AN: Ok. So this is my first fanfiction. That means the beginning chapters here will probably suck, but bear with me. By the way, I don't own Percy Jackson, Rick Rioran does. If I did own it, I would be reading House of Hades. Enjoy!
Aww yes…summer. A season where kids celebrate the end of the school year (napping in class is hard and boring work!), and adults relax on their porches drinking margaritas and smoothies. Fireworks and parties happen often this time of season, giving everyone something to look forward to everyday. Plants and crops grow well in the summer sun, so the farmers' market is doing plentiful.
Times are slightly different at a certain camp on Long Island Sound in New York. Sure, there were fireworks and parties. Sure there were crops growing well and kids celebrating the end of the school year.
But there are differences. There were sword fighting and archery contests. Capture the Flag games are held once every month. Kids are stealing and pulling pranks (cough *Stoll brothers* cough), and couples were making out at the bottom of a lake. Oh, and there is also…
RRROOOOAAAARRRR! …monsters attacking the campers. Perfectly good summer camp stuff.
The campers looked up to Half-Blood Hill, startled by the noise. On the hill, a satyr was trying to lead a new camper into the safe borders of camp, but the demigod tripped. The demigod stood up to face…what the heck is this?
It looked like a giant brown ant with a scorpion tail and a bear face. Each of its six legs sprouted poisonous hairs that provide both self-defense and a VERY strong need for deodorant. The monster towered over the tripped demigod like it was about to eat Half-Blood Hamburgers.
Before it could feast, a boy with black hair and sea-green eyes (You should know who this is) slashed at the beast with a celestial-bronze sword. The sword bounced harmlessly off of the ant's armor, and the ant whirled on him. It seemed to say, Really? I was going to eat!
The scorpion tail struck down on the demigod. If the demigod wasn't wearing armor, the attack would have broken the demigod's skull. Fortunately, he was wearing a helmet. Unfortunately, his helmet split in two parts.
The demigod who tripped slowly tried to creep away as the demigod and the monster fought each other. By the time the crawling demigod was over the border, the fighting demigod hit the monster in a soft spot. Really though, this soft spot can hurt anyone. Ouch that must've hurt! The demigod put a cap on his sword tip and the sword shrunk into a pen. The demigod went over to the new kid.
"Hey buddy. You didn't get injured did you?" the older demigod asked.
And this is how Camp Half-Blood starts summer.