Hey guys! I'm still kind of new to this whole website, and am still learning all these things, so if I put this note in the wrong spot, sorry L. I decided to change the way I write it a bit. Instead of it being from the view of the character, it'll be like, well, normal! Hope you enjoy!
The campfire was nothing like Jaden imagined it would be. The flames were different colours, so Jaden assumed it reflected the mood of the campers. He looked around. Everyone was happy, chattering, making smores. He noticed Chiron, the Camp Director, who was now sitting in a wheelchair, peering at him. Jaden smiled at him, but has soon as he did, Chiron quickly looked away, like Jaden was something dangerous. Jaden frowned, and looked over at Annabeth. She was sitting with three other campers. They were all around his age. One has close cropped golden hair. Another looked Cherokee, but she was beautiful. That last one looked almost Hispanic, with a mischievous grin on his face. Jaden looked down at the fire, frowning. Even among other Half-Bloods, he felt out of place.
He glanced at his hands and saw his mothers ring. She gave it to him, on her death bed. That memory was etched into the back of his eyelids. He still didn't know why she died, or who his father was. All she told him was that, the ring used to be his fathers, and he gave it to her before he left. It was black, with gold and blue swirling in it. He still didn't quite understand it, but he loved it.
"Jaden!" Annabeth calls over. Jaden looks up. She waves him over with a smile. Jaden smiles back and makes to get up. He starts to walk towards him, but everyone around him gasps, and points at him. He panicked. Did he do something wrong? Are they going to kick him out now? Jaden looked around, then up. Floating above his head was a symbol. A green trident surrounded by flames.
"What is that?" One camper shouts. Chiron's face drains of all colour in the firelight. Annabeth looks confused, and so does every other camper. Everyone but Chiron. Jaden takes a closer look at his symbol. "That's not Poseidon's symbol! ?" Someone shouts. Many faces change from curious, to suspicious. A couple even draw their weapons. Jaden backs up, into a large girl, who grabs him by the back of his neck.
"Where do you think you're going?" She asks, gruffly.
"Let go!" Jaden shouts, squirming. "I haven't done anything!"
Chiron sighs. "That symbol is the first I've seen in a long, long time."
"It's true. That trident is indeed not Poseidon's. It is anothers…a Roman symbol."
"A Roman!" Someone hisses. "What's with the flames?" Will Solace asks. Chiron sighs.
He climbs out of his chair and returns to his horse form. He trots over and Clarisse lets go. He looks down at Jaden, troubled. He takes Jaden arm, and raises it into the air, as if Jaden had just won something.
"May we all look upon this day, and never forget it!" he bellows. "Warriors! I give you," He shouts. "The son of Neptune!"
There is a stunned silence in which everyone stares at Jaden, like he's an interesting disease. He fidgets, then realizes something. "Hey wait!" He started. "Why is it Roman? I thought everyone one here is Greek?" Clarisse grunted, her lip curling. "They are." She glances over at Jason. "Well, almost everyone." Jaden frowns. "I'm not Roman. My mom is from California." Annabeth is crossing her arms, frowning. "Chiron, why do you say he's the son of Neptune?" Chiron grimaces. "Because, I know all the symbols of each god, off by heart. That is a Roman symbol, I guarantee it."
"Is there even a difference between Roman and Greek symbols?" Clarisse demands. Chiron nods, solemnly.
"What's up with his eyes?" An Apollo camper notes. Chiron turns and notes that Jaden's colourful eyes are storming.
"You're mom may be American, but what about your father?" Jake Mason says. Jaden drops to his log, and stares into the fire. Everyone starts to leave, knowing the campfire is over.
Chiron doesn't bother to tell him to go to his cabin. Jaden runs his fingers over his well worn ring, thinking about why a god wasn't sensitive enough to even visit.
Annabeth
Annabeth trudges to her cabin alone. She stops by the lake and breathes in. Another son of Poseidon. I wonder what Percy will think about having a brother. She thinks. She rubs her face, exhaling. "This is a disaster!" She suddenly screams to herself. All her frustration and anger swelling up.
"Well I'd say." A familiar voice laughs to the side. "Keep it down Annie, you're going to wake the whole camp!" Annabeth froze. She hadn't been called Annie since she was just a child, and ran away with Luke and Thalia. She turned her head slightly, her eyes widening. Leaning against the fence, with a mischievous grin on his scarred face, was Luke. Well, kind of Luke.
He glowed brightly, and if you stared hard enough, you could see through him. "Luke!" Annabeth stutters. Luke smiled, a bit sadly. "Don't look so surprised Annie. You're smart enough to realize that if the rift between the Underworld and the Mortal world is getting this thin, then more then monsters can come back."
Annabeth stares in shock, and realization dawns on her face. "Oh no. But…you're not exactly flesh and blood." Luke shook his head sadly.
"I don't have enough energy to do that yet. Besides…" Luke looked down, shame crossing his face. "I haven't paid my debt to the gods."
"What are you talking about?" Annabeth demanded. "If it wasn't for you, Kronos would have destroyed Western Civilization!"
Luke shook his head, smiling. "Annie, If it wasn't for me, Kronos wouldn't have gotten as strong as he did. At least, in my eyes, I haven't repaid my debt." Annabeth scowled. "What are you here for Luke?"
"To say sorry. And too warn you." Annabeth turned and frowned.
"What do you mean, warn me?" Luke's face became more agitated. "The barrier between our worlds is fading Annie." Luke's form shimmered, as he stared at the lake. "Many spirits in the Underworld are growing restless. It won't be long till the more powerful ones break free and rise up." Annabeth bit her bottom lip, frowning. She looks back towards where Jaden is sitting.
"This can't just be coincidence…" she muttered. Luke nodded his head. "It isn't. That kid has more powers than just a normal son of Poseidon." She cocked her head.
"What do you mean?" Luke raised his hands palm towards her. "Annie, I wish I could tell you, but then you'll try to change everything." She scowled. Luke stared in Jaden's direction. "The only thing I can do for now is prepare him. I'll teach him how to fight, but no one else must see me!"
"You can make yourself a mortal body?" Luke shook his head. "All I have to do is pour enough energy into the sword, so it will make contact." She frowned. "I don't know Luke…" He smiled, sadly. "Please Annie. I need to do this." With a sigh, she slowly nodded.
"Now get some sleep." He said, with a sly grin. She went to give him a hug, but passed through him. She shivered and looked back.
"Go on." He said, with a jerk of his head.
She started walking and looked back once she reached her cabin. Luke was standing at the edge of the lake, staring at the moon in envy.
Percy
He woke with a start. He looked around, panicking. The last he remember was staggering onto a beach. Dozens of teenagers rushed to him as he collapsed.
He slowly got up, and noticed he was wearing a purple t-shirt. He looked around, hoping to find someone he could talk to but no one was there. The cabin he was in, definitely looked familiar, but he had no idea why. Suddenly he had an urge to check is pocket. He reached in and pulled out a golden ballpoint pen. He didn't know why, but he had a feeling that it was very dear to him.
He uncapped it and it transformed into a three foot-long golden sword. "Rip-Tide." He said out loud. He capped it and it turned back into a normal pen. On the walls of the cabin were carvings of a god in a toga, with wings on his sandals. "Hermes." Percy said out loud.
"That's Mercury, kid." A gruff voice said. Percy turned and a buff guy, around his age stood at the doorway with his arms crossed.
"What am I doing here?" Percy blurted. The guy scowled. "We ask the questions here, kid. Who are you? How'd you get here?"
Percy grew agitated. "That's the thing! I don't know!" Bobby froze, glaring at him.
"You mean to tell me, that you don't know how you got into our camp? Are you stupid?" Percy grew angry. "My name is Percy Jackson, and I don't belong here! That's all I know, okay?" Bobby uncrossed his arms. "Fine. We'll knock some sense into you yet, kid." He cleared the distance between them quickly, and grabbed him by the scruff of the neck. Surprisingly, Percy didn't feel a thing, but didn't bother fighting back.
Bobby dragged him throughout the camp. Percy couldn't help feeling am little out of place and embarrassed. Kids different ages stared at him as he went by, but it wasn't a curious or friendly stare. He felt like they were assessing him. Finally Bobby shoved him in front of a magnificent mansion. On the porch sat a wolf. Percy slowly got up and eyed it cautiously.
"Caution is a sign of weakness." The wolf spoke, in a feminine voice. Percy stepped back stunned.
"Do you know who I am?" Percy frowned and cocked his head. "Lupa." The answer came to his lips easily. The wolf nodded. "Yes. Do you know who you are?" Percy stood to his full height.
"I am Percy Jackson." The wolf stared at him. "Is that all you know?" Percy flushed. He nodded. A girl rushed from inside the house, and stared at him. Percy couldn't help but notice that she was indeed beautiful. "Does he know anything about Jason?" She demanded. "Patience, child." Lupa soothed.
"Reyna, this is Jason we're talking about. Wherever he is, he's probably kicking some intense monster butt!" Bobby said. A flash of irritation crossed Reyna's features. "Whatever. So has this kid been claimed yet?"
"He already has been. Long ago." Lupa said. Reyna frowned. "Who's his parent then?"
"Hmm, I'll keep that secret for now. At least until he has proven himself." Bobby smiled, grimly in the background.
"Take him, you two. Train him. Test him. And don't hold back on this one."
