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Power

Grover was quiet as he entered the school.

Finally, a chance to prove himself. After the disaster that was his previous assignment, he'd found another half-blood. And the only thing he was sure about was that this one was powerful. He could smell it as soon as he went into his dormitory. And as soon as his roommate came in, he knew.

The boy was no older than twelve but had black hair and green eyes that made him seem older. That was normal for half-bloods; after everything they went through even before they knew anything about their world, they were older. Inside, something was different.

The boy smiled and dropped a bag on the bed nearest to the door. "I'm Percy."

Grover forced himself not to bleat in fear. This half-blood was crazy powerful. He was surprised that he had survived as long as he had. "Grover," he said, holding out his hand. The half-blood, Percy, shook it, and even the slight touch almost had Grover trembling and bleating. But he had to keep up appearances. He could practically feel the power, almost like a blanket of colour over him, but masked slightly… odd. His own scent was obviously the power… Grover mused, trying to place the smell.

"Is this your first year?" Percy said.

"Yes. Yours too?" Grover answered. Percy nodded, giving him a strange look. Probably because he was bouncing slightly on his legs. He had to get to Chiron; there was no way this Percy was an ordinary half-blood.

There was a sudden sinking feeling in his chest. Not again, he thought.