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My Dinner Goes Up in Smoke
"Ugh, this'll be a boring chapter." Connor whines at the title.
"Shut up!" some of the campers yell.
At that Connor slumped down in his seat preparing to be bored throughout this chapter.
Word of the bathroom incident spread immediately. Wherever I went, campers pointed at me and murmured something about toilet water. Or maybe they were just staring at Annabeth, who was still pretty much dripping wet.
She showed me a few more places: the metal shop (where kids were forging their own swords), the arts-and-crafts room (where satyrs were sandblasting a giant marble statue of a goat-man), and the climbing wall, which actually consisted of two facing walls that shook violently, dropped boulders, sprayed lava, and clashed together if you didn't get to the top fast enough.
"Lava?" Sally paused in her reading.
"I don't go on it much, Mom!" Percy tried to relax her.
"We've never had any critical injuries from the wall, Ms. Jackson." Chiron informed the mother.
"Besides, we provide the camp with nectar and ambrosia, so any major healing is relatively quick to be treated." Apollo added.
Hearing all this Sally was able to relax again and continue reading.
Finally we returned to the canoeing lake, where the trail led back to the cabins.
"I've got training to do," Annabeth said flatly. "Dinner's at seven-thirty. Just follow your cabin to the mess hall."
"Annabeth, I'm sorry about the toilets."
"Whatever."
"It wasn't my fault."
Snorts can be heard from basically everyone in the room.
"Yeah, yeah, I know." Percy waved them off.
She looked at me skeptically, and I realized it was my fault. I'd made water shoot out of the bathroom fixtures. I didn't understand how. But the toilets had responded to me. I had become one with the plumbing.
"'One with the plumbing.' Very nice." Connor snickered. 'At least this part will still have some laughs in it.'
"You need to talk to the Oracle," Annabeth said.
"Who?"
"Not who. What. The Oracle. I'll ask Chiron."
I stared into the lake, wishing somebody would give me a straight answer for once.
I wasn't expecting anybody to be looking back at me from the bottom, so my heart skipped a beat when I noticed two teenage girls sitting cross-legged at the base of the pier, about twenty feet below. They wore blue jeans and shimmering green T-shirts, and their brown hair floated loose around their shoulders as minnows darted in and out. They smiled and waved as if I were a long-lost friend.
"Ah, the naiads." Poseidon said, "They're sweet. Can be quite helpful in skirmishes."
"They are one of the more pleasant water-based myths I know." Percy agreed.
I didn't know what else to do. I waved back.
"Don't encourage them," Annabeth warned. "Naiads are terrible flirts."
"Dolphins are worse." Percy groaned, his father nodding in agreement.
"Not to mention fish, they never shut up." The Sea God moaned.
Meanwhile, all the others were looking at the pair with mixed expressions. Some were baffled at the topic, others were startled at the similarities of the father and son, and the rest were just confused in general. Of course, the pair was unaware of the looks they were getting and were trapped in their thoughts.
Sally had managed to drag her focus back to the book in front of her and continued.
"Naiads," I repeated, feeling completely overwhelmed. "That's it. I want to go home now."
"That's what makes you want to leave, Prissy?" Clarisse questions.
"More like it was the last straw on top of a pile of more stress-inducing information." The boy explains.
Annabeth frowned. "Don't you get it, Percy? You are home. This is the only safe place on earth for kids like us."
"You mean, mentally disturbed kids?"
"We are kinda 'mentally disturbed' aren't we?" Chris smirks.
"Oh yeah." Percy smiles.
"Well, from a mortal standpoint you're definitely crazy." Rachel jokes.
"Hey! When we met was a one-time thing!" Percy yells.
The others look at the two utterly confused.
Rachel was the one to notice the looks and just smiled, "I'm sure it'll come up in one of the upcoming books."
"I mean not human. Not totally human, anyway. Half-human."
"Half-human and half-what?"
"I think you know."
I didn't want to admit it, but I was afraid I did. I felt a tingling in my limbs, a sensation I sometimes felt when my mom talked about my dad.
"God," I said. "Half-god."
"No half-dog." Someone deadpanned causing the kids to giggle.
Sally decided to continue over them.
Annabeth nodded. "Your father isn't dead, Percy. He's one of the Olympians."
"That's…crazy."
"Is it? What's the most common thing gods did in the old stories? They ran around falling in love with humans and having kids with them. Do you think they've changed their habits in the last few millennia?"
"But those are just—" I almost said myths again. Then I remembered Chiron's warning that in two thousand years, I might be considered a myth. "But if all the kids here are half-gods—"
"Demigods," Annabeth said. "That's the official term. Or half-bloods."
"Then who's your dad?"
"Of course, you assume her parent is male." Athena sneered. "Typical of sea-spawn."
"So sorry that most Olympians are male. Didn't help that other than Lady Aphrodite, the goddesses I knew are virgin goddesses." Percy grumbled.
"He does have a point niece." Hades indicated. "Also, he knows basically nothing about your daughter at the time. So, his assumption makes sense."
"Didn't help that he only knew of the Big Three, Hermes, and Ares at that moment." Annabeth added, much to her mother's dismay at the support of the boy.
The Wisdom Goddess huffed and settled back down in her seat.
Her hands tightened around the pier railing. I got the feeling I'd just trespassed on a sensitive subject.
"My dad is a professor at West Point," she said. "I haven't seen him since I was very small. He teaches American history."
"He's human."
"What? You assume it has to be a male god who finds a human female attractive? How sexist is that?"
"Jeez, Annie." Thalia groaned.
"I know. I was annoyed at his apparent lack of information. Everything makes much more sense now."
"Who's your mom, then?"
"Cabin six."
"Meaning?"
Annabeth straightened. "Athena. Goddess of wisdom and battle."
Okay, I thought. Why not?
"And my dad?"
"Undetermined," Annabeth said, "like I told you before. Nobody knows."
"Except my mother. She knew."
"Maybe not, Percy. Gods don't always reveal their identities."
"My dad would have. He loved her."
At that Poseidon had let out a small sigh. He had been lucky to meet Sally, only to discover she was clear-sighted. But in the end, she didn't care. She knew exactly who he was and accepted it, and for that he couldn't help but fall for her. What they had had been beautiful and amazing, resulting in the birth of his son. Perseus was everything he would have hoped a demigod child of his would be. Yes, he had his heir, and of course he loved Triton. But learning of what the demigods live through? Percy was just proving how worthy he was, and he couldn't be prouder. Poseidon just hoped Amphitrite would not take her anger at him out on Percy. He didn't believe she would, but she would definitely show indifference towards his son. Triton on the other hand would need to be watched, potentially.
Annabeth gave me a cautious look. She didn't want to burst my bubble. "Maybe you're right. Maybe he'll send a sign. That's the only way to know for sure: your father has to send you a sign claiming you as his son. Sometimes it happens."
"You mean sometimes it doesn't?"
Annabeth ran her palm along the rail. "The gods are busy. They have a lot of kids and they don't always…Well, sometimes they don't care about us, Percy. They ignore us."
At the mention, most of the gods wince. It was relatively true after all.
The campers on the other hand were solemn. They remembered those campers that had decided to leave or who passed never learning who their parent was.
I thought about some of the kids I'd seen in the Hermes cabin, teenagers who looked sullen and depressed, as if they were waiting for a call that would never come. I'd known kids like that at Yancy Academy, shuffled off to boarding school by rich parents who didn't have the time to deal with them. But gods should behave better.
"So I'm stuck here," I said. "That's it? For the rest of my life?"
"It depends," Annabeth said. "Some campers only stay the summer. If you're a child of Aphrodite or Demeter, you're probably not a real powerful force. The monsters might ignore you, so you can get by with a few months of summer training and live in the mortal world the rest of the year. But for some of us, it's too dangerous to leave. We're year-rounders. In the mortal world, we attract monsters. They sense us. They come to challenge us. Most of the time, they'll ignore us until we're old enough to cause trouble—about ten or eleven years old, but after that, most demigods either make their way here, or they get killed off. A few manage to survive in the outside world and become famous. Believe me, if I told you the names, you'd know them. Some don't even realize they're demigods. But very, very few are like that."
"So monsters can't get in here?"
"Not usually…" Grover muttered. Those who had gotten into camp during and after this quest had been dreadful.
Thankfully none of the gods had heard the satyr, but the campers did who all gained annoyed and angered looks at the memories.
Annabeth shook her head. "Not unless they're intentionally stocked in the woods or specially summoned by somebody on the inside."
"Why would anybody want to summon a monster?"
"Practice fights. Practical jokes."
"Practical jokes?"
"We don't do that!" The Stoll brothers cry out, even they knew the limits of pranking.
"The point is, the borders are sealed to keep mortals and monsters out. From the outside, mortals look into the valley and see nothing unusual, just a strawberry farm."
"So…you're a year-rounder?"
Annabeth nodded. From under the collar of her T-shirt she pulled a leather necklace with five clay beads of different colors. It was just like Luke's, except Annabeth's also had a big gold ring strung on it, like a college ring.
"I've been here since I was seven," she said. "Every August, on the last day of summer session, you get a bead for surviving another year. I've been here longer than most of the counselors, and they're all in college."
"Why did you come so young?"
"Ooh bad question to ask so early on, Perce." Thalia cringed.
"Yeah, found that out quick."
She twisted the ring on her necklace. "None of your business."
"Oh." I stood there for a minute in uncomfortable silence. "So…I could just walk out of here right now if I wanted to?"
"It would be suicide, but you could, with Mr. D's or Chiron's permission. But they wouldn't give permission until the end of the summer session unless…"
"Unless?"
"You were granted a quest. But that hardly ever happens. The last time…"
Her voice trailed off. I could tell from her tone that the last time hadn't gone well.
"Back in the sick room," I said, "when you were feeding me that stuff—"
"Ambrosia."
"Yeah. You asked me something about the summer solstice."
Annabeth's shoulders tensed. "So you do know something?"
"Well…no. Back at my old school, I overheard Grover and Chiron talking about it. Grover mentioned the summer solstice. He said something like we didn't have much time, because of the deadline. What did that mean?"
She clenched her fists. "I wish I knew. Chiron and the satyrs, they know, but they won't tell me. Something is wrong in Olympus, something pretty major. Last time I was there, everything seemed so normal."
"Yeah, too normal." Annabeth whispered.
"You've been to Olympus?"
"Some of us year-rounders—Luke and Clarisse and I and a few others— we took a field trip during winter solstice. That's when the gods have their big annual council."
"But…how did you get there?"
"The Long Island Railroad, of course. You get off at Penn Station. Empire State Building, special elevator to the six hundredth floor." She looked at me like she was sure I must know this already. "You are a New Yorker, right?"
"Oof, I can feel the disbelief and I wasn't even there during this." Thalia smirked.
"Oh, sure." As far as I knew, there were only a hundred and two floors in the Empire State Building, but I decided not to point that out.
"We really should've just shown you the orientation film, huh?" Grover said.
"Would've surely helped some."
"Right after we visited," Annabeth continued, "the weather got weird, as if the gods had started fighting. A couple of times since, I've overheard satyrs talking. The best I can figure out is that something important was stolen. And if it isn't returned by summer solstice, there's going to be trouble. When you came, I was hoping…I mean—Athena can get along with just about anybody, except for Ares. And of course she's got the rivalry with Poseidon. But, I mean, aside from that, I thought we could work together. I thought you might know something."
I shook my head. I wished I could help her, but I felt too hungry and tired and mentally overloaded to ask any more questions.
"Ah yes, and a hungry Percy is a terrible privilege to deal with. Add on tired and you have basically a monster to wrangle." Annabeth sniggered.
"Hey!"
"I've got to get a quest," Annabeth muttered to herself. "I'm not too young. If they would just tell me the problem…"
I could smell barbecue smoke coming from somewhere nearby. Annabeth must've heard my stomach growl. She told me to go on, she'd catch me later. I left her on the pier, tracing her finger across the rail as if drawing a battle plan.
Back at cabin eleven, everybody was talking and horsing around, waiting for dinner. For the first time, I noticed that a lot of the campers had similar features: sharp noses, upturned eyebrows, mischievous smiles. They were the kind of kids that teachers would peg as troublemakers. Thankfully, nobody paid much attention to me as I walked over to my spot on the floor and plopped down with my minotaur horn.
The counselor, Luke, came over. He had the Hermes family resemblance, too. It was marred by that scar on his right cheek, but his smile was intact.
"Found you a sleeping bag," he said. "And here, I stole you some toiletries from the camp store."
I couldn't tell if he was kidding about the stealing part.
"He wasn't."
"I figured."
I said, "Thanks."
"No prob." Luke sat next to me, pushed his back against the wall. "Tough first day?"
"I don't belong here," I said. "I don't even believe in gods."
"Yeah," he said. "That's how we all started. Once you start believing in them? It doesn't get any easier."
The bitterness in his voice surprised me, because Luke seemed like a pretty easygoing guy. He looked like he could handle just about anything.
The campers huffed; it had taken them too long to notice something was wrong at camp. Thalia in particular was taking hearing about Luke quite hard. He was so different from what she remembered him to be.
"So your dad is Hermes?" I asked.
He pulled a switchblade out of his back pocket, and for a second I thought he was going to gut me, but he just scraped the mud off the sole of his sandal. "Yeah. Hermes."
"The wing-footed messenger guy."
"That's a new one." Hermes snorted.
"That's him. Messengers. Medicine. Travelers, merchants, thieves. Anybody who uses the roads. That's why you're here, enjoying cabin eleven's hospitality. Hermes isn't picky about who he sponsors."
I figured Luke didn't mean to call me a nobody. He just had a lot on his mind.
"You ever meet your dad?" I asked.
"Once."
I waited, thinking that if he wanted to tell me, he'd tell me. Apparently, he didn't. I wondered if the story had anything to do with how he got his scar.
Luke looked up and managed a smile. "Don't worry about it, Percy. The campers here, they're mostly good people. After all, we're extended family, right? We take care of each other."
The campers were getting annoyed with this part. Luke sure knew how to make everything seem fine and dandy.
He seemed to understand how lost I felt, and I was grateful for that, because an older guy like him—even if he was a counselor—should've steered clear of an uncool middle-schooler like me. But Luke had welcomed me into the cabin. He'd even stolen me some toiletries, which was the nicest thing anybody had done for me all day.
It was starting to become clear why Percy had taken Luke's turning as badly as the others. He had clearly looked up to the guy only to have him be everything he believed him not to be.
I decided to ask him my last big question, the one that had been bothering me all afternoon. "Clarisse, from Ares, was joking about me being 'Big Three' material. Then Annabeth…twice, she said I might be 'the one.' She said I should talk to the Oracle. What was that all about?"
Luke folded his knife. "I hate prophecies."
"Don't we all." Percy moaned getting nods of agreement from the other campers.
At the nods, Apollo gained a look of hurt. He could understand there mindsets though, prophecies for demigods tend to be more negative than positive.
"What do you mean?"
His face twitched around the scar. "Let's just say I messed things up for everybody else. The last two years, ever since my trip to the Garden of the Hesperides went sour, Chiron hasn't allowed any more quests. Annabeth's been dying to get out into the world. She pestered Chiron so much he finally told her he already knew her fate. He'd had a prophecy from the Oracle. He wouldn't tell her the whole thing, but he said Annabeth wasn't destined to go on a quest yet. She had to wait until…somebody special came to the camp."
"Somebody special?"
"Don't worry about it, kid," Luke said. "Annabeth wants to think every new camper who comes through here is the omen she's been waiting for. Now, come on, it's dinnertime."
The moment he said it, a horn blew in the distance. Somehow, I knew it was a conch shell, even though I'd never heard one before.
"Can you do that with anything involving the sea?" Travis asked.
"Haven't found anything I don't seem to just seemingly know." Percy shrugged.
"Cool!"
Luke yelled, "Eleven, fall in!"
The whole cabin, about twenty of us, filed into the commons yard. We lined up in order of seniority, so of course I was dead last. Campers came from the other cabins, too, except for the three empty cabins at the end, and cabin eight, which had looked normal in the daytime, but was now starting to glow silver as the sun went down.
We marched up the hill to the mess hall pavilion. Satyrs joined us from the meadow. Naiads emerged from the canoeing lake. A few other girls came out of the woods—and when I say out of the woods, I mean straight out of the woods. I saw one girl, about nine or ten years old, melt from the side of a maple tree and come skipping up the hill.
In all, there were maybe a hundred campers, a few dozen satyrs, and a dozen assorted wood nymphs and naiads.
At the pavilion, torches blazed around the marble columns. A central fire burned in a bronze brazier the size of a bathtub. Each cabin had its own table, covered in white cloth trimmed in purple. Four of the tables were empty, but cabin eleven's was way overcrowded. I had to squeeze on to the edge of a bench with half my butt hanging off.
"Hey, why aren't we allowed to sit anywhere? Wouldn't that at least solve one space issue?" Percy asked.
"It's just always been like that." Annabeth shrugged. She had similar thoughts long ago.
I saw Grover sitting at table twelve with Mr. D, a few satyrs, and a couple of plump blond boys who looked just like Mr. D. Chiron stood to one side, the picnic table being way too small for a centaur.
At the mention Hephaestus paused in his tinkering and pulled out a journal and began sketching a new design, a determined glint appearing in his eyes.
Annabeth sat at table six with a bunch of serious-looking athletic kids, all with her gray eyes and honey-blond hair.
Clarisse sat behind me at Ares's table. She'd apparently gotten over being hosed down, because she was laughing and belching right alongside her friends.
Finally, Chiron pounded his hoof against the marble floor of the pavilion, and everybody fell silent. He raised a glass. "To the gods!"
Everybody else raised their glasses. "To the gods!"
Wood nymphs came forward with platters of food: grapes, apples, strawberries, cheese, fresh bread, and yes, barbecue! My glass was empty, but Luke said, "Speak to it. Whatever you want—nonalcoholic, of course."
I said, "Cherry Coke."
The glass filled with sparkling caramel liquid.
Then I had an idea. "Blue Cherry Coke."
Annabeth snorted, "Of course you did."
Percy turned to her with a smile and playful eyes.
The soda turned a violent shade of cobalt.
I took a cautious sip. Perfect.
I drank a toast to my mother.
Sally let out a sigh, her son apparently was going to take the loss of her to her for a while.
Hera also let out a minute sigh, she wished she could have the devotion from her sons like this demigod had for his mother. Alas she had not been blessed with such a relationship with any one of her children. Hera was so wrapped up in her longing that she never took into account her actions in the relationship she possesses with her children.
She's not gone, I told myself. Not permanently, anyway. She's in the Underworld. And if that's a real place, then someday…
"Here you go, Percy," Luke said, handing me a platter of smoked brisket.
I loaded my plate and was about to take a big bite when I noticed everybody getting up, carrying their plates toward the fire in the center of the pavilion. I wondered if they were going for dessert or something.
"Come on," Luke told me.
As I got closer, I saw that everyone was taking a portion of their meal and dropping it into the fire, the ripest strawberry, the juiciest slice of beef, the warmest, most buttery roll.
"Percy, your thoughts are making me hungry again!" cried Travis.
Sorry! I'm making myself hungry too man."
Luke murmured in my ear, "Burnt offerings for the gods. They like the smell."
"You're kidding."
"It does smell fantastic." Apollo mused.
"Yes, but you can't live off of the fumes alone like you and wings here were dumb enough to try." Artemis drolled.
"Was interesting to try. Made the return to nectar and ambrosia all that much better." Hermes shrugged.
His look warned me not to take this lightly, but I couldn't help wondering why an immortal, all-powerful being would like the smell of burning food. Luke approached the fire, bowed his head, and tossed in a cluster of fat red grapes. "Hermes."
I was next.
I wished I knew what god's name to say.
Finally, I made a silent plea. Whoever you are, tell me. Please.
'I will.' The Sea God swore.
I scraped a big slice of brisket into the flames.
When I caught a whiff of the smoke, I didn't gag.
It smelled nothing like burning food. It smelled of hot chocolate and fresh-baked brownies, hamburgers on the grill and wildflowers, and a hundred other good things that shouldn't have gone well together, but did. I could almost believe the gods could live off that smoke.
"Not for a lack of trying." Apollo grumbled crossing his arms across his chest.
When everybody had returned to their seats and finished eating their meals, Chiron pounded his hoof again for our attention.
Mr. D got up with a huge sigh. "Yes, I suppose I'd better say hello to all you brats. Well, hello. Our activities director, Chiron, says the next capture the flag is Friday. Cabin five presently holds the laurels."
A bunch of ugly cheering rose from the Ares table.
"Personally," Mr. D continued, "I couldn't care less, but congratulations. Also, I should tell you that we have a new camper today. Peter Johnson."
Chiron murmured something.
"Er, Percy Jackson," Mr. D corrected. "That's right. Hurrah, and all that. Now run along to your silly campfire. Go on."
Everybody cheered. We all headed down toward the amphitheater, where Apollo's cabin led a sing-along. We sang camp songs about the gods and ate s'mores and joked around, and the funny thing was, I didn't feel that anyone was staring at me anymore. I felt that I was home.
All the campers let out a longing sigh. They all missed how simple it used to be, before all the Titan drama started.
Sally felt solemn, this was why she was hesitant to send Percy to camp. She feared every year would be the last time he would decide to come home to her. Taking in a breath she presses on hoping to finish up to get a moment to herself.
Later in the evening, when the sparks from the campfire were curling into a starry sky, the conch horn blew again, and we all filed back to our cabins. I didn't realize how exhausted I was until I collapsed on my borrowed sleeping bag.
My fingers curled around the Minotaur's horn. I thought about my mom, but I had good thoughts: her smile, the bedtime stories she would read me when I was a kid, the way she would tell me not to let the bedbugs bite.
When I closed my eyes, I fell asleep instantly.
That was my first day at Camp Half-Blood.
I wish I'd known how briefly I would get to enjoy my new home.
At the last line she read Sally looked to her son hoping for an explanation. Afterall, she didn't know what happened after she had been taken by Lord Hades.
Unfortunately, her son wasn't forthcoming with an answer he just motioned to the book in her hands.
'Well, guess we'll find out.'
"Who'd like to go next?" Sally offered out the book.
"I'll do it Ms. Jackson!" Travis waved his hand out.
"Please be serious when you read Trav…" Annabeth warned him.
"Why, Annabeth, it's like you don't think I can!" Travis faked his hurt.
"Dear Annie, my bro is the most serious of serious!" Connor played along.
Chris just shook his head at his brothers, he knew they could be serious, but di immortales does this group need some tension breaking.
"Here you go honey." Sally smiled to the son of Hermes who grabbed the book beaming.
AN: And there's the chapter! Thankfully I've had the time to work on this story, but that'll probably change some in the upcoming weeks. I'll be heading back to college in a few weeks so we'll have to see how flexible my schedule will be.
Feel free to review or PM what you think, I appreciate all commentary! See y'all next time.