Who Are You? 『A M.M.D』✅

Rick Riordan (Camp Half-Blood)

(All of you know how Uncle rick looks like.)
*cough* I know this is Rick Riordan. Just some idea because I just got the idea.

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Rick Riordan's P.O.V
"But Daaaad! Can you please tell me more stories?" Harley whined as he pulled on my shirt.

"I'm sorry, Son. But I'm fresh out of stories..." I sighed.

"Then write your own!" He exclaimed as he gave me a sheet of paper and some crayons.

"I'll try..." I said as I gripped the paper in my hands.

"Yaaaaaaayyyy!" Harley ran off to somewhere, leading me standing in the living room, alone.

That night, I sat at my desk just after finishing up marking the pop quiz I gave my students on history today. I tapped the pencil on the table. For a child of Calliope, I was out of ideas for writing a story. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew through my bedroom window. A pen rolled on the floor and under a drawer. I groaned and stuck my hand into the narrow gap between the floor and the drawer, and began to grope around. I felt something I haven't felt in years- a bead necklace. I pulled it out and inspected it. There were a total of 12 beads, meaning I've spent twelve years at Camp. I got an idea. I looked at the beads and decided.

"We'll be going to Camp Half-Blood." I mumbled under my breath.
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"Are you sure?" My Wife Becky asked me. "I mean, it- it's been so Long! Would Chiron even remember you?"

"Yes, Becky, for the millionth time. He never forgets a face."

"Fine... Just be safe, okay?" I nodded my head as I hopped in the car. I waved a goodbye to her and drove off.

Bang! I slammed my car door and slung the gym bag I brought with me. I saw some things that had definitely changed, at Half-Blood hill, the tallest hill, there was a pine tree with a golden blanket on it, and a dragon curled around it. Beside it stood the Athena Parthenos in all its glory. How did they even get the statue? And why was there a tree? I stepped inside, but felt something present, like a barrier, why would we even need a barrier? I looked around and saw the big house, with Chiron sitting on his wheelchair.

"Chiron!" I shouted. He jumped. He gazed in my direction and his eyes widened.

"Rick? Y- you're still alive! It's been so Long since you were at camp, there's been a lot of news." Chiron smiled as he trotted to me. He put a hand on my shoulder and said "Come, my boy. We've got a lot to talk about."
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I explained to him my situation in the big house. He stroked his beard.

"Hmmm, I think we've got a few people here with some stories they've got to tell... I'll send someone to get them." Chiron said as he walked off. I sat in the room, taking a look at my surroundings. There was a snoring leopard head. I heard the door open. In walked in Chiron, with a few teenagers with him.

"Rick, this is Perseus Jackson, Son of Poseidon. This is Rick Riordan, Son of Calliope." He introduced. My eyes widened.

"Poseidon? What about the prophecy?" Chiron laughed.

"Dear, we've got a lot to say..."

The rest of the teenagers introduced themselves, there was Annabeth Chase, Daughter of Athena, Piper McLean, Daughter of Aphrodite, Leo Valdez, Son of Hephaestus and Nico Di Angelo, Son of Hades. Percy explained to me how he was the prophecy boy, and the quests he'd been on. Then, the rest told me about the two wars that had been happening, and their adventures. I wrote them all on my notebook, to use as ideas for my books.
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It's been 11 years since I've met them, I've been visiting Camp Half-Blood regularly now. And it's 11 years since I've published my first book: Percy Jackson and the Olympians -The Lightning Thief. All based on that legendary warrior Percy. I've been labeled No.1 Bestseller by New York Times, and I owe it all to Camp Half-Blood.

And that's how I met Camp Half-Blood.
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746 Words! Huzzah! Bless Calliope! WHOOO!
I'm NOT drunk.  I've been getting a lot of ideas recently, and some people who are supporting me by giving me their O.Cs. Warning to you guys, I'm lazy haha. Tysm!

✌🏻️Peace!
~Fluffy~