Thanks for the reviews, they're really appreciated. I hope you enjoy Chapter Three of this fanfic. Um, the length of this chapter is good but it's not really my favorite. I don't think it's my best but I hope you enjoy it.
Cupid wakes up from his dream and stretches his arms. He realizes he's still in his office. He never got to the rest of the dream.
He knew whet he had to do. First, he ripped off his black shirt, took a pocket knife and dragged two holes along the back of his shirt, vest and jacket. Then he shoulders it all on and let his wings breathe. He smiles and whispers to himself.
"Perfect." He grabs his bow and arrows and marches outside. He was going to make 'Dite-er, Mom proud. He heads straight to that demigod camp flaping his wings quickly. Because his building was so close he arrives instantly and lands on a large birch tree in the the forest. Right now, a game of capture the flag was in session. Arrows whizzed underneath his feet and he knew there were several Apollo kids around. He quietly moves from tree to tree and finally spots something worth looking at.
A young girl with long blond curls and grey eyes. She met the description...but then again a few of the children around her did too.
At first he's puzzled but then gets an idea.
"Hey Annabeth!" He calls out.
One of the girls turns around and faces another girl.
"Yeah?" She asks.
The other girl shrugs. "Wasn't me. It came from over there." She points in Cupid's direction, except much lower.
Annabeth glares into the forest then huffs in annoyance and gets back to the game.
"Let's go," a boy says. "It's probably one of the Apollo kids trying to distract us."
Later everyone is seated at the dining pavilion getting ready for roasting marshmallows. But before they go to the campfire, the children are sitting at their tables because Dionysus was reexplaining the rules of capture the flag, because most of the children got into a huge fight at the lake and now they were all in trouble. Dionysus was straight up furious but Chiron had something else on his face. Disappointment.
"...No maiming, no killing!" Dionysus yells. "That is all we ask of you."
A guy with brown hair stands up, "Mr.D, we understand but the Hermes kids," he turns to glare at another table, "ruined our stuff."
"I. Don't. Give. A. D-"
Mr.D was cut off by a girl sitting at her table with her siblings. "Language!"
Chiron sighs and talks for the first time, "I am...very disappointed in all of you. Maybe an appropriate punishment would be no campfire?" He looks over at Mr.D.
"For two months!" Mr.D snaps. Most of the camp groans in protest. One guy at a table by himself yells, "that is cruel and unusual punishment!"
"Or I could turn them into dolphins," Mr.D growls. "Starting with you, Peter Johnson."
Cupid looks at the guy sitting at the table by himself.
The only son of Poseidon. That was what Missy had said. But his name was Peter Johnson. But that sounded awfully a lot like Percy Jackson. Maybe he heard wrong?
Everyone left soon after that and Cupid decided to follow Peter. He had to figure out wether or not he heard wrong.
"Peter!" He called from the roof of a cabin. He sunk down so that he was unseeable but nobody really payed him much attention. One of them muttered "who's Peter?"
Either, that Peter guy had really bad hearing or his name isn't Peter.
But one of the kids stopped and realized something.
"Uh, guys," he said. The other two guys stopped.
"Yeah?" One of them said, tucking a basketball into his arm.
"Who said that?"
The second guy, looks confused. "I just did." He has dark brown hair and light brown eyes.
The first guy, who had blonde hair, rolls his grey eyes. "No, I meant who said Peter? Obviously someone that doesn't know anybody. There is no Peter."
All three of the guys look behind them at the cabin. Instead of disappearing, Cupid just continues to watch the boys. He wanted to see what they would do.
The third guy squints into the Apollo cabin and is practically staring into Cupid, but the slant was blocking most of his view.
"I think," he begins, taking slow steps towards the tree. "I see it."
That's when Cupid emerges out of the tree, waves and smiles at the boys then bolts off into the forest. He didn't know why he did it, he just liked the attention.
"What was that?" One of the yelled.
"Who cares!" Says the third guy as he begins to run in the direction Cupid went. Within a blink, the other three followed.
The three boys begin to frantically chase after Cupid as fast as they're legs would take them.
Cupid loses them easily and sits down into a tree. He sees the three boys walking around below him, but this time they have two girls and another boy with them.
"Are you sure you weren't hallucinating?" A girl asks. She had curly black hair and brown, almost black eyes. The second girl had tanned skin and curly blonde hair and grey eyes. It was Annabeth.
"No," all three boys say.
"We all saw it," the first boy said. "We couldn't have all had the same hallucination."
The first girl shrugs, "but in my defense, it didn't sound so believable when you came running through the forest and told us you saw a fairy. Are those even real?"
"I don't think so," says the last guy. It was the supposed Peter Johnson.
The second guy, with the brown hair and eyes, speaks up, "why were you around the lake anyways?" He asks.
Peter shrugs, "I was in the water, then I got out and heard you three yelling."
"Well when you see a fairy-like-creature, what would you do?" The third guy asks.
Peter shrugs, "you'll see when it happens." He picks up a pebble as they continue through the trees and tosses it in his hand. "Which it won't," he adds.
They continue deeper into the forest looking up at trees, as instructed by guy number three.
"Annabeth?" Peter asks looking over at her. "What do you think it is?"
"Well," she begins. "First of all, Malcolm, you being a fellow cabin mate of mine, I would've expected you to at least come up with a better conclusion then fairies. Fairies weren't originated from Greek-or Roman mythology. So until I see this creature, I don't really know."
They all stop walking and stare at Annabeth.
"What?" She asks.
Peter speaks, "the day Annabeth Chase doesn't know something is the day the world ends."
Everyone laughs except Annabeth who is a shade of red that would make Santa's 'jolly red cheeks' look like marshmallows.
"Shut up, Percy," she says, punching Peter's shoulder playfully. "I'm not the only one who doesn't know something here."
"Yeah, but nobody expects me to know all the answers. That's why you're Wise Girl," Percy explains.
"But more importantly, that's why you're Seaweed Brain," she retorts.
Cupid's eyes expand, as he realizes she called him Percy. And Seaweed Brain, but more importantly Percy. Percy. Percy. Percy. Not Peter. Per-cy. In his excitement, Cupid flies down in front if the kids. The first girl almost screams her throat dry, even though her scream only lasted a second. Annabeth screams too, except she only seemed to scream because the other girl screamed.
Most of the boys jump back except for one that yells, "I told you!"
Percy pulls out a pen as if it were threatening. He looks like he'll take the cap off any second now. Cupid laughs a little at his own thoughts. Probably to ink him to the death. We're the others going to gum him to death? Then Percy rips the pen off revealing a sword that was about three feet long. Cupid flutters to his feet and stares at the demigods.
"So you're the famous Percy?" He asks.
Percy's sword quivers as he answers. "What's it to you?" He asks, lifting his sword.
Cupid smiles, "please, Percy. I'm a god. Your pen doesn't hurt me."
Percy reluctantly recaps his sword and forces it back into his pocket.
Annabeth studies him. "You're a god?" She asks, but she didn't seem to believe it. Without Cupid's casual look, they didn't recognize him. And his bow and arrows only appeared when he wanted them to, or when he was posing for a picture.
"Yeah and you're not very bright for a daughter of Athena," he replies.
Annabeth scowls and steps forward with her right hand reaching for a dagger.
Percy grabs her shoulder. "He's a god, remember?" He quickly reminds her.
"And your going to believe that?"
Cupid's wings begin to flutter again, hovering him a few inches off the ground. "You know, ever since I got here this morning, I've been wondering, why you were called Peter Johnson."
Percy leans against the trunk of a very large tree. "Because Mr.D doesn't bother to learn names here."
"But you're Percy Jackson?"
"No," the second guy cuts in. "He's chopped liver. And this is what we do to fairies who pretend to be gods."
He throws a fishers net over Cupid and quickly grabs the opening and pulls it up so that Cupid's head is at his feet. He ties the end and drops the net on the ground. Cupid doesn't even try to get out. He wanted to amuse them.
Annabeth rolls her eyes. "You can't put a fishing net over a god and say you've caught him."
"Please, darlin, I insist," Cupid replies. Around demigods, Cupid acted different. Same accent, but more like an eviler, deeper voice. And he felt more confident and powerful around them. That accent was mostly just to try on Aphrodite. Obviously, it didn't work out. But he didn't feel the need to try out his voice on six ten year olds. They were only half what he was. They were demigods and he was a god. See the difference?
Enjoyed? Well, anybody excited for the Sea of Monsters coming out in theaters? I hope I'm not as disappointed as I was with the first one. I watched The Lightning Thief before I read the book so I wasn't as disappointed until sometime last year when I started reading the books and watched the movie again. Anyways, thanks for reading. I'll update as soon as I can.
