The Lightning Thief - Something's been Stolen

I HAVE A PLAN

 Sorry it took so long!!! :)

It’s funny how fast people can find out why you are covered in toilet water. As I lead Percy to the canoeing lake, where he would be able to find his way back to the Hermes cabin, I got a lot of strange looks from my fellow campers. They would point at me and Percy and murmur something about toilet water.

I showed him several more places, like the metal shop, this was swarmed with Hephaestus kids. The arts-and-crafts room, where satyrs were making a statue of the Great God Pan. I showed him the climbing wall, which he seemed awed about. Typical.

When we were finished, I took him back to the lake. I was still pretty annoyed at him.

“I’ve got training to do; dinner’s at seven-thirty. Just follow your cabin to the mess hall”

He recognized my face. “Annabeth, I’m sorry about the toilets.”

I just replied with, “Whatever.” As if he was sorry. He made it happen. I don’t know how, but he did. It could have been a freak accident with lightning or something. But I was sceptical.

“It wasn’t my fault.” Newbie argued. I almost snorted. I gave him an unconvinced look, and was satisfied when he looked doubtful. But I was still secretly awed by his powers.

“You need to talk to the Oracle” I announced.

Naturally, he replied with, “what?”

“Not who. What. The Oracle. I’ll ask Chiron.” I was secretly satisfied when he looked confused again. He stared into the lake for a while, until I noticed his expression changing into a startled one. I looked into the lake to see what he was startled about. When I saw them, I realized that he had probably never seen a Naiad before. The Naiads waved at the new boy, as usual. As if on cue, Percy did what every boy does on their first time of meeting Naiads. He waved back at them, looking uncertain.

I scowled at them. They were almost as flirty, and as annoying as the Aphrodite campers. “Don’t encourage them,” I told Percy in a cautionary tone. “Naiads are terrible flirts.” To boys who have no other decency than to flirt back, I thought.

“Naiads” Percy muttered, looking tired and confused. “That’s it. I want to go home now.”

Why doesn’t he get it? “Don’t you get it, Percy? You are home. This is the only safe place on earth for kids like us”

He scowled. “You mean, mentally disturbed kids?”

“I mean not human. Not totally human, anyway. Half-human”

“Half-human and half-what?”

“I think you know.”

Percy got a far-away look in his eyes. He’s trying to fight it, I thought.

“God” He declared. “Half-god”

I nodded. “You father isn’t dead, Percy. He’s one of the Olympians”

Percy looked so bewildered; I felt a twinge of sympathy for him. “That’s… crazy.”

I sighed. “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 past few millennia?”

Percy frowned. “But those are just-” He caught himself. “But if all the kids here are half-gods-”

“Demigods” I corrected. “That’s the official term, Or half-bloods”