked back at Percy, who seemed concerned.
