A Prophecy of Two Boys

Chapter 21

Chapter 21

Percy's Point of View

We were standing in a sopping wet bathroom. We might have accidentally forgotten about Annabeth when I exploded the plumbing, or perhaps some part of us had wanted to get back at her a little for her questioning about our parents. Either way, she had ended up just as wet as the other girls that had been trying to stick our head down the toilet. Admittedly, Annabeth hadn't been knocked to the floor under the force of the water like the others, but that was a minor detail.

Annabeth was staring at us in shock, long after the other girls had taken a strategic retreat, vowing vengeance. As we walked towards her I banished the water from under our feet so that our shoes wouldn't get wet.

"How in Hades did you…" Annabeth said. I winked at her.

"A wizard never reveals his secrets, madam."

Before the blond could reply, we walked outside and were met with a group of gawking campers. Clarisse was out there, growling at anyone who so much as looked at her. Her dripping hair hung in matted locks and her camo jacket stunk of sewage. At the sight of us she put on a death glare. I don't think we'd ever received a more hate-filled look, not even from the Gryffindors.

"You're dead, Newbie, you hear me? You are dead."

Unperturbed, we raised an eyebrow at her. "Once you've quite finished with the death-threats, may we have a formal introduction?"

A few of the campers laughed at the dumb-struck look on Clarisse's face. She utterly shocked that we actually wanted to know who she was. Annabeth walked up behind us, giving us a curious and puzzled look. She also looked frustrated, like she couldn't quite work us out.

"I'm Clarisse La Rue, daughter of Ares, God of War. Now your number one enemy in camp. Well done, newbie, you just annoyed the one cabin that you really don't want to annoy." Clarisse announced with a small smirk.

We smiled pleasantly. "Nice to meet you, Clarisse. I'm Percy Potter. And unfortunately for you, we have a water affinity. Next time try trapping us in a pit. It might actually work for a small amount of time."

Clarisse grinned at the idea. Then she laughed, hitting us on the back. We stumbled forward under the heavy blows. "You know, Potter, I might just come to like you."

Annabeth led us away from the crowd, showing us a few more places, such as the metal shop (where you could forge your own sword!), the arts-and-crafts room (where we discovered a group of satyr's sandblasting a massive statue of a goat-man - Pan), and the climbing wall (which could both throw boulders and spray lava at you while it shook violently as you attempted to scale it. So awesome!)

Apparently word spread quickly round camp, because we received a lot of pointing fingers and heard several murmurs about toilet water. The other option was that they were just staring at a soaked Annabeth, but we very much doubted that.

We were abandoned at the canoe lake by Annabeth, who claimed she had training to do.

"Dinner's at seven-thirty. All you need to do is follow your cabin down to the mess hall."

With those delightful parting words, Annabeth ran off, leaving us staring into the clear, clean waters of the lake. At the bottom of the lake we noticed several teenage girls sitting cross-legged under the pier. They wore blue jeans and green T-shirts. Their long brown hair floated around their shoulders as they wove baskets. One of them noticed us looking at them, and grinned, waving at us as if we were long-lost-friends. Curious about them, we jumped straight in off the pier, and sat down among them. We summoned a bubble round our mouth in an imitation of the bubble-head charm.