Percy Jackson and the Victory
Being a half-blood can be weird-and I mean weird. All of the strange and risky quests and activities make me wonder why I enjoy it so much. I mean, not everyone can say that they've battled hundreds of evil monsters and power-hungry gods and titans, or that they helped save the world, even.
Trust me; there aren't many half-bloods that can admit to that.
After I turned sixteen, I knew I was in for it: there had been a huge prophecy involving a child of the Big Three: namely the gods Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades. Any one of these gods' children, once aged sixteen, would basically be the maker-or-breaker of the world. Honestly, I was not a real happy camper after hearing that. Literally.
You see, all half-bloods-or children of a mortal parent, plus a god or goddess-are sent to a camp specially suited for their needs. We have chariot races, sword fighting, archery, and stuff like that. It's one of the safest places a half-blood can be, period.
Camp is where I learned how to use Riptide, my sword that is disguised as a pen and lands in my pocket whenever I don't need to use it. It's also where I've met some of my closest friends. Really, there's almost never a dull day at this camp…
Easily enough, Camp Half-Blood has got to be the most exciting place I've stayed at. For a normal person, slaying monsters and talking to the gods are not on their daily schedules, last time I checked. But there's probably almost nothing as surprising as what happened last summer.
It all began when I was settling down, just about ready to go to bed. All of the sudden I began to shiver, feeling a chill on my spine. There was a tiny voice in my head, telling me that I could never succeed. Then my mind went blank, just like that. I had no idea what the ominous tone was talking about, so I ignored it, expecting it to never bother me again. Of course, that was a dumb thing to think of.
I lay down on my bed, slowly running tomorrow's schedule through my head once more: loads of intense sword training. I grinned to myself and gently dozed off. You remember how demigods have creepy dreams, practically all the time? Well, that was how you could describe that night.
I was in an open arena, facing a crowd of at least one thousand. They were expressing looks of terror in my direction. I, of course, had no idea what was coming. Suddenly an explosion of mist clouded the air around me, the haze pulling me closer to the center of the stadium. Then, a young-looking woman with short brown hair and burning amber eyes stepped out of the dusty halo. She glared at me in triumph.
The woman kept staring. "Look at this imbecile. Diminutive, weak, good-for-nothing son of Poseidon. I was expecting greater things from the object of the prophecy of the Big Three from the year before," she cackled indignantly. The lady stopped abruptly, eyeing me with hate. I gulped as I noticed how she was wearing a huge battle suit, and how I was in the usual t-shirt and jeans. I may be pretty stupid, but I knew that I was in no shape to take her on.
My senses told me that she was no mortal, because you could see that in her eyes and the way in which she carried herself. I decided that she must've been a goddess. I was struggling to remember exactly who she was, if only Annabeth were with me…she knew about these things…
My mind decided to go blank again at that point. I woke up, my heart racing as if I had just run a mile. It was a bit early to get dressed and ready, so I just huddled in a corner of my room, alone and confused. Who was that goddess, and what did she want from me…?