Disclaimer: I do not own Rick Riordan's series Percy Jackson or any of the characters.
Look, I didn't ask to be a half-blood, and when I say half-blood I don't mean the half god sort.. I suppose you already know about camp half-blood and camp jupiter. The useless demigods living there don't stand a chance against us! Or so I thought. When I say us, I am referring to the children of the titans. We were born to fight the demi-gods.. especially the one they call, Percy Jackson. You know his story, now it is time you know ours.
If you're reading this fanfiction because you think you might be one of us, my advice; close this webpage immediately! Just believe whatever lie your mum or dad told you about your birth, and try to live a normal life because being a half-blood is risky and unpredictable. It's scary. Most of the time, it gets you killed in very nasty ways.
But of course, if you're a normal kid, reading this because you think it's fiction, great! Read on. I honestly envy you for being able to believe that none of this ever happened.
Yet, if you recognise yourself in this text - if you feel something stirring inside - stop reading at once. You might be one of us. And once you know, it's only a matter of time before they find you.. Don't say I didn't warn you.
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My name is Dylan Smith, I am 14 years old and the son of Oceanus. Yeah you heard me right, son of a titan, not a god.
We train at a camp called camp Titanos and instead of wasting our time learning how to use weapons, how to climb rock walls and learn what the difference is between a god and a monster. We spend our time at camp Titanos learning how to harness the power of our titan parent and use it to fight the gods and their children. We don't need to learn how to use a weapon anyway, most of us were born with a talent for a particular weapon.. well, most of us...
Camp Titanos is located in northern Greece on the very tip of Mount Titanos, the mountain parallel to mount Olympus. The campers here are usually children of; Uranus, Kronus, Oceanus, Hyperion, Mnemosyne, Coeus and Prometheus.
Demi-Gods are usually born with ADHD and dyslexia whilst half-bloods are usually born with ADHD and anger issues. So as you can imagine, the campers at camp Titanos can cause a lot of havoc! Anyway, enough of the history lesson, over to my current situation.
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I dodged a vicious swipe of my opponent's sword by inches. He was about 9 years old. Engraved on the ragged hilt of his sword was the symbol of his father, Hyperion, a golden, glowing sun. I parried as he yet again lunged towards me with his sword and shielded my eyes as the boy shot a beam of light towards me with his free hand. Although he was young and could not control his powers properly, that sudden blast of light was enough to catch me off guard. My feet buckled and a droplet of perspiration fell onto the tip of my nose. I knew I was going to lose this battle, I always did.
As I stumbled, he took the opportunity to strike and a stinging sensation shot up my arm. It was at these moments I wished most that I knew how to control my father's powers. I howled and lunged at him with my clunky sword. Yet, being the clumsy person I am, I missed and toppled to the ground with a thump. I watched helplessly as my sword skidded through the white sand of the arena floor and into the river, sparkling in the sunlight. The water engulfed my sword, leaving small ripples on the surface. I sighed in defeat... My brown hair now a mess and my arms covered in blood and dirt.
The Hyperion campers in the stands began to cheer and shouted advice to their half brother who was now towering over me, the muscles around his mouth tense, his mouth a hard, straight line. The crowd of campers in their designated stands watched eagerly, waiting to see what we would do.
I exhaled, I was defenseless, but the battle had not ended yet! To end the battle, your opponent had to either; end up outside the arena, stay on the ground for more than 15 seconds, or give up and agree that their opponent had won. But, I would not give up that easily..
Suddenly, a crazy idea formed in my head. It was my only hope and last opportunity to avoid my opponent's attack. I knew there was a 90% chance that it wouldn't work. I had tried several times, and failed.
As the small boy sprung towards me with his sword held high above his head, I closed my eyes and let the power of the river flow free. I let go of all my worries and frustration. I did exactly as my teacher had told me, "when close to your power source, image it in all 5 senses [see, hear, taste, smell, feel]." I felt the icy cool current of the river flowing, I could taste the saltiness of the water, I could see the ripples grow, then fade away, shrinking into nothing. The more I thought, the stronger these feelings became. The smell of salt almost became overwhelming.
Suddenly, I felt as if I were dunked in a pool of icy water and I could feel myself dripping wet. I opened my eyes to see a stunned son of Hyperion gawking at me with wide eyes. His sword was still held tightly in his hand but he didn't dare move. His blade was inches away from my chest.
Despite the fact that I was drenched and shivering, I grinned madly and shot a wave of icy water right at the boy. I had done it! I could control my father's powers! The impact of the wave I had created tossed my opponent just in front of the red line that indicated the end of the arena. My enthusiasm faded and I growled in frustration. The crowd oohed and aahed. If only he took one more step backwards, past the red line, I would have won!
I stared at the him in disbelief! But then, as I pulled myself up, readying myself for a huge blow, the boy tumbled backwards and fell past the line! My eyes widened in shock as I realised what that meant. I really had won! He glared at me, fuming, drenched like me, his fists clenched in tight balls causing his knuckles to turn white. He was probably embarrassed by the fact that he had been beaten by a Oceanus kid.
My mouth fell open in amazement and I stared at my hands, not able to believe what I had just done. I was sitting in a patch of muddy water, dripping wet and shivering. I had learnt to create water, but I still had to learn how to get rid of it.
At that moment an explosion of cheers and boos erupted from the crowd of half-bloods sitting in the stands. I shivered and smiled weakly, shaking the remaining droplets of water off me. My best friend Walter, also a son of Oceanus, raced out of the stands and helped me to my feet. Silver spots flickered as I stood up with jelly legs and trudged back to the Oceanus stand. The stand was painted a rich, deep blue colour to represent our father, who was literally the unending stream of water encircling the world. My half brothers and sisters patted me on the back and congratulated me as I took my seat and waited to watch the next fight.
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Iapteus, our camp director stood up to the microphone. His booming voice a little muffled by his shaggy, brown beard. Everyone in the arena fell silent as soon as Iapetus spoke through the loud speakers.
"Oceanus cabin! 50 points are awarded to you!" My whole cabin erupted in cheer and shouts of glee. Iapetus is the titan of mortal life and was assigned the job of camp director by his mother, Gaea. He was to watch us half-titans and make sure we were training properly. Many other sons and daughters of Gaia's were assigned the job of teaching us.
"The next battle is about to commence!" All the campers whispered to each other in delight and excitement as they looked around, wondering which cabins would be competing next.
"Two cabin members will battle ferociously for the opportunity to win the Titanos cup!" Roared Iapetus, incredibly excited about the fights as usual. Everyone anxiously waited for their camp director to announce who the next battle would be against.
"The Kronus cabin VS. the Coeus cabin! Time Vs intelligence!" The two cabins erupted in cheer and battle cries. Everyone knew who was going win this round...
Thanks for reading. Check out my profile for the link to my blog. It has a map of camp and some more info on the story and the titans :)