Disclaimer:
Me: Rick Riordian, do I own Percy Jackson and the Olympians?
Rick Riordian: *smirking* Nope, you're out of luck there, sonny!
Me: Darn it! Oh, well. A guy can dream...
Author's Note: Sorry for the gods awful delay as you people have been way too good to me with all those reviews. Forty-one positive comments was completely unexpected for a measly three chapters. So since some explaining is in order, the reasons behind the delay are fairly simple.
One: My own personal lethargy.
Two: Reading PJO all over again to catch up on details and important stuff I forgot.
Three: Playing the freaking-awesome RPG, fantasy computer game called "Elder Scrolls: Oblivion" ~ BEST GAME EVER!
So without further ado, I present you with the next chapter...
Chapter 4: Going Greek
Dear Diary, Thalia read. Once again, the various campers could not hold in their smirks and snickers. It was just too funny to imagine Percy Jackson – of all people – to be writing such a thing. But the next few words sobered them up. Being a demigod sucks. At first, I thought it would be kind of awesome like being a superhero or something. After all, demigods have powers, right? So why can't we use them?
"Perhaps because they are freaking dangerous and can easily spin out of control," Annabeth offered sarcastically, although one glance at her told anyone she was ready to punch Percy the next moment she saw him.
Speaking of which, there is nothing remotely interesting in this stupid camp. I hate it! Why can't I go find my mom? I mean, sure it's fun to dress up in hot and sweaty armour, waving around swords and pitch-forks (damn that thunder) – tridents, sorry – when there are plenty of better things to be doing. Such as looking for my mom, perhaps.
"Wow," Conner muttered, feeling sheepish. "Percy really lays it on thick, doesn't he? Were we all that awful to him back then?"
"What?" Thalia asked, arching an eyebrow. "You're becoming Percy's advocate or something?"
"Hades no!" Conner protested raising his hands in surrender. "Just starting to think that maybe we should be nicer to the guy."
Thalia sighed, shook her head, and resumed reading.
It's not like Greek lessons are getting any easier too. Annabeth is warming up to me, I think. She looks really pretty, you know – what with her curly blond hair and stormy grey eyes... I could get lost in them forever!
At this, everyone burst into laughter including Annabeth although she was bright red from embarrassment. Was Percy really falling for her back then? That was just weird!
But she doesn't like me much, Thalia read, putting on a glum voice to demonstrate the atmosphere of the diary. She's got her eyes set on Luke and it's getting kind of bothersome sometimes. I don't know why but it just does.
"Jealous much," Nico smirked.
"Nico," Thalia said, putting her hand cautiously on the Son of Hade's shoulder. "You're talking to a book."
Nico quickly decided to shut up and looked all embarrassed while everyone else grinned and joked around a little at Annabeth's expense.
Another one of my woes is that Grover got in trouble because of me. Looks like he's in it big time as his Searcher's Licence is on the verge of being removed. As usual, it all boils down to me.
Everyone squirmed a little, all feeling uncomfortable for various reasons of their own.
One weird thing though is that we have to give burnt offerings to the gods. No disrespect intended but I don't even believe in them much and it seems like an awful waste of money if you ask me. I suppose that comes from growing up in a home where funds are tight and you don't just go burning good food and throwing it in the trash, sorry – offering tin.
"Percy does have a point," Annabeth relented hesitantly, always seeing a good strategy when she found one.
The others looked uncomfortable but didn't say anything to reprimand Percy was any other demigod, he'd be blown to smithereens a long time ago. He was darn lucky, that kid!
On a happier note, everyone's gearing up for Capture the Flag and Annabeth wants me to be on her team.
There were some ooh's and wolf-whistles but Annabeth glared them all into silence and even Nico looked scared.
There are two team, see. The blue team is led by Annabeth and the Athena Cabin while the opposing team (that's the red team) is lead by Clarisse from the Ares Cabin. Thank gods I'm not on that team or I'd get pulverised by my own teammates! (some snickers, here) I have never played Capture the Flag before, let alone have any friends to play it with so this should prove interesting.
"No friends?" Thalia asked sadly to no one in specific.
She had lead a tough life but at least she had Luke and Annabeth. Luke. Shuffling in her seat, Thalia chose not to think about that part.
So overall, camp's not so bad although I am desperate to find my mom. She deserves a much better fate than putting up with that jerk (Smelly Gabe) and all his stupid poker games. I really hope something happens soon in that respect and then all would be well with the world. Camp Half-Blood's not too bad as it's a beautiful place.
"Too true," Travis sighed, gazing wistfully out the window.
All the others nodded in agreement.
But it sucks big-time when your mom is missing as she is the nicest person in the world to me and the only one who truly cares. Grover does too but he's just a tad bit too worried about his Searcher's Licence for my liking. It is my fault but I can't take the weight of the world on my shoulders, can I now?
Well, that's all for now.
Goodnight world!
The campers fell into silence until Thalia broke it.
"Smelly Gabe?" She asked suspiciously.
"Probably his stepfather," Annabeth suggested, doing the math.
"How do you know?" Conner asked stupidly.
"The laws of deduction," Annabeth said as if that explained everything.
Nico just muttered something under his head about nerds but Annabeth's retort was cut off as the cabin door burst open. All heads turned towards it and were startled to see none other than Clarisse and a couple other Ares kids strut into the room.
"So what's the Iris Message for? Clarisse asked, glancing around the room in obvious distain.
"Iris Message?" Thalia asked exasperatedly, face-palming herself.
"Yeah," Clarisse sneered. "We got an unknown Iris Message telling us some good stuff was happening at the Poseidon Cabin. Looks interesting what with all the mess. You guys got bored looting the place and decided to take a nap or something?"
Annabeth took a deep breath and it looked like she was just about to let loose a stream of nasty curse words in Greek, but Nico quickly intercepted her.
"Actually," He said hastily. "We're reading Percy's diary."
"Percy's diary?" One of the Ares kids, Chris, asked. "As in, Percy Jackson's diary?"
"That's the one!" Conner grinned. "It's really cool and just started ever since he joined Camp Half-Blood. You guys must have been called over to read it for some reason like the rest of us."
"I wonder why," Annabeth said in an aggravated tone of voice.
She hated being left in the dark.
"Whatever the case," Clarisse announce, plopping down against the wall her fellows following in suit. "We're here to stay as we've got nothing better to do. Also, this is a perfect chance to get some much-needed blackmail material against Prissy."
"No one is using this as blackmail!" Annabeth practically shrieked.
Everyone else quickly agreed although the Ares kids were cursing and muttering.
"Just read, somebody," Annabeth growled.
"Fine, I'll have a go at it," Clarisse huffed, snatching the book from Thalia's hands.
Flipping to the appropriate page, she began to read: "Dear Diary..."
To Be Continued!
A/N: Sorry the chapters are so short, people, but this is not a whole thing about the PJO characters reading the PJO books although it is starting to sound like it. I would appreciate some advice on how to continue making this fanfic different from the rest and would greatly appreciate your advice. Anyhow, here's the next chapter. Like it? Love it? Hate it? Leave a review and let me know so that I can make this better yet!
~ Elf Knight ~
