Back at camp, my first thought was what in Hades was that? I mean like come on! Poof! Welcome to Olympus. Your parents are Poseidon and Athena. Good day! Poof! And besides, weren't Poseidon and Athena supposed to hate each other? What kind of world was I born into, any way?
BWAAAAAAAAAAANN (Does that sound like a conch shell?) Time for dinner. I think Mr. D's supposed to announce my parents.
"Attention everyone. I'd like to announce that, unfortunately, Jasper did not become a jackalope, and he is supposed to prank us gods to make us more humble. He will be moving into the-he looked at me. I mouthed Poseidon- Poseidon cabin. Hoorah. Go back to your nuisansal chatter."
I moved to the Poseidon table. Percy grinned. "How'd you manage to get Poseidon and Athena? I mean, they hate each other."
" Well, apparently, the fates created me to have qualities of each god, so Apollo just said how about these two? And then, poof, I was back at camp."
"That's messed."
"I boow" Wow, I sound stupid with a mouthful of food. "What?"
"I know."
"Oh" The rest of diner, we were silent.
At the cabin, I moved in to a bottom bunk, right next to a window overlooking the sea. It was nice. I lied down, and was just about asleep, but then Percy spoke. "So, you realize that you're related to Cyclops and all sorts of others, right?"
"Yeah"
"Well, Tyson, he's our brother, and he visits every year."
"He's a Cyclops, right?"
"Yeah. And he loves eating peanut butter with people, so I hope you like peanut butter."
"Almost as much as chocolate syrup. Can I go to sleep now?"
"Uhh. Sure." I immediately blacked out.
Once again, I dreamt of the gods. It was Apollo and Demeter. "Yes! Finally a way to visit our children without having to avoid Olympian T.V."
"Uhh. Apollo. He's supposed to be pranking us on channels like that. But, they'll probably ignore the kids."
"Unless they help him."
"Hopefully he won't have made any friends." I decided that I should see if I can talk to them. "Uhh hello?" They looked at me. "Did you hear that?" I nodded. "I didn't mean that." I shrugged. "Doesn't matter." Just then my mom walked in. "Do you eavesdrop on purpose?"
"Not that I know of."
"Well, don't. It's rude. And, why didn't you pick my cabin?"
"Because in the Poseidon cabin, I have more legroom" She nodded.
"Athena's going to try to make herself your favourite parent." Apollo grinned.
"Kids don't tend to like parents who are always saying don't do that."
"You should get to bed."
"I'm asleep."
"You are?"
"Yep."
"That's interesting. Do you feel rested?"
"Yeah."
"So, how did you get here?"
"Dunno, I just fell asleep to Percy's jabbering, and then I was here listening to them."
"Well, you should wake up soon. We'll be there at about ten o'clock, with the press. Then you can start pranking us. You won't be able to kill us so go ahead and shoot Greek fire down Ares' throat. Bye!"
Suddenly I woke up. I checked my watch. 8:00. I had one hour to prepare my first pranks. First I went to the forges to make a slingshot. Only Beckendorf was there, so I had plenty of space to work. I was about to start carving but Beckendorf told me I should make it out of metal. So I did, and it worked incredibly well. I moulded the elastic right into the metal. Next, I made Greek fire balls, just big enough to choke on, 'cause I mean, if you get the chance to mess with immortal beings that can't die, might as well have fun. Next, I found a bow and a quiver full of arrows. I checked my watch. 8:45. that's enough time. I went and looked around, and found some small land mines in the forges. I planted them in some spots and then marked them with a small X. Then, to make sure I didn't accidentally kill anyone, I went to each cabin and told them watch out for small Xs. They all looked at me, like I was insane. Only Beckendorf knew what they were, and he snickered when his siblings didn't understand. 9:30. Now, I just had to get one last major one. Ha. I knew that they were staying for diner, so I just had to tamper with the ambrosia a little bit. I entered the kitchen. Way to easy. There it was, just sitting on the counter; ready to be tossed into the oven. So, I went digging in the cupboards, and found all sorts of good food. Ooh. Let's toss in some chocolate chips. I heard Dionysus doesn't like those. Why not toss in some mashed up Pizza pop. That must be good. How about some salmon? Wonder if dad will notice? A bit of this, a pinch of that. Hey, why not this wriggly thing. There. Now I am ready.