Poseidon's Sons

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A/N: Disclaimer as usual, Rick Riordan owns everyone except Erin, Nate, Brandin and Louis. This is going to be short; it's also the last chapter from Nate's POV.

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~Nate's POV~ (A/N this is a normalish occurrence, less likely then a Annabeth or Erin POV, but still likely)

"I HAVE A OLDER BROTHER!!" Percy screams as he runs around the Poseidon Cabin.

"You sound like a little kid," I grumble. He sticks his tongue out; he's so immature. "Percy, calm down, I just want to unpack my stuff."

"Fine." My new half-brother grabs my backpack and starts trying to help me put my things where they belong. "You can put all your photos over here, dang Nate, you have a lot." Percy hands me all the photos I grabbed from my house. I flip through them, most of them are of Erin and I, some have Brandon, Louis and I.

"Well, Percy, I happen to enjoy photos of the people I care about." Carefully, I place two framed photos on my nightstand. The first of Erin and I, the second is two pictures in one frame. It's a photo of Brandon, Louis and I as kids and another taken this year. Erin took it on Brandon's 19 birthday.

"Are those the kids you came here with?" He asks, motioning to the pictures.

"Yeah, I've known them since I was a little kid."

"What about the girl, Erin?"

"She's my girlfriend, and I swear if anyone hurts her-" I begin.

"Nate, she's with my Annabeth. No one is going to touch her, not with Wisegirl's death glare!" He laughs, I feel a little better. I still want to see her though. A conch horn sounds. "That's the dinner horn, come on big bro." He slaps a hand around me and opens the door and leads me out. I see Erin with the blonde from before, she seems fine. I begin to scan the sea of orange-shirted campers for Brandon and Louis. Hopefully, they've had a good time up to now.

A/N: Sorry this was short and crappy. It's getting late and I have school tomorrow, so I'll make this short.

Bye Owlets,

-Kiki

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