Authors Note: Eh. Something just as a side project. This would've been the main character of my first Percy Jackson fanfic. But, I decided against it. So, he'll get a one shot. I might, make it a series of one-shots showing diffrent parts of his life. You know, if it's well recieved. Uh.. If you would like me to continue, Drop me a review? Maybe, tell me a topic you'd like to see and I'll approach it. Anyway, enough of this, tell me if you love it or not.
Darkness
Camp Half-Blood
He hated it here but, couldn't help but to love it at times. Like every other camp in the world, it had its ups and downs. Most of the people inside the camp were cocky because they had high class gods as parents. Others were always complaining about how, there parents never got the true respect they deserved.
But, he wasn't anything like that. He knew who his father was. Secretly, he had always known. They way he dressed and for that matter acted gave it away. Even if most people chose to ignore it and always say he was a child of Hades.
That was never the case, in his mind. Children of Hades were normally pale and had an interesting dark passion that showed in their eyes. He wasn't pale and passion was something he thoroughly lacked.
He could sometimes understand why people would confuse him for one of Hades' children. He normally wore nothing more than a pair of black jeans and maybe a black shirt or jacket. He would wear a sweater vest on occasion. He had a strange thing for sweater vest. Nerdy but, classy he would say.
But, Hades was out of the question for being his father. Hades was king of the underworld, God of the dead and death for that matter.
The underworld thing was the first problem. The children of Hades had a strange tendency to smell like death, the underworld, and limestone. He smelled nothing like that but, he did have his own scent. It was a cooling scent some might say.
The second thing that separated him from the zombie children was that he couldn't tell when someone had died. Hell, he could barely tell the difference between when someone was sleeping and when they were truly dead. He had to talk his way out of a lot of situations because of that fact.
Final reason and this to him was the most important reason. He could never- and for that matter will never be able to summon an army of bones and mud to help him fight.
Though, he didn't need any help in a fight. He mostly steered clear but, when it came down to it. He could go blow for blow with most people at camp- except the Ares cabin. They freaked him out. They acted more like savage pigs than people.
People often wondered who his parent was. If they paid any real attention to him as a person, it would've been obvious.
He rested quietly underneath the tree, which rested a few feet away from the large bank of water inside camp. He would've gone out to join the other children in their frivolous games. But, the sun disagreed with him in every since of the word.
That and after the much hated release of the books about creatures that lead people to believe he was a vampire.
"Real vampires do not sparkle."
He couldn't help but snarl quietly to himself. Being compared to something like that. He exhaled gently, and glanced around. He was getting looks again. Chiron had told him that, he should try and socialize. But, he didn't listen- he never listened.
"Gavin, shouldn't you be learning about Greek history?"
His eyes half opened as he glanced at the figure that rested outside his sanctum of shadows under the tree. He couldn't help but give a faint smirk. One of the few people at camp, he couldn't stand. He didn't like being bothered, not during the day at least. It irritated him for some reason.
"Not sure, shouldn't you be off with that Jackson kid?"
Annabeth Chase, daughter of the goddess of wisdom: Athena glared at him. She was simply trying to be helpful. He didn't have to be an ass about it. She turned on her heels and stormed off.
He groaned to himself. One thing he knew about himself, he could be a real asshole without really trying. He closed his eyes back.
"I'll apologize later." He told himself. Though, he wasn't sure if he meant it.
He could hear the giggles of the Aphrodite cabin, working on a love potion or something more than likely. The grunts of the Ares cabin as they clashed swords. And last, the overly annoying sounds of the poetic sayings of the Apollo cabin.
Though, you'd have to be deaf to call what they did 'poetry'. The sounds of camp began to slowly work away at his brain. He exhaled. Maybe if he ate something, it would help calm him down.
He closed his eyes and allowed the shadows to swallow his body. He'd done this plenty of times. The shadows had now completely wrapped around him and he was sinking fast. His body disappeared within the shadow of the large tree. As if he was never there.
He rose up from the shadows that rested in the lining of the mess hall. He stepped out, startling a few campers here and there. He grabbed an apple from a large platter followed by allowing a cup of black coffee formed in front of him.
He turned once he had everything in his hands and made his way towards the door. The sun was starting to set down. He couldn't help but allow a dark smile to form on his lips. It was almost the time of one of his favorite goddess.
Nyx was her name. The goddess of the night, she had a lot in common with his father. He walked through the door of the cafeteria. He was okay with walking through public at this point. It was darker than it had been.
His body shifted as he headed towards his favorite spot. The illustrious big house, he had to do it quietly or else he'd be caught by the lovely Dionysus. It didn't take much for him to get to the top of the big house. It was like second nature to him now. He'd been doing it for almost a year.
He sighed and sat down taking a well deserved bite of his apple. He gave a low yawn as the sun set down behind the horizon. Now, it was time for his favorite part of the day: night. He raised his free hand gently and watched as a faint mist swirled around his form.
He couldn't be caught that easily. He watched quietly as the stars began to light up the night sky. He had a thing for astronomy. He sighed out and glanced down at the ground.
Tomorrow would be a new day. Maybe, just maybe he'd apologize to Annabeth. As of now though, he was going to watch the stars. And think about his life and where in the name of Hades he was going.
But, through and through one real thing would remain constant. He was a child of Erebus. And, that was something that would never change. All in all, he had to admit. He did enjoy camp a little more than he put on.