Child of lightning-Percy Jackson x reader-Book one

Got some answers but now I'm more confused than before

The next few days I settled into a routine that felt almost normal, if you don't count the fact that I was getting lessons from satyrs, nymphs, and a centaur.

Each morning I took Ancient Greek from Annabeth, and we talked about the gods and goddesses in the present tense, which was kind of weird. It just made it weirder that my 'teacher' was only a few months older than me. I discovered Annabeth was right about me and Percy's dyslexia: Ancient Greek wasn't that hard for me to read. At least, no harder than English. I figured I could now say I was bilingual so if anything I got that out of it all. After a couple of mornings, I could stumble through a few lines of Homer without too much headache.

The rest of the day, I'd rotate through outdoor activities, looking for something I was good at. Lets just say that was a lot harder than you'd think. Chiron tried to teach me and Percy archery. I was decent at it I guess, It almost felt like I was cheating though. Like the wind was carrying the arrow all on its own. But in the end the bow just seemed too big and uncomfortable in my hands to get any amazing shots. No offence to Percy but he was pretty garbage at it, so we moved on from that pretty quickly. Luckily Chiron didn't complain, even when he had to desnag a stray arrow out of his tail.

Foot racing was next, sadly neither of us were very good at that one. It seemed like that weird twilight zone thing I do didn't come out whenever I want it to yet. I couldn't tell if that was a good thing or not. I was actually kinda scared of how people would react, as far as I could tell it was not exactly normal. People already stared at me and Percy enough, you know?

Then we had wrestling? And in a lack of nicer words I sucked. Every time I got on the mat, Clarisse would pulverize me.

"There's more where that came from, little punk," she'd mumble in my ear.

I guess being under 5 foot tall didn't help in this case.

Percy was actually scary good at canoeing. But I guess in his mind that wasn't the kind of heroic skill people expected to see from the kid who had beaten the Minotaur. At this point I would have even took having knitting as my skill. At least that would be better than nothing.

I knew the senior campers and counselors were watching Percy and I. I'm sure he felt it too. All of them trying to decide who our dads were, but they definitely weren't having an easy time of it. I wasn't as strong as the Ares kids, or as good at archery as the Apollo kids. I didn't have Hephaestus's skill with metal work or—gods forbid— Dionysus's way with vine plants. Luke told me I might be a child of Hermes, a kind of jack-of-all-trades, master of none. It kinda made sense I guess. I wasn't terrible at anything, I just wasn't very good. But I got the feeling he was just trying to make me feel better. He really didn't know what to make of me either.

Despite all that, I liked camp. Well I don't know if like was the right word, I tolerated it. I got used to the morning fog over the beach, the smell of hot strawberry fields in the afternoon, even the weird noises of monsters in the woods at night. I would eat dinner with Percy and the rest of cabin eleven, scrape part of my meal into the fire, and try to feel some connection to my real dad. Nothing came. Percy said he felt a kind of warm feeling so that's good I suppose. At least he might find out who his dad is. I tried not to think too much about Sally but I kept wondering: if gods and monsters were real, if all this magical stuff was possible, surely there was some way to save her, to bring her back....

I started to understand Luke's bitterness and how he seemed to resent his father, Hermes. So okay, maybe gods had important things to do, they are gods after all. But couldn't they call once in a while? Dionysus could make Diet Coke appear out of thin air. Why couldn't my dad, whoever he was, make a phone appear?

By far the thing I hated most about camp was that it never rained. As stupid as it might seem the sound of lightning always comforted me. Now almost everything I've ever known is gone and I can't even get that.