Percy was practicing his teleporting like powers in the strawberry fields, while I was trying to grow said fruit. He was teleporting from one end of the fields to the other without smashing any of the plants, it seemed like, because every time he did he cursed quietly. After a few minutes of this, he gave up and picked up a jug of water, and I have no idea where he got that from. Must be a Hermes thing. I was about to ask what he was planning on doing with the jug of water, when Percy teleported again.

Instead of Percy on the other side of the field with a thing of water, the son of Hermes was standing on top of another plant of strawberries with his hands held up in the air like he was holding something. The jug of water made a thud sound as it not only killed a plant, but landed somewhere in between where Percy started and where he ended. "Half way. Not bad." The son of Hermes said to himself staring at where the jug landed.

Fed up, I got up from sitting on the ground, turned towards Percy and growled, "Why are you here?"

The green-eyed boy turned to me with wide eyes and answered. "I thought someone told you that demigods come here as a safe place away from monsters and to train. I'm one of those demigods."

"I meant," I said through gritted teeth, "why are you practicing here, and not the arena or training grounds like a normal demigod?"

"Neh. They don't have a way to tell if I'm improving or not."

"Really?" I ask as I slowly walk closer to him.

Percy shrugged his shoulders. "Yeah."

Finally, in touching distance, I say in a low voice, "Then I'll give you something to practice for."
"Wha-?" The green-eyed demigod doesn't get to finish. I put my hand onto his face, covering his mouth and one eye. I watch as his green eyes turn from focused on me to a fearful haze, as my powers start to take effect. I step back, watching Percy's head move quickly from side to side and body going into a defensive position.

Percy starts to do odd looking jumps backwards, almost like he's trying to dodge something. On his last jump, a root from the strawberry plant trips him, making the son of Hermes fall onto his back. Instead of getting up though, he just crawls away. I'm about to turn to leave him, when I hear a snapping sound. Looking over my shoulder, I see my father, Dionysus. He must have snapped his fingers. The god looks over at me, then back at Percy, who's slowly getting up off the ground. "I think Peter Johnson here has learned his lesson and never practice here again."

"It's Percy Jackson, sir." Percy mumbled. Dionysus glared at the son of Hermes. "But yes, I'll never use the fields as a place to practice again." He quickly got out before running off. We watched him leave, before my father turned towards me.

I wasn't expecting anything from him. Even though he's the camp counselor, he still can't really interact with his kids. Old laws can't easily be broken just because you are being punished. I understood that, and had to live with that. It wasn't always easy to be able to see and interact with your father, when you can't even act like family, but I guess I have it better than others. Some have never even seen their godly parent, let alone be able to have a conversation with them. So, I was shocked to have a gentle hand rest on the top of my head, and a sincere "Good job." Before I know it, it was over and Dionysus was walking away as if nothing happened. I smiled after him.