chapter 3:

There it is, camp Half Blood.

It took him a long time to finally get there. Maybe because of the fact that he has to stop every 5 minutes to rethink his decision. But it is too late to turn back now. He needs to go for it. So, takes a deep breath, he walks inside the camp. But something is... off. The forest feels... hostile. The forest is filled with mythical creatures, somes are deadly, but he has never had this feeling before. Still, he continues walking down the path, pushes away his uneasy feeling...

After what's seemingly forever, the cabins start to appear. Gods, it has been months seen he last saw it. The cabins, the campers playing, training, the children of Hermes pranking the Ares cabin,...

Yeah, the good old days...

Suddenly, the whole camp goes silent. Campers start looking at him, whispers can be heard louder and louder. Ignores that, Percy forces his eyes to look straight, and walks toward the Athena cabin. Slowly, he reachs the door and knocks on it. Almost immediately, the door throws open. There stands Malcolm, Annabeth's half brother. He looks like he hasn't had a sleep for days. He has visible bags under his eyes, and he clearly hasn't changed his clothes for atleast 4 days. He yells:

"ANNABETH! WHERE HAVE YOU-"

He stops instantly when he sees who is standing there. Reluctantly, Percy asks:

"Hi. Uh, is Annabeth here-"

The sentence get cut by a punch right into his his face. Before Percy can understand, he falls backward and hits the back of his head. His ears fill with buzzing noises, but he's pretty sures that some campers are screaming. He quickly stands back on his foots just in time to meet another punch. This time though, he dodges it. In front of him, Malcolm has a murderous look in his eyes. He throws another punch and scream:

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!"

"I..." Percy tries to explains, but he finds himself speechless. After all, what he has done can't be explained just by a few words. Around them, the camp has realised what is happenning. Some campers starts to go calling for helps, some try to stop the fight (and fail miserably), and some just watch the fight with amusement and curiosity (the Ares cabin). After a few minutes, Malcolm starts to show signs of tiredness. Percy thinks that he can starts reasoning with him. But, before he can does anything, Malcolm does something unexpected. He pulls something out of his back pocket.

It's a knife.

SLASH! For one second, Percy doesn't feel anything. Then, the pain comes. And something hot starts dripping down his face. Blood. His tongue fills with the iron taste of his blood. The cut is long, it starts from top left of his forehead and ends at his right cheekbone. Percy is paralyzed. He and Malcolm are not very close, but they get on well with each others. He never thought that Malcolm would ever do something irrational like that. Malcolm raises his hand up, prepares to slash down again. But before neither of them can do anything, Percy heard a strong, familiar voice in the distance:

"ENOUGH!"

Chiron has come.