Percy speaking

Percy's thoughts

Adamos thoughts

Adamos speaking through Percy

All characters are owned by Rick

(Except Adamos he's mine)

Chapter 6

I Earn Some Street Cred

(Percy P.O.V)

Once we left the porch of the big house Adamos decided to give me my body back. I was still internally questioning how my Latin teacher was a horse, how he fit in that wheelchair, and what was in that orientation film. I only decided to push my thoughts for later when I realized that I was walking behind Chiron. I remember having to do pooper scooper duty at the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade when I was younger, and I wasn't interested in staying behind him any longer.

"So Chiron, can I ask you something?" I asked him while we were still walking down the lawn.

"Of course, Percy, I'm always glad to answer as best as I can." He says with I glimmer in his eye. I recognize it as the one he always had when I answered a question correctly in class.

"If the Greek gods are real what about the God. Like from the bible. Does he exist?" I ask. I mean I might not know everything about other religions, but I do know that they were worshipped.

"Well now," Chiron said, rubbing his chin with his hand. "God, the capital G-God is an entirely different matter, but I doubt you would want to talk about the metaphysical philosophies of the universe."

"I AM NOT METAPHYSICAL!"

"Augh jeez dude you don't have to yell in my head. And what do you mean you?" I ask still getting over the sudden headache of someone screaming in your head.

"That is a question for later."

"But—"

"Later, he's starting the tour." Adamos says, once again avoiding my questions with a stroke of luck or a miracle or whatever.

The tour itself was actually pretty good. I suspected that if Chiron ever stopped being a teacher, he could be the best tour guide. We passed the volley ball pit first. There were several campers nudging each other. One pointed to the Minotaur horns that I was carrying and whispered, "That's him."

Most of the campers were older than me. The satyrs were bigger than Grover, and all of them were only wearing orange shirts with CAMP HALF-BLOOD written on them and were lacking any pants. I didn't really focus on the satyrs for too long because I kept hearing Adamos muttering some thing about 'horns' and 'trophies' in the back of my mind and I didn't want to see where that went. It was the campers that unsettled me though. The way that they all looked at me as if they were expecting me to do something amazing for them, or a flip.

"Ah don't let it get to you Percy, they're just curious about the new guy. I mean you've been the new guy many times at school, right?" He says trying to calm me.

"Y—Yeah this is just like that. New guy." I think, not entirely agreeing with the thought but not disagreeing with it.

I look back at the farm house. The building was a lot larger than I thought it was. It was a four-story tall, sky blue building with white trim. It reminded me of a beach house or a seaside lodging. I was looking at the brass eagle weather vane on the roof when I noticed something, a shadow in the uppermost window of the attic. Something moved the curtain, just for a split second, and I had the feeling I was being watched.

"What's up there?" I asked Chiron.

He looked to where I was pointing, and the smile he had faded away. "Just the attic."

"Does someone live up there?" I push further.

"No," He said with a tone that killed my want to ask again. "Not a single living thing."

"Do you know what's up there?" i asked Adamos. But Adamos chose to stay quiet. I felt that Chiron was telling me the truth, but I know that something moved the curtain.

"Come along, Percy," Chiron said, but I could tell he was forcing the cheer just a bit. "Lots to see."

We walked to the strawberry fields, where there were campers picking bushels of berries while a satyr was playing a tune on his reed pipes. Chiron was telling me about how the camp grew them for export to many New York restaurants and for Olympus itself.

"It pays for the camps expenses," He explained, "And the strawberries take almost no effort to grow." Chiron was explaining how Mr. D had this effect on fruit producing plants. Apparently, they grow like crazy when he's around, but it works best with wine grapes, but he was restricted from growing those. I asked why and apparently mortals can't handle the godly grown alcohol its made into and the last time someone drank one glass they were immediately plastered beyond belief and ran around naked in Time Square.

Watching the satyr play his reeds a little only reminded me of Grover. I kept wondering if he was still getting chewed out by Mr. D.

"Grover won't get into to much trouble will he?" I ask turning to Chiron. "He was a good protector." Adamos just snorts but I ignore it.

Chiron just sighed. "Grover has big dreams, Percy. Perhaps bigger than are reasonable. To reach his goal he must demonstrate great courage by succeeding as a keeper. He must find a demigod and bring them safely to camp."

"But he did that!"

"I might agree with you," Chiron said. "But it is not my place to judge. Dionysus and the council of Cloven Elders must decide. I'm afraid that they won't see this as a success. He did after all lose you in New York, then the ah… events concerning your mother. As well as the fact that you had to carry Grover across the boundary while he was unconscious. The council will question if Grover showed any courage at all."

"He was an adequate meat shield at best. Though I doubt they'll let him pass as satyrs were always a cowardly breed." Adamos puts in his two cents after listening to Chiron's reasons.

"But it's our fault. If we didn't give him the slip at the bus station, we—"

"Would have still been chased by monsters."

"But Grover would probably been nearby, and we wouldn't have had to fight the Minotaur and just headed straight for camp." I shoot back.

"I doubt it. The Minotaur would have found you either way or some other monster. That fight would have happened regardless. It's the goat's own fault for passing out."

"And how do you know this all would have happened?" I reply back with some frustration.

"A. Because I'm the god of knowledge. Its my job to know stuff. B. because I've been tracking the number of monsters that were following your scent the entire time, and C. When you work closely with the fates you learn to expect some challenges in your way. They rarely make things easy."

I had nothing to say to that. Deep down I knew he was right. Even if I stayed some of these things would probably still happen, or at least something similar. But I still felt guilty about Grover getting into trouble since me ditching him still made it worse for him.

"He'll get a second chance, won't he?" I ask hoping for the best.

Chiron winced "I'm afraid that was Grover's second chance, Percy. The council was not anxious to give him another, after what happened the first time, five years ago. Olympus knows I advised him to wait longer before trying again. He's still so small for his age…"

"Wait. How old is he?"

"Oh, twenty-eight."

I give Chiron a disbelieving look "What! And he's still in the sixth grade!?"

"Satyrs mature half as fast as humans do Percy—And are four times as slow minded—Grover has been the equivalent of a middle schooler for the past six years."

"That's horrible."

"Yeah imagine being in that awkward phase for many years." Adamos figuratively shivers at the idea.

"Quite," Chiron agrees. "At any rate, Grover is a late bloomer, even by satyr standards, as well as being less accomplished in woodland magic as compared to other satyrs. But he wanted to pursue his dream desperately enough. Maybe now he'll have to find some other career."

"Well what happened the first time that was so bad?"

Chiron just looked away. "Let's get moving, shall we?"

"Do you know what happened?"

"Yeah I know OF what happened. I wasn't there though. The satyr failed to bring a demigod to camp and she died protecting her friends. End of story."

"Oh… that is pretty bad."

"Yeah but it's best if you try not to bring it up. They didn't feel like you should know for a reason and I'm only telling you the bar minimum Perce. Just don't talk about it because I doubt, you're a good enough liar to get away with knowing."

"Alright I'll try not to bring it up."

"Lets just focus on the tour, then we can plan out your training so you can get your mother back." My only response is a determined nod.

"Come Percy. Let's go see the woods." Chiron called back. As we got closer, I saw just how huge the forest truly was. It covered a lot of the valley with giant trees that seemed to have been here for many decades if not a few centuries.

"The woods are stocked, if you care to try your luck, but go in armed." Chiron said.

"Stocked with what? And armed with what?" I ask.

"You'll see. Capture the flag is Friday. Do you have your own sword and shield?"

My only response was a raised brow at the question of me owning a weapon. I mean my mom barely lets me use a kitchen knife much less a sword.

"Right, I apologize for getting ahead of myself. We'll have to visit the armory later, I believe a size five will suit you just fine."

I was tempted to ask why a summer camp would need an armory before Adamos reminded me that they taught demigods how to kill monsters. I made mental notes to ask him more about all of this later, so at the moment I just continued the tour. We saw the archery ranges, the canoeing lake, the stables (Chiron looked at them like they were the bane of his existence), the javelin range, the sing along amphitheater, and an arena where the hold sword and shield matches.

"So, a fight club?"

"In a way yes. Cabins can challenge each other for any reason like better shower times or chores. They're not lethal. Usually." He explained." And over there is the mess hall." Chiron said as he pointed to an outdoor pavilion framed with Greek marble columns that sat atop a hill. It was all open air, meaning no walls or roof.

"What do you do when it rains?" I ask, not wanting to enjoy a soggy burger.

Chiron looked at me with an amused expression. "We still have to eat, don't we?" before trotting off.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I think. I was getting really tired of people dancing around subjects with me.

"The camp has wards that control the weather everywhere. I bet it will only rain if they want it to."

"Well why couldn't he just say that!?" I asked in my head. Adamos just gave an uncommitted shrug in my mind.

Chiron finally showed me the cabins. There were twelve of them arranged into a U shape near the woods, with two at the base and five at the sides. They were some of the most bizarre buildings I'd seen together. Other than the large brass numbers that sat above each door they looked nothing alike. The one labeled nine, looked like a factory, with smoke stacks jutting from the roof. Number four had a grass roof and the walls were coated with vines. Number seven was solid gold and seemed way to over the top in my opinion since I couldn't look at it for more than a few seconds directly with out my eyes burning. Each cabin faced an area that was covered in marble statues, and at the center was a large fire pit. The pit was still alight even though it was in the afternoon. Next to it a small girl was poking at the coals, tending to the fire.

"We need to go down there when no one's around."

"Why?"

"We're going to talk to that girl, she's important." He says. I don't know how a little girl could help us, but his tone told me that we would talk to her whether I wanted to or not.

Looking towards the curve of the U I saw a pair of matching buildings. The large white columns and slab walls reminded me of mausoleums. The one labeled as one was the largest of the twelve buildings. It had large bronze doors that shimmered with holographic lightning bolts.

"Sparkle finger's cabin." Adamos says, and I can feel the loathing that he has for the I turn to look at the sister building labeled cabin two. It had more grace than cabin one, with slimmer columns that were decorated with pomegranates and flowers. The feeling of loathing that Adamos was putting off slowly ebbed away at the sight of the second cabin. It was replaced by a solemn feeling that I couldn't place and choose not to voice my thoughts on these feelings.

"Zeus and Hera?" I guess.

"You are correct." Chiron said.

"Why do their cabins look so empty?" I ask.

"Well Lady Hera is the goddess of marriage, so she doesn't have children outside of with Lord Zeus. While certain reasons Lord Zeus hasn't had a child in quite a while. So no one stays in cabins one and two." Chiron explained.

I stopped in front of the first cabin on the left. It wasn't overly dramatic looking like cabin one. It was built low and solid. The outer walls were decorated with seashells and bits of coral. The cabin looked as if it were made from stone on the sea floor.

"This is dad's cabin. You'll be moved here when you get claimed." Adamos answers my unasked question.

"Why can't I just live their now?"

"You have to be claimed first. Vampire rules. You can't go in without permission."

Turning back to Chiron I begin walking to see the rest of the cabins. Cabin five was a real piece of work. It looked like someone decided to do a horrible finger paint job. The roof was lined with barbed wire, a boar's head hung over the doorway. Inside there were a bunch of extra large and extra mean boys and girls, arm wrestling and listening to loud rock music. The loudest was a girl that looked a couple years older than me. She took one look at me and gave me an evil look.

"So, I don't see any other centaurs." I say after walking away from the poster children of anger management issues.

"That is because my kinsman are… eh barbaric and wild to say the least. They wouldn't fit here at camp. You're more likely to find them in the wild or at a sporting event."

"Oh. Are there any other mythical beings I should know about?"

"Well there are the nymphs that live in the forests and the coast. And the cleaning harpies that work for camp, but I advise you not to wander around after curfew or they will be allowed to eat you." He says with a hint of humor in his voice. I just decide to chuckle with him and take it as a joke.

"Oh, look Annabeth is waiting for us." He says drawing my attention away.

The blonde girl that I met at the big house was sitting in front of the last cabin on the left, numbered eleven, reading a book. When we reached her, she glared at me critically, as she was obviously not pleased with how she got in trouble. I tried to see what she was reading, but I couldn't make out what the title said. My dyslexia was acting up and making it hard to read what was on the book. It took me a moment to realize that the title wasn't even in English.

"Annabeth, I have a masters' archery class at noon. Would you take Percy from here?" Chiron asked.

"Yes sir." She said still clearly not liking it.

"Percy this is Cabin Eleven!" Chiron said, opening his arms in as grand gesture. "Make yourself at home."

Out of all the cabins, eleven looked the most like a regular cabin at a summer camp. The walls were covered with peeling paint, making it look really old. Above the doorway was a symbol of two snakes wrapped around a winged staff. The inside of the cabin was packed to the brim with people. More than the max occupancy so it just screamed fire hazard. Chiron waited outside of the cabin as he was to large for the doorway, but when they saw him all of the campers in the cabin bowed.

"Well, I wish you luck Percy. I'll see you at dinner." He said before he galloped towards the archery range.

I stood in the doorway, looking at the kinds who were no longer bowing. They appeared to be sizing me up.

"So, we'll have to earn our rep." Adamos said mischievously. "Good." Needless to say, I had a slight fear for the other campers.

"Well. Go on." Annabeth said expectantly.

At the prompt I stood up straight, set a determined expression on my face…

Then trip through the doorway. "Smooth Jackson, smooth."

The other campers just snicker at me but don't say anything.

"Percy Jackson meet Cabin Eleven." Annabeth announced.

"Regular or undetermined?" I heard a camper in the back shout.

I didn't really know what to say, but Annabeth said, "Undetermined."

Then everyone groaned. Then a boy that seemed to be older than everyone else came forward. He looked to be about eighteen to nineteen years old. He was tall and muscular, with short, sandy blonde hair, and a friendly smile. His attire matched everyone else's, an orange camp shirt, cargo pants, sandals, and a necklace with clay beads. The most notable thing however was the large white scar that ran from his right eye to the bottom of his jaw.

"Now, now you guys. We're all here to welcome him. Welcome Percy. You can have that spot on the floor over there." He said while pointing to a small empty space in the corner of the room. It was small, I mean small. It looked like it was just about my size, from head to toe, so it meant no stretching.

"This is Luke." Annabeth said, though she sounded different. Turning back, she had a light blush on her face when she was looking at Luke. When she saw me looking at her, her expression hardened. "He's your councilor, for now."

"For now?"

"You're undetermined," Luke said. "They don't know what cabin to put you in, so you're staying here. Cabin eleven takes all newcomers. After all Hermes is the god of travelers."

"If I had my own cabin, I'd let them stay in it. I haven't really had many kids over the millennias so there'd be enough room, and it'd look amazing with a kick ass sound system, and a moat."

"A moat?"

"Damn straight a moat. They'll be like 'hey you see that building with a kick ass moat? I wonder what awesome dude that belongs to.' And I'll have a large and amazing cabin for all to come and enjoy. I can already see the movie nights that will happen." Adamos says as he drifts of into his own fascinations and planning for this supposed cabin.

I look at some of the campers faces. Some of them had sad and suspicious faces, some had stupid grins and I saw that they were eyeing my Minotaur horns. Then I remember that Hermes is also the god of thieves. "How long will I be staying here?" I ask.

"Until your parent claims you." Luke replies.

"How long does that take?"

This only got a laugh out of the other campers.

"What's so funny?"

"I guess they've stayed here unclaimed for quite a while. Pretty sad really." Adamos said.

"Come on, I'll show you the volleyball pit." Annabeth said, pulling me away.

"But I've already seen it."

"Just come on." She says pulling me out of the cabin. When we were a few meters away from the cabin she turned to me. "Jackson, your going to have to do better than that."

"What?"

She just rolled her eyes and mumbled under her breath. "I can't believe I thought you were the one."

"What's your problem." I said getting angry

"My problem is that you were the one to fight the Minotaur. Do you know how many campers wished that they had that chance?"

"To what? Get killed?" I asked incredulously.

"To fight monsters like that, to kill monsters like the minotaur and gain honor."

"Yes, because I've felt so honored ever since I've got here." I said with my voice full of sarcasm.

"What is her deal?"

"Who knows.

"Don't mock them." She says. "Many campers would kill to have been in your position."

"No. If they really knew they wouldn't." I say, giving her a glare, Annabeth didn't back down and just glared back.

"Killing the Minotaur is a big deal. For many campers they see it as a way to be recognized by their parents."

"Yeah it must not be that big of a deal because I haven't been claimed." I say pointing it out.

"Well maybe it'll happen at dinner or later. The gods don't always answer right away." She says but there was the barest trace of doubt in her voice.

"Whatever, is this all you wanted to talk to me about?" I really wanted to get away from this conversation because she was starting to get on my nerves.

"Actually, I wa—" started to speak before being cut off.

A Husky voice called out, "Well, well! A newbie!"

I turned around to see the large mean girl I saw earlier in front of cabin five. She walked over towards us. She had three other girls from the cabin behind her, each one looking mean and wearing a matching camo jacket.

"It's like 'Mean Girls' army edition."

"Clarisse," Annabeth sighs, finally putting name to the face, "Why don't you go polish your spear or something."

"Sure princess," Clarisse mocked. "So, I can run you through with it on Friday."

"Erre es korakas!" Annabeth said, which my mind translated the supposed insult to 'Go to the crows'. Adamos however was the one who seemed to get the angriest about that statement though.

"Screw you blondie! Don't you dare go using crows as an insult! The are noble and majestic birds!" Adamos yelled at them out of nowhere. Annabeth just gave me a weird look, not expecting Adamos's sudden outburst. Clarisse just seemed to be sizing me up.

"Who's this little runt."

"Great now their attentions on me thanks a lot."

"I'm not apologizing. She used one of my sacred animals as an insult I'm gonna insult her back."

"Percy Jackson," Annabeth says, bringing my attention back to the two girls. "This is Clarisse, Daughter of Ares."

I raise a brow at this. "So, the war god?"

"Yeah, you got a problem with that punk?" Clarisse sneered at me.

"No, it just explains the bad smell."

"Oh, kids got some bite. That was pretty good." I felt pretty good about my comeback to.

Clarisse growled at the remark. "We got an initiation ceremony for newbies Prissy."

"Percy."

"Prissy," She says clearly adamant on not using my name. "Come on I'll show you."

"Clarisse—" Annabeth tried to say.

"Stay out of it wise girl."

"That's a pretty stupid nickname."

"Why do you care?"

"As a god of creativity I take insult to something so… uninspired."

Annbeth for her part didn't seem fazed by the nickname, but had a rather pained look on her face, like she knew what was coming. She looked like she was torn between helping or not, but I didn't really want her help. It was like Adamos said earlier, I had to make my own rep. I handed Annabeth both of my minotaur horns for safe keeping and got ready to fight. I was going to use what little Adamos has taught me so far, but before I knew it, Clarisse was behind me and dragging me by the neck to a cinderblock shaped building.

"Damn this girls got an iron grip. Who's her mom, the truckosaurus?"

"Your making jokes at a time like this? Why don't you help me!"

"Ugh fine. Just follow what I say."

Once I stopped the overall pointless punches and kicks that barely seemed to faze the larger girl, I put what Adamos told me into action. Dropping lower to the ground in a squat, Clarisse's hand still firmly around my neck. I put a lot of force turning my body so that I face her, bringing my elbow up to slam into her wrist, knocking her hand away before grabbing it and her upper arm and executing a perfect over the shoulder throw. Clarisse lands on her back with the wind slightly knocked out of her. Her feature become even angrier than before. I back up and try to put myself in a fighting stance when I feel both of my arms restrained. Two of the girls that came with Clarisse were restraining me. Together the just carried me towards the building that I now knew was the bathroom from the signs hanging around. I tried to escape again but these girls were almost as strong as Clarisse herself.

"For that you'll be thoroughly introduced to camp." Clarisse snarled after getting back up and leading us to the restrooms.

They dragged me into the girl's restroom. There was a line of toilets on the wall to the right and shower on the left wall. It smelled like any other public restroom. However, one thought that managed to come to mind was that if the gods owned the camp, why did the restrooms suck so much?

Clarisse and her friends were all just laughing as I tried to struggle from their grip.

"Come on Percy, get out. I don't feel like experiencing the taste of toilet water."

"I'm trying!" I said trying to find the strength that I used against the Minotaur. Even without the spear I still did some physically impressive things, but the strength wasn't there.

"Like he's 'Big Three' material," Clarisse said as she pushed me towards the toilet. "I bet the Minotaur probably died cause he couldn't stop laughing at him."

Annabeth just stood in the corner with her hands over her eyes, but I could see that she was still watching through the cracks in her fingers.

Clarisse's goons just shoved me to my knees before letting go. I tried to get back up, but Clarisse just pushed my head towards the toilet bowl. It smelled worse up close.

"Percy!?" Adamos said, his voice having a slight trace of panic at being so close to the disgusting water.

I didn't respond as I was focusing more on trying to keep my head up. I really didn't want to touch the water.

"Percy, try to feel for the water, use it against them."

"I'm not feeling this gross stuff."

"No sense it, feel FOR it, control it like you did at the museum when dragged Nancy into the fountain." Adamos explained.

"But that was a fluke!" I mentally shout at him.

"Then just remake the fluke!" Adamos shouts back.

Deciding that it was better than being plunged head first into the toilet I tried to feel around for the water. I felt nothing, not really knowing what to look for. Until I sensed something moving. It was flowing around me, and I reached out for whatever it was. As I grasped whatever it was, I felt a sharp pull in my gut. I heard the piping around me begin to rumble and I tightened my grip on the flow, hoping that whatever it was I was doing was working. Clarisse's grip on my head loosened as the water in the bowl shot out of the toilet, flowing around and avoiding my head. The next thing that happened was the sound of Clarisse screaming as I dropped to the floor. I turned to see what was happening, and the water just hit Clarisse in the face hard enough to knock her over. The water was hitting her so hard that she began to slide into the shower stall. As she struggled under the pressure the rest of the toilets erupted and went after her friends. They were being swept out of the bathroom by the water pressure, and once the were clear of the entrance I felt the tug in my gut lessen as the water stopped spraying. The entire bathroom was flooded, even Annabeth wasn't spared as she stood there in the same spot, completely soaked, staring at me in shock. Out of the entire room I realized that I was standing in the only dry spot. Perks of being the son of Poseidon I guess.

I stood up shakily and walked towards the entrance to the rest room. Outside Clarisse and her friends were sprawled out in the mud, with a group of campers gawking at them. Clarisse was completely soaked and smelled of sewage.

She looked at me with a look filled with hate. "Your dead new kid. Totally dead!"

I couldn't help but retort back. "You want to gargle on toilet water again Clarisse? Shut your mouth."

Her friends, not wanting to go through another wash, had to drag her back to their cabin by force. The other campers all made a path so as not to get kicked in the face by Clarisse's flailing feet. Annabeth just stared at me. It was hard to tell if she was grossed out or angry at me for dousing her to.

"Maybe both?"

"Probably."

"So… uh, what are you thinking." I asked, not really feeling comfortable with the way she was looking at me.

"I'm thinking," She said, "That I want you on my team for capture the flag."

"That is not at all what I expected her to say."

"Nope." Adamos said popping the p.

Line break

It had been an exhausting day at camp in more ways than one. After the whole toilet incident, word spread quickly and now everywhere I go campers just point and whisper about me. Annabeth, who was still wet at the time, showed me a few more places. We went by the metal shop (Adamos seemed excited about that), the arts and crafts room (His mood soured at the sight of a few satyrs sand blasting a statue of a goat man), and the climbing wall, which had lava pouring out the sides, shook, and clashed together (That got him back to an excitable mood). We ended the tour at the canoeing lake. Annabeth, still with a less than pleased face left after telling me that dinner was at seven-thirty. This left just me and Adamos on the beach.

"So. Todays been an event." I think flatly.

"Well it could have gone worse. You could be the one covered in toilet water." Adamos points out.

"I guess. But hey I've been meaning to ask you something about earlier."

"Go ahead."

"Well when I asked Chiron about the Capital G-God you were pretty mad. Want to share with the class?"

Adamos just lets out a sigh. "I was kinda hoping you would forget about that."

"Yeah—no. So, spill."

"Well you know how Chiron said that the gods move with the west. How the moved to Rome, then Spain, then England and yada yada."

"Yeah?" I say still not knowing where he was going with this.

"Well I was super pissed at the Romans for a few things that I won't bother explaining since it doesn't really matter right now. So one of the most prominent things that I did was set off Mt. Vesuvius, and destroyed Pompeii—"

"Wait! You caused the eruption in Pompeii. That was like, one of the worst disasters in history!"

"Percy, I'm a god of destruction, earth, disasters, and volcanoes among other domains. You should have expected me to have done things like this."

"I guess. It's just different hearing you admit to it. Any way sorry go on."

"Right, so I destroyed Pompeii, but that didn't really help very much. So I came up with another plan. You see a few centuries before Pompeii I was in Egypt and I met a guy named Moses—"

"Like THE Moses. Ten commandments Moses!?"

"Yes, now are you going to let me finish?"

"Sorry."

"Ok so Moses was looking for wisdom from God, so I set a bush on fire with the flames of life. They burn a white color and don't actually hurt unless I want them to. He was actually suffering from some serious heart disease at the time, so I just cured it for him. Anyways set the bush on fire, hid behind a rock and gave him the Ten Commandments, never suspected a thing, thought I was the voice of god. Then he offered a bunch of sacrifices for the plagues, locusts and such, treasures not human sacrifices just so you know. He could afford a lot because he didn't exactly leave poor when he left Egypt, he was still the adopted son of a princess. He gave up the last of his possessions so I could move the red sea for him. That's when they started calling me God. It was only later when Jesus was born when it became a big thing and I made set my plans into motion."

"So are you Jesus's dad or something. Cause he was born from the virgin Mary."

"Yes but let me explain, by then I was pretty commonly known as God by various groups. So, when I was in Rome, I did meet Mary and Joseph. Mary was actually sterile and couldn't have children. So with a little blessing I was able to give Mary a child without any physical contact involved. He was the first time that I blessed someone with a child so I may have gone overboard with the amount of powers I gave him as a demigod. Performing all those miracles that no other demigod could do plus the magic I did teach him. Luckily, he grew up to be such a good kid, I am always proud of him. I do feel guilty about using my son to tear apart the Roman Empire, but he said that as long as I help the masses with him, he was fine. You can bet your ass that I made sure he went to Elysium for it."

"So let me get this straight. You were behind many of the bibles stories."

"Yes."

"You split the Red Sea for Moses."

"Yep."

"You're the father of Jesus."

"Affirmative."

"And created an entire religion just to destroy Rome?" This came out as more of a statement of disbelief than an actual question.

"Well I did indirectly cause the deaths of a few Roman Emperors and caused the Gothic tribes of the north to go to war with the Romans, so it wasn't just creating a religion. But yes, I destroyed the Roman Empire." He said proudly, like I'm supposed to be in awe at the destruction of an entire civilization.

"Can I ask why?" I say feeling even more emotionally and mentally exhausted.

"Just very personal reasons with all of Rome in general."

"Whatever. I give. Its completely insane to believe but with you I honestly don't doubt it."

"Well I am genius even by godly standards." Adamos says and I can feel the god smirking in my head.

"And what was that about you getting angry at Annabeth about crows?"

"Oh, that's actually simpler. You know how our dad made horses right?" I nod. "While dad made horses from seafoam and parts of the ocean, I made crows and ravens from the burnt sticks and leaves of our Aunt Hestia's hearth. I created them to help with stealing precious treasures and weapons from the titan army during the titanomachy, and they've been my sacred animals ever since "

"You used them to steal things?"

"Yeah. Why do you think that they are so attracted to shiny objects?" I didn't respond back but in a way, it did make sense. I've seen plenty of crows attracted to shiny things.

"Is there any thing else that you should mention so I don't have to ask later?"

"Only two other things that come to mind."

"And what would those be?"

"I did have only two other children. They were born like how Jesus was and the only other children that I ever had."

"So, who are these other nieces/nephews of mine?"

"King Arthur of Camelot and Joan of Arc." Adamos sighs in fondness. "They make me so proud."

If I was drinking a glass of water, I would have done a spit take. The fact that my brother just so casually referred to some of histories most recognized figures as his kids was a bit shocking. I mean King Arthur of Camelot was a myth but Adamos just said that he was his son proves that he's real, and my nephew no less.

"Alright tell me the last thing please before I suffer a mental breakdown."

"Would you freak out if I said that I also created the first sea dragons?"

"I… I think that's enough information for today." I say aloud. "I need something to eat…or drink or, something, I don't know."

"Alright Percy. I think your right about that. Too much all at once can be a bad thing."

Nodding in agreement I pick myself up off the sandy beach and make my way back to the cabins with both Minotaur horns. Luckily for me now was the time that the conch for the start of dinner sounded. I seriously needed something to eat after all of today.

A/N: AND SCENE. All right everyone that's a wrap. I hope no ones crossed about me using Adamos as reason for many things in the bible and such. I mean in the PJO series the gods are pulling the strings on many things in the world. Adamos may be banished from the Greek pantheon but that doesn't mean he's gonna sit around and do nothing. No! he's just as smart and clever as Athena if not more so and he's founded a new religion so as to prevent any chance of him fading. And for those that are wondering God is not his Roman form or any other of the religious names that God goes by. For him they are like alias like how Apollo goes by Fred sometimes. I never want Adamos to be like those stories where Percy is a god and he's super humble to everyone because that's boring. He's mischievous, a bit prideful, and snarky, but is more understanding and compassionate with mortals than other gods. Maybe a bit like RDJ's Tony Stark. I'm thinking of calling his roman form if he had one Caldeus, like the Caldera volcanoes. (Look them up) Again please write reviews. They help me figure out what I need to do better in writing my stories. Just no unnecessary flaming, if you've ever taken a high school to college level writing course you should know about constructive criticism. I want to thank the reviewers that take the time to write the reviews. You guys are fan-tucking-fastic.' See you all next time on another episode of Camp Stabsalot.

Shout out to BoredPerson86 for writing a review an hour after I just finished writing this chapter.