"Higher, higher, there, now bring your shield up!" Percy instructed while charging at me with his sword in hand. After about an hour of scuffling, my vision blacked out right when Percy lunged forwards. I brought my hand up quickly, as a sign that I couldn't see, and Percy stopped, probably grinning in triumph. He grabbed my hand, causing me to yelp and hopefully give him a look that said 'for the hundredth time, don't do that.' He then pulled me up to my feet and led me out of the arena, warning me when there was something blocking my way. When we where almost at the big house, my vision came back in a shower of dazzling light and color. Luckily, I wasn't staring at the sun. (Happened once before) or standing in front of the archers targets (got hit with an arrow the last time that happened.) So I guess I was okay.
I don't really think Talia should be blamed about this, to be truthful. I kind of feel bad for her. I mean, dad probably holds a secret grudge against her now. And lots of the other campers would probably bug her, if they dared… But, yeah, I don't think she should be blamed for this at all.
But I do blame her, and Percy, for the popularity; though.
I mean, seriously, people, when I told Percy and Talia to stop it, or something like that; I never expected any of this to happen. As soon as I got out of the infirmary, a bunch of Aphrodite kids crowded around me, and jabbered on and on and on and- okay you get the point. Sooner or later, every single person in camp knew me. And. I. did. Not. Like .it. At. All.
So much for curling up into a small, forgotten ball… But seriously, I'm going to consider you a child of Aphrodite-a snobby, one, not one like Silena- If you think, for one, underworldified moment, that I should enjoy the popularity and dance around with the joy of it. I really, really, really hope that some random god or goddess listens to my prayers of the popularity ending, but noo, I just have to save Percyagain, now, don't I? of course I do!
And not from a lightning bolt, but from a giant, evil, titan-infested, enchilada-loving satyr named Grover.
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Carystus
FanfictionI've always wanted that same father-son relationship that the other campers have (even if their parents are gods) But maybe its too much to ask when I'm Chions son?
