The Only Gods That Cares About Their Kids.

My aunt and the Hermes kids trying to make a homemade bomb

After my little run-in with the cyclops, I didn't feel like exploring anymore so I went back to camp half-blood. I sneaked past the barrier of camp like I did many times before and walked straight up to my best friend Jacob as if I was there the whole time.

"So what's happening?" I noticed that he was staring at something.

"Well the Hermes kids are trying to blow up Apollo's cabin but they don't know how to make bombs and of course, the Hephaestus kids won't help them. So right now they're watching a how to make home bombs video on YouTube. Let's just say that there have been some tiny explosions" Jacob said, pointing to each group as he talked about them. When he finished speaking a huge explosion came from Hermes' kids. Nearly knocked my shoes off. " Like I said little," Jacob added.

"Gods they're stupid" I half-whispered to Jacob.

"Hey that is what Ava said," he said, punching me then he slowly retracted his fist away from me. "Do you care to explain why your clothes are soaking wet?"

"I'll explain later," I said, running away from him. Kind of forgot I was still drenched from the earlier battle.

I went to my cabin, it was basically designed for me in mind. There was a skateboard on the wall that I never used, a bunch of art supplies I don't draw, and the picture book of my childhood that I don't look at. Like I said really honed into who I am as a person. Can't complain though I mean when the goddess of architecture Is your mother your room is going to definitely be made in her image.

I laid in my bed staring at the ceiling contemplating changing my clothes. Luckily, my parents aren't here today. I mean they're not bad parents but they always talk about their adventures. Like when mom almost died from sirens or when she almost died from being kidnapped or when she almost died from this spider lady. Mom tends to get herself in a lot of situations where she falls too. Like she falls off a boat, then falls off a cliff, then falls into Tartarus. Dad doesn't really like talking about his side of the story, he's very modest in that aspect but what did you expect he is the god of loyalty. Yet, if he was to talk about how much he hates Zeus and if it was all written down it would probably be a five hundred novel book series. Like the encyclopedia. I only had at least five minutes of pure quiet until someone started knocking on my door.

"Lunchtime!" Screamed someone from the other side. I opened my door to see my 20-year-old aunt Estelle. She looks exactly like my Dad just with blue eyes and a scary poker face.

"Oh didn't know you were volunteering in camp this year," I said to her with a taste of sarcasm in my throat. She remained unfaced as the sister of Percy Jackson; she can handle anyone who's sarcastic.

"Oh stop acting like I didn't see you leave camp and see you come back in. I am in charge of you until Percy gets back from his little meeting with the other Gods" right quick explanation, as you just heard my father is having a meeting with the other gods. Which wouldn't be unusual if it wasn't for the fact that my parents are usually the camp directors. My mom is also out and she is right now rebuilding Rome? Usually, Estelle volunteers during summer so she can spend time with her older brother and me because we are around the same age. She's just four years older than me and now she's babysitting me. My dad has a meeting, my mom's building in Rome and it's the middle of summer. I think that covers it.

"Sorry?" I said quietly.

"Sorry? you're lucky I don't have a bat on me so I can hit you to death" did I forget to mention her choice of weapon is a bat? Half of it is because she plays softball, the other half is because when she was eight and was home alone with Percy she opened the door to a monster, she grabbed the nearest thing which was a bat. From that moment on the whole family knew she had the gift her mother had. She could see through the mist. Which is cool I guess from a demigod standpoint but from a mortal standpoint many people think she's crazy and I don't blame them. I smiled up at her again. She just frowned at me, grabbed my ear and dragged me to the dining hall.