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Chapter Seven: New Beginnings (Olivea Carey's P.O.V.)
I realized when we got into the camp and were headed to the Big House that I wanted to be Annabeth. She was way prettier than me with her beautiful, natural blonde hair and gray eyes that spoke all truth and knowing. She was the girl almost every other girl would envy because all the guys liked her. Which was so true in this situation. I hated my extremely curly brown hair, my alternating skin tone, and my strange eyes that changed. I felt hideous next to her.
I saw that Percy was staring at Annabeth with intense interest. I could tell that they were a couple now. But I also saw Ryan taking glances all the gorgeous girl arguing with Grover about the Trojan War idealism (how that came up, I have no clue). I was lucky enough to be distracted by all this lack of attention when Percy decided to examine me and Ryan.
"I have an idea," he said. "I think I'm going to ask Chiron and Lord Poseidon if I can share my cabin with all of you, so that Annabeth and I may train you better. I know Hermes usually takes in all the strays, but I can tell just by the radiation of power you two give off, that your parents are of one of the stronger gods or goddesses. Maybe you are of… no. No, not possible…" And he started to walk up to the Big House. He waited and then chatted with Ryan when he reached him first.
When Annabeth, Percy and Grover went inside to talk to Chiron I decided to start a conversation with Ryan. "Hey. Pretty rough experience, huh?" I tried to keep looking ahead at the door. "Trying to earn your parent's right to claim you? That should be hard… or maybe not. Hopefully not. I was told by Percy and Annabeth that some kids wait all their life and never figure it out. Their parent never claimed them. It would be heart-ache for me… since I don't have my mom anymore… and I don't know my dad…"
He looked down at me and then said, "At least, you never had to deal with a mom that hated you because you were a mistake, and a step-dad that hated you because you had a smart-mouth and were different. I had to deal with that every time I came home for a break, they always made me board at all of the schools. They never liked me. The only one who did was my preppy sister, Marlee, who was three years younger than me. I think I'm actually going to miss her."
"At least you actually had someone. I had my grandmother, but she complained every day about how my dad was no good… And then about how my mom never should've gotten pregnant, and how she wouldn't be in this mess and she'd still have her daughter if she hadn't. I always had to deal with her wishing I didn't exist and wanting only her daughter back. I hated that woman."
"I would have, too." He said as two people (followed by the gang) came out onto the porch, a man in a wheelchair and a fat man in tropical tourist suit who immediately sat down around a table to play a game of chess. The fat man looked over at me and Ryan and snapped, another table appeared filled with food, five cups, a Coke, and a diet Coke. I felt my mouth drop open again, which I was starting to get used to by now.
"Please, sit down, I just love having company," the fat man said sarcastically and rolled his eyes. The man in the wheelchair smiled and then wheeled around to face all of us and then opened his arms to a certain three of us.
Annabeth smiled a movie star smile and hugged the man, Percy gave a lop-sided grin and hugged the man also, and then, Grover, last but not least, hugged him and the man motioned for all of us to sit down, we all sat and Wheel-Chair Guy examined me and Ryan, each deliberately and delicately as if it really mattered.
And then he finally spoke, "Percy, Annabeth, Grover. It's been a long time since I've seen you all, and I–."
"Chiron, could we please get to the point? And can you please get out of that wheel-chair? I mean, I know it's not comfortable and I'm sure your legs are falling asleep by now…"
"Alright, Mr. D, if it suites you." And one minute, Chiron was in a wheel-chair and the next he was a white centaur.
"Oh. My. Gosh." Was all I could get out. Ryan looked at Chiron and then smiled and I looked at Ryan and smiled too. I spoke in Greek, mainly saying: "Lord Chiron. How wonderful it is, to meet the great teacher of all the half-blood heroes. I am Olivea Pleione Carey, and I have always wanted to meet someone as great and powerful as you. I cannot even imagine telling you how much of a pleasure this is for me."
Chiron smiled and said, "Annabeth, did you have to teach her Greek? I mean, they teach it here…"
Annabeth smiled, "I didn't teach her. Her grandmother got her lessons. And she excelled. This time, I had nothing to do with it, unlike with Riley in my cabin…"
I rejoiced in my mind for actually knowing something most half-bloods must have not known coming to Camp Half-Blood for the first time.
Percy perked up at the word cabin and said, "Oh yeah!" Chiron looked at him like he was crazy, "Sorry, Chiron. I need to ask your permission, and my father's permission to see if the newcomers and Annabeth and Grover may stay in my cabin so we – Annabeth, Grover, and I – may train them, I have a strong feeling they are powerful and you said we need to watch any strong and powerful half-bloods carefully, and what better way than under my and my father's own roof?" Percy looked at Annabeth, a queue for her to finish, which they did often, worked together to get what they want faster, than being alone and it taking longer.
"And Chiron, you must remember all the people in the Hermes cabin are crammed so tight that, we are currently still making extensions to that cabin. And, Olivea… she has already had a call from Adam, and I'm sure he wants Ryan, too, so, what will stop him from going up to the Hermes cabin and taking them? We lost our camp reinforcements when we won the last battle. Plus, he is a son of Apate, and the only thing strong enough to stop him is Percy and me. If you let us do this, we will train them to be the best half-bloods just like we are, even if their parents are of the minority, which I highly doubt since both have been attacked or almost attacked."
Chiron sighed and then looked towards Dionysus, he snapped and Iris message came up, "Say your father's name and location, Peter."
Percy rolled his eyes and said, "Its Percy," under his breath – he had told me about how much he hated Mr. D, and how he messed everyone's names up all the time, and on purpose; and then he said, "Poseidon, Poseidon's palace under the sea."
An image came up and a handsome man that looked like he was in his late twenties, early thirties came up; the man, Poseidon, looked up from the work at his desk. "Percy, what is it? Are you in trouble?" I could tell by his concerned look and voice that he would be a really caring father, he must really love all of his children.
"Uh, father and lord, I would like for you to grant me permission, if it is okay with your lordship, to hold the likes of: Grover Underwood, Annabeth Chase, Olivea Carey, and Ryan von Parkington in our cabin so that, we, the originals, may defend them from Adam and other enemies, and train them. Is that cool with you, Dad?"
Poseidon was smiling and said, "If it will teach Athena how to forgive and forget, then okay. Just make sure that the kids get the training they need," he looked down and then looked up after signing a sheet, "Is that all Perseus?" he asked.
"Yes, father."
"Okay then. I must go, and I will tell your brother, Tyson, of your new friends, I may let him come up for a week to visit… Well, son, I need to let you go. Good luck. And good-bye." And with that, Poseidon waved through the image and it disappeared.
"It's okay with my dad, so, all we need is your permission, Chiron."
Chiron looked at me and then at Ryan, and then at the three of them. "Yes, it is okay with me." He smiled and then said, "But first, you mustn't deny a drink and food! We must make the weak a little stronger! Come! Eat! Drink!"
And with that, the cups were passed out and the Diet Coke was popped open by Dionysus and the regular Coke was handed to Grover. Percy smiled at Annabeth and she said, "My father's lemonade," and her cup filled. And Annabeth took a sip, "Hmm, perfect."
"Hmm…" Percy said, "How about, blue Mello Yello?" and his cup filled with blue Mello Yello, I smiled. I knew about the whole blue thing, Percy had explained this when Annabeth and I had come over one time for breakfast and we had all kinds of blue things to eat and drink.
Ryan looked down at his cup and you could tell he was thinking really hard. Suddenly he shouted, "A-ha! Eureka, I got it!"
Everyone looked up at him and you could tell he didn't care, but then as he started to speak, we all looked down at his cup, "A suicide! A mixture between: Fanta, Sprite, Mountain Dew, Coke, and Pibb Extra," he said and smiled as his cup was filled without any help. He sipped it and his face gave away the fact that it must have tasted wonderfully.
I smiled and Percy said, "Nice choice, man. But next time, try the Suicide Special, it's really good," he said and flashed a winning smile.
"Hey, I might actually try that…" I said and then focused in on my cup, I said in my naturally strong voice, "Suicide Special." And we all watched as it filled and I took a sip of the drink. I smiled after I put the cup down and I said, "You were right!"
We all laughed and ate some ambrosia and cookies; Ryan laughed and then everyone's attention was on him. He laughed again and everyone laughed with him. Then, Percy got serious.
"Okay, everyone! Annabeth, Grover, Olivea and Ryan, let's go to my cabin now and get settled down. It would be best, if afterwards–since we have around four hours till dinner–we started, since it is mandatory that we begin Olivea's and Ryan's training. What do you think Annabeth?"
"I think Percy is right. We need to get you guys prepared for anything! An ambush, a fight, a monster attack, an immortal attack–anything at all." She said and got up, Percy and Ryan stood up right after her, then Grover and I stood up after she pushed her chair in and it disappeared with Dionysus' snap. Everyone's chairs suddenly disappeared and so did the drinks and food–except for Dionysus' and Chiron's drinks–as Dionysus snapped again.
"Well, go then. Don't lollygag, go!" Dionysus said, "And don't forget your bags, for crying out loud!"
We all picked up our own bag and left, Percy and Annabeth in the lead since they had nothing to carry. Annabeth veered off in the direction of another building and I knew Percy's eyes would stray towards her. He kept going though, all the way to a cabin with the number three on it. It was very beautiful and I remembered vaguely something as a child, it looked like something you'd either find under the sea, or near one, like a castle… Like something that reminded me of something else… He entered in and then threw his jacket on what must have been his bed. He looked towards us and said "Just, choose which ever bed except for the one across from mine – which is Annabeth's, she asked me to save it. Any of the others, you may occupy, and, remember, we have plenty of room – just not enough if you happen to be a child of Aphrodite," he chuckled and then lay down on his bed.
Ryan chose the bunk on top of Percy's and I choose the one on top of Annabeth's, just so I could be across from him. Grover chose the bottom bunk on another bunk bed combo. Annabeth came back in with her stuff from her cabin and we all looked up. She smiled and then sat on her bed and started to put her stuff under her bunk. I had already put my stuff on a shelf that was on the wall, I knew it was for us to put our stuff on, because, I saw someone else's stuff on one of the other shelves. Ryan must have noticed what I did and did the same thing.
Annabeth was still unpacking when Percy said, "Hey, Grover, could you take the new kids to the sword-fighting arena? I need to talk to Annabeth about all of this and how we're going to train and all that cool stuff…"
"Okay Percy. Whatever you want." And Ryan and I followed Grover to the arena.
When we got there, Grover sat us down on the marble floor so that we could watch the people fighting; it was a girl and a guy going at it. The girl was winning, but then I noticed something very important: these people weren't fighting with stubbed fencing swords, they were fighting with real swords, I looked towards Ryan and he looked back at me with wide-eyes.
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