Initiation
Salutations, I am Felicia son of Artemis, born and raised in the drainpipe of Olympus. When I was a young buffalo boy, I lost my mother's piano and she scorned me for 14 long years. After my imprisonment period, I oozed my way down to Percy Jackson's apartment. There I found Poseidon in the bathtub, and I washed his back so tenderly. I still dream of the hours I spent, scrubbing and stroking his curly, rough back hair. I remember the scent of the ocean brine bath salts which we used to cleanse our bodies. I remember the warm and soapy bubbles. It was truly a tribute to the gods.
After my commune with the Ocean Lord, I called for Percy. My singsong soprano floated from the window and traveled miles to the ear canal of the young Jackson.I had no idea what I was doing, my mouth was moving on it's own, but I felt the yearning to scrub Percy's back. Finally, he came. Using steel wool and Tide detergent, I spent sixteen hours scrubbing his back and hair, despite his screams and yelps, for I knew they were of joy. All scrubbed to the bone, I clenched Percy's back hair in my fists, and started to tightly weave the hair into a tiny basket. Thus I practiced for the underwater basket weaving club taught by the water nymphs.I finished my masterpiece and I thrusted my face into the hair, basking in my artwork.
"Thor almighty!" cried Percy, who was thirteen. And then he beat me with the soap. And I loved it.
His mother came in and wrapped us in sports jackets, and sprinkled Kraft Mac and Cheese powder over us. This became our initiation.
I reached into the depths of my heritage of Artemis and unlocked the Wilderness mode, and transformed into a half bull half man. The Bullboy. Howling like a humpback whale I got on my knees and begged Percy to take me to Camp Half-Blood. Pretty please with crackers.
We boarded the back of young Annabeth and rode to camp.