The Champion {Book One} (Percy Jackson Fanfiction)

Dirt Face

Percy's P.o.V.

"Sooooo, about the Golden Fleece," Leo started. "How the heck do we track it down?"

"Easy," Clarisse mumbled as she threw her knife past Cammy's ear, who yelped. "Solution is, we don't have to." All the head counselors of each cabin muttered in confusion.

I sighed, rolling my eyes. "Look Clarisse, we are trying to be serious here and actually be useful." I scolded. "Why wouldn't we retrieve the Fleece? We don't need any more trouble after all." There were quiet conversations of agreement.

"After all, what?" Cammy asked, all heads turning to her attention.

She blushed looking down as Connor grinned, "Oh, right. Well princess, Camp Half-Blood got in a bit of a war-"

"BIT OF A WAR?!" Leo said.

"-with the earth goddess; mother of Titans, giants, Cyclops, and other weird monsters and stuff. Otherwise known as the least of our favorite goddesses, besides Hera, the one and only-"

"Dirt Face."

"-Gaea." Connor stopped at Leo's comment. "Dirt Face works, too."

Cammy laughed, with Leo and I doing the same. If felt pretty good after all our stressing lately.

"We must settle this problem later." Chiron said glumly. He clapped his hands and wore a fake smile, "Now, let us not forget our game of Capture the flag!" And with that, we walked in a single file line out of the Big House doors.

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Cammy's P.o.V.

Capture the flag wasn't my type of game. It looked like the Ares cabin was pretty pumped, Athena cabin were running all over the place muttering bits and parts of their team's plan, and all the other cabins seemed to enjoy the thought that each cabin was playing this round, yes, even Hypnos.

I studied the perimeter as I adjusted my chest plate. I bent down, slowly tying my Converse, a gift from Connor, that fluttered wildly, daring to take me for flight. I wonder if the Hermes cabin taught private lessons on 'how to properly control magical flying shoes'.

Suddenly, green smoke appeared at the ground, curling around my feet, but quickly retreated and disappeared. I looked up, only to find a girl about 19 hovering over me. She had frizzy red hair, a splash of freckles across her nose and face, dazzling green eyes, and wore a friendly smile.

"Hey! Heard you were new here, thought I'd just say hi, is all!" She offered me a hand.

I slowly extended mine, "O-oh. Hey, you're the oracle, right? Your name is-" I clasped my hand on hers and felt an icy pain.

I felt a strange knot form in the pit of my stomach and my eyes widened. Flashes of myself going to prom, walking down the aisle, at the hospital cradling a newborn, sitting on the porch of a just sold house with children playing in the yard as I held hands with someone. Connor?

He turned to me, he still had his same elfish features, but he was as handsome as ever all grown up. He spoke, 'I love you.' Then his eyes glowed green, the same color as the smoke that I witnessed earlier. Now he spoke in a raspy voice, 'You shall do as I command, or else.' I shot back, doubled over, and groaned in agony.

"Oh my gods!!" Rachel screeched. "Apollo cabin! Please, someone help!" She held me in her arms as she teared up. "I'm so sorry, I mess up everything I touch." She moaned, "Help, please!!"

I felt my breathing weaken and my thoughts mushed. 'You shall do as I command, or else,' it had said. Even in a vision, it had the power to flick me like a pest. Who or what could have done that?

Yellow spots danced around my eyes. "Rachel..Elizabeth..Dare."