Ink- I wrote most of this chapter listening to 21 Savage and Ariana Grande which explains most of the mood of the chapter. I'm going on vacation in a week so I may or may not get this chapter on time, just a heads up. Also here's my update schedule if you don't know:

Every 10 days I update The Moon Prince or Finding Three More.

And very well the games have begun.

Annabeth and I decide to group up and try to double team any unsuspecting hunters that try to come our way. While we are trekking, a question comes to mind.

"So how long do these games usually last?" I ask while jogging with Annabeth to the border of the two sides. Annabeth gives me a vague answer of a shrug.

"I don't really know, usually for only the camp vs camp, they are 20-40 minutes, but since it is against the hunters it's probably going to be 15-20 minutes." Annabeth answers. Dang, all I've heard the campers say about their game against the hunt is straight negativity. I guess if they were positive the whole time, it would get pretty repetitive.

We reposition ourselves in the dryad's trees and hide until we find our prey. It's pretty awkward because our faces are about 4 inches away and we can hear each other breathe. While we are camouflaged, I realize that if we find a hunter, it would be pretty hard for both of us to keep up the charade in front of Annabeth. I need to somehow split up from her.

"Annabeth, I have a feeling that they aren't going to just traipse right through, they wouldn't go without checking every angle, so I'm going to split up so they don't see both of us. Since there is only one person here, there's less chance of you being seen." I head out of there before she could formulate a response. I dash to the far left, where I can already see some hunters rounding up two campers.

'It's been 3 minutes since the game has started. How have they already vanquished people?' I complain in my mind. I reposition myself once again, this time behind a rather large boulder. This rock is 15 feet tall and is a perfect vantage point for any hunters that are not paying attention, which is a pretty small chance since the hunters are trained in the hunt to be aware of your surroundings at all times.

And what do I do when I find a decent spot to stay? I camp. I know, I know, not the most courageous thing a guy can do, but sue me. I'm not going there with guns akimbo defeating everyone. Though that does sound fun, I'll probably get obliterated and then be the laughing stock at camp, and that is not at the top of my summer to-do list.

As I'm sitting there, I think about what would I do after the huntresses have left. Some of the ideas were, just do nonstop training, sneak out with Hermes Cabin, and befriend people in Aphrodite Cabin. Luke and Annabeth mentioned that the nicest person, Silena Beauregard, was in the Aphrodite Cabin. Apparently, she is like 2-3 years older than me so I could have another friend.

10 minutes pass, I've been sitting here.

'How have I not seen someone yet?' I think to myself. 2 minutes pass by, and I hear a soft squish of grass. I don't think the campers would make such a subtle noise. They seem to be the type to brute force through a problem, which isn't necessarily a bad thing. Just I think the hunters are way more calculating and actually think through every move that they do in the lengths to defeat their prey.

Anyway, the subtle noise is some crunch in the grass to the right of me. Then I hear a whisper.

"Everyone's gone, it's just Percy." It's Pheobe. Gods, why do they all get out and leave me alone to fend off everyone.

Then another voice emerges, note, not very loudly, "Phoebe he's here, you know that?" I think it's Naomi but her voice is very indistinguishable. I step as light as I could to the left of the boulder, silently hoping that they would just give up and leave. The footsteps crunch a bit louder to my right. I lean ever so slightly to the left, praying that I would just slip away from their line of sight.

Then suddenly, I hear loud steps and I look up to see the familiar face of Phoebe smirking.

"Looks like we found ourselves a camper," Pheobe shouts to everyone, making sure the other campers who got out hear her. I roll backward to show I'm visible to the campers.

"I guess you were wishing you didn't," Then say mirroring her smirk in a whisper, "Though I'm hardly a camper." I made it so that only the hunt could hear.

The hunters, I guess decided before to show no mercy. They all attack me at once, and I may be adequate at close-range combat, but I can't handle 5-6 hunters simultaneously fighting me. I head to the jail, where the whole team is there.

The game is about over since the huntresses have to retrieve the flag. Overall, I didn't hate the game. Nothing too negative. That is until I hear someone behind me.

"Dam and I thought he was actually good," I whip around to see a tall boy, around 6' 3", with a...unhandsome face.

"What?" I ask confused. I mean it's not like I did anything wrong. Maybe I was a bit cowardly, but no need for him to say that.

"Oh nothing, it's just I thought you would be useful considering you beat Luke, but I guess you aren't." The dude says smugly. I want to wipe his stupid smirk off of his face, but I shall remain calm.

I keep a poker face when I respond, "Brilliant conclusion, honestly, didn't know you could think." Annabeth suddenly appears next to me.

"What's happening here?" She says. The boy gets relatively heated after my truthful statement.

"This kid thinks he is the greatest in the world and I don't think that's true." The boy barks, as he strides to me and raises his hand. I thought he would strike, but he didn't. Instead, the older camper grabs me by my hair and forcibly brings me up. It's been about 2-3 months since that's happened to me.

The elder War Spawn bares his teeth.

"Look boy, you don't talk like that to an Ares kid. Alright?" He says menacingly at me, still grasping a clump of my hair. I don't respond immediately, mainly because I can't my scalps on fire and I can't move. Rage builds inside of me. It's been a month since I escaped the wrath of Gabe, I am not letting this dude mess with me.

The Ares kid gets angrier when I don't answer instantly.

"I. Said. You don't talk to a child of Ares like that, do you?" He says closing his fist and yanks it up. I wince and my eye twitches. He reminds me of Gabe. Fat, and abusive. And nothing comes close to my hatred for Gabe. I have enough with this bitch.

"I don't give a fuck the way I talk to you," I say loud enough so every hunter and camper can hear. Big deal if campers find out. I don't care if I make a scene, it's Percy time.

He growls, "You made that a bad idea. I heard many things about you, time to see if it's true." She pulls my hair again, and I do my best to ignore the grip she has. I spin and perform a leg sweep that Mom taught me. It was the first move that anyone taught me, and Zoe and I trained me to perfect it.

I aim for his calves, and his knees bend low and I jump up to a tornado kick. Though, this camper wasn't backing down. My kick, aimed for his abdomen since I'm at a height difference, is blocked by his outer arm. Weapons are out, his bronze broadsword is out, but I see a different gleam with it. A similar gleam with Riptide, with its bronze tint.

While our stances are out, I analyze the situation which is something Apollo taught me.

"Best to see the fight with what you know from the outside than fight with what you know on the inside." Was one of his truly inspirational quotes. What I see, is that there are three hunters watching me, gods know where the rest are, and all the campers. Hopefully, the hunters are gone far away from here.

The ticked man has brown hair, like Katniss from The Hunger Games, but she is probably better with the bow. There is a gleam in his wild black eyes that bears resemblance to the one on her sword. I don't get any more time to observe when he makes the first move.

He fires in without a warning and rushes with fury. He misses when I roll to the boulder and play around it. No way I'm letting him fight in close combat, I have an odd sneaking feeling that he would mess me up in close.

"Get back here you little shit, you need to learn a lesson on who is boss." My ears are filled to the brim rage. 'Learn a lesson' I know what that means, means I'm receiving my daily dosage of beatings according to Gabe. A familiar tug in my gut emerges. I expect a spout of water to form with my mind, instead, vines form into a spiral.

"What the hell," I hear Pheobe on the side. It doesn't matter. Rage has already clouded my vision and judgment. Everything starts flying everywhere, it's like a tornado. Then I feel an object soaring towards me, I reach up and a wooden block forms into my hand.

It's karambit. It's a thin blade, with a wooden brake and a finger-ring. It's my dream weapon. I know, that's sounds really weird, a ten-year-old boy with a dream weapon, but since the third grade, we had to research self-defense. I don't know it was weird, but I did the project on the Karambit. Of course, I got a C on the project because the Karambit isn't that practical in self-defense. But it looked cool, so I got obsessed and drew prototypes. And this is the exact knife that was in my final knife.

The camper who originally challenged me is shaking. To be fair so am I. How do I have nature or forest powers? Then it hit me, literally, a branch wacks me in the back. Ouch! Mom has the power of the wilderness, this must be an extent of it. I glare at everyone with vines, surrounding me, daring anyone to make a move, hunters included.

Chiron and a guy with horrible posture and a glass of wine come running in. Chiron shoots an arrow in the middle of us, the hunter and I. Suddenly, my energy is lower, but I forge on. As I said, I'm not going down without a fight. Then I hear the wine dude sigh.

Vines identical to mine shoot out behind him and he commands him to me. I realize, rather quickly that he is trying to subdue me. Let's see how much energy must he exert.

"Percy! PERCY! PERSEUS JACKSON STOP NOW!" Chiron yells. That's the first thing I've heard since the game has started. Or maybe not, maybe it's the first one I registered for. Most likely, people were screaming before but I didn't listen.

"Why should I, he wanted it and now he is backing out. Coward." I crow pointing my sword at him. The Ares child is backing out, but when he hears what I said he stiffens. I struck a nerve, most likely chickening out is strictly forbidden in the Ares Cabin.

"I'm no coward!" He screams as he rushes in with blind rage. I merely grin. He runs in slicing every vine he sees in an effort to get remotely close to me. I'm truly flattered. There is only one problem, Chiron kept on doing whatever the energy-sapping thingy he did, so whenever the Ares kid sliced one-off, they didn't come back. In the end, we were both tired starings at each other.

"Percy! Logan! Stop it!" The smell of grape looms in the air until everyone hears a loud snap. I look back at the wine dude and turn down to my back. There is a 5-inch wide tear in my grey shirt. Blood starts spreading out and soaking into the rest of my shirt. I glare at him and fully prepare to exert the last of my energy on him but Chiron goes for him first.

"Mr.D we do not attack children. Imagine what his GODLY PARENT would think that an Olympian God attacks their son?" So this is Mr.D the bad guy. Also, I see through Chiron's message. He is warning Mr. D, Mom will mess him up and I hope she does.

Chiron wheels on Mr. D more, and talks about child trauma and mortal liabilities and etcetera. I don't pay attention to when the pain kicks in. My back feels it's been whipped and in a way I did. Those grapevines hurt, a lot more than you would think. But I now have a new toy to test.

The pain amplifies to where I can't stand up and I fall to my knees. The crowd of hunters and campers are all focused on the traumatized Ares child and Mr. D and Chiron show. All of them except one, a rather pretty girl with brown hair and green eyes.

"Hi, I'm Silena, you look injured and that vine looked like it hurt. Need help?" This girl named Silena says, then says in disgust, "I can patch you up decently, that is until the Apollo Cabin stops being distracted." I nod wordlessly and she raises me up. I lean on her shoulder and use her for support. I grit my teeth to the point where I start shivering, which I assume isn't good.

"Gods you are heavy for a 12-year-old," Silena breathes out when we start to slowly traverse to the medic tent I presume. Uh, what? I am not at the ripe age of 12 yet? Why would she think that?

"What?" I pant out, "I'm 10? Where'd you think I was 12?" Selena's cheeks turn pink as we stop and she gapes openly.

"No way? I thought you were my age?" Silena gasps turning to me and looking up and down. [Yes I changed her age lol-Ink]

"Also thanks, I try really hard not to be overweight, turns out it failed." I laugh, my smile hurts my face. Silena turns redder, then tilts her head.

"You are kidding," She says blankly, "Gods I'm so bad at that. Also sorry if I offended you it's just that you intimidated practically everyone. The last time we saw that showing was Thalia." I'm intimidating? If anything Zoe is intimidating, that girl is scary.

"I am? I guess the people I grew around rubbed off on me." I say then added darkly, "not all of them though." Silena shrugs as she is used to bad home life. Weird, I received the same reaction when I said a similar thing to Annabeth. Then again, I'm acting like I'm the only one with a bad childhood, which I'm not, so I shouldn't act so entitled. Especially because the only reason I'm alive is because of Mom's connections.

"Fair enough, alright all you gotta do is hobble a bit more and we'll be at the medical tent." Great hobbling is what I major in. After a strenuous minute of hobbling and limping, we arrive at the low and behold medical tent. It looks exactly like the hunt counterpart but it is like three times bigger which makes sense since they probably have three times the amount of people.

Silena pushes through the door and I see a bunch of hospital stretchers. I have a suspicion that they 'rightfully commandeered' them. We gently ease me onto the stretcher and I lay on my back.

"Alright so this may have been a bad idea, laying you on your back, but we need to put you on your stomach." I think about my previous interactions. Atalanta, The Minotaur, and of course Gabe. Then I remember my night in the medic tent and Zoe telling me my stomach got gut checked.

"Uhh yeah, about that. I have a stomach injury." I say awkwardly then hastily add, "It doesn't hurt, it's been about 2 weeks since it has happened." Silena sighs and rolls her eyes.

"Goddam your banged up. Alright, up with your shirt." Silena says. I give her a strange look.

She realizes how it sounds and says, "Stop looking at me like that, you get what I mean. I'm not like those Aphrodite kids. But anything is better than being compared to them." I laugh at her disgusted and utter horror. I lift up my shirt and Silena gasps. I cringe at her response, but I don't say anything.

"I won't ask, but I'll clean you up. I don't really know how to do anything else, but I'm pretty sure you need some stitches. Now sit up, if you can." She demands gently. I do as she says, but I'm getting bored really quickly and I need something to keep my mind entertained.

"So who is your godly parent?" I ask the brunette, striking up a conversation. Silena face scrunches up like she got a C on a test.

"Umm, it's Aphrodite." I cough on my spit, taken aback.

"What? Weren't you just flaming them? Isn't that like treason?" I ask aghast. Silena laughs at my question.

"Relax it isn't war, but those girls are about hooking up with guys then dropping them in an instance." She says cringing. I don't really understand what hooking up is but I assume that's bad.

"I guess if you say so," I say shrugging. Silena gives me a critical gaze.

"You don't believe me do you?" She says after some thinking.

I throw my hands up hysterically.

"No way how could I ever not believe the great Silena!" I sarcastically shout. That quip receives me shove into a pillow.

"You weirdo, anyway who do you think your godly parent is." I desperately want to say Artemis, but I can't. So I just give the vaguest answer possible.

"Well I know it's a god," I say dumbly. Now it is Silena's turn to be dramatic. She puts on an overblown face and places her hands on her cheeks.

"Oh, my gods. I never would have known that your godly parent is a GOD. Holy gosh this is ground-breaking. We need to alert the Chiron, the newspapers, the press. T-th-this could be legendary. The whole world needs to learn about the-" I stop her there.

"OK OK I get it, it was a dumb thing to say. Holy gods! But in all seriousness, I don't all I know is, my mom, is a god." I check over the sentence in case I trip something up. Most of the sentence was the truth.

My statement gets Silena thinking as she walks to the nearest cabinet to get the medical supplies. She produces a bottle of a light blue liquid and a clean rag.

"That's good at least, you have somewhere to start your estimate." She says as she walks back to the bed, "This is isopropyl alcohol. This is to clean and disinfect your wounds so you won't catch an infection. Just as a warning, this WILL hurt. So I dunno, clench everything I guess." She dabs the towel in the rubbing alcohol and I take a couple of seconds to prepare.

Well, I try, because the second I do, there is a sharp pain in my stomach. I grunt loudly and clutch the nearby edges. This probably hurt as much as the injury itself. She gently moves the small towel across my wound and at the end rubs it.

"Than-Thanks Sil*cough* for the warning." I choke out pointedly. Silena picks up the rag and crosses her arms.

"I did give you a warning and who gave you the authority to call me 'Sil'," She asserts, glaring at me. That look she is giving me looks like Zoe without her morning orange juice. I don't understand, she is just weird. But regardless, she is very crabby.

"My bad, just thought it was a harmless nickname." I disclose, raising my hands. Silena doesn't face me. She instead soaks the rag back into the alcohol.

"You can say that, if you will still be friends with me after this whole ordeal is done with," Silena says darkly. This gets my head spinning. What does she mean by this?

"Huh? Of course, I'm going to be friends with you after this? Trust me." I say confidentially. In the end, I check over the words. I cringe. I used and still do, hate the words 'trust me. Silena raises her eyebrows like she doesn't believe, though her intense glare did soften a decent amount.

"We need to get your back now, so you need to flip yourself over if you are good enough to do that." She says checking her watch on her wrist, "How have the Apollo kids not come in yet?"-then mutters-"incompetent idiots." I chuckle audibly.

"Sounds like you've got a crack staff here," I say, grinning. I finish flipping over and I take a quick look behind me, craning my neck. Silena is intently examining the wound with the rag close by.

"Considering you've just got whipped like cream you shouldn't be talking." Silena states, "By the way, I'm doing it now." She says as she presses the rag along the clean-cut. I suppress a scream as she softly rubs the additional soft cloth on my bareback. Still hurts like Hades though.

"Good you take it like a man, though you did a bit too much yelling for my liking," Silena says thoughtfully. I see behind her face and her eyes are smug from her joke.

"Well, I don't care if you liked it or not. I'm hungry, is it dinner time yet?" I complain defiantly. Silena goggles at me amazed.

"You just got your back blown out and now you are hungry? Gods, if the rumors are true about the prophecy, then we are done for." I tilt my head, and my bangs slowly fall down to the right half of my face.

"Prophecy? First off, what's a prophecy, and what's it gotta do with me. And two, also I skipped lunch to take the tour with Annabeth and Luke?" I inquire. Silena checks the rest of my body and her gaze narrows. A siren goes off in the distance. Or was it a bell? It might have been, my hearing isn't the best.

"That's the dinner bell, I don't think you need stitches anymore. C'mon, I'll explain the prophecy since the Apollo cabin is gone to doing Hades knows what." Silena decides and a grin slowly forms on her face.

"I don't know about that Sil-ena- my back does hurt a whole lot. Maybe I can just get someone to bring me my food." Silena glares at me again.

"I did not just patch you up for you to be lazy. Get your ass up, I haul you there if you want." Silena offers, annoyed. Though I am grateful for her to help me, she has already done so much. This would be too much.

"Nah Nah, I'm good...I think. Yeah, I'm fine. I'll get there myself, I know the route." I say turning so my legs are dangling off of the bed. Silena crosses her arms and lays down on the other bed.

"You can't get rid of me that easily, I'm going with you. Mainly because I don't trust you to get there without collapsing." Silena cracks stubbornly. I sigh but the more I think about it I sense the truth. In about two minutes I come to a conclusion.

"You don't have anyone to go with because you are ADHD and you wanna talk?" I guess, smirking because I already know the answer.

"Stop being a weirdo psychic and get out of my head!" Silena yells at me, but not denying it. In all honesty, I'm glad Silena is here. With her, I can talk to something other than the hunt which I could only really talk that with Zoe.

"We should probably get going if it's okay with you, we don't wanna be late for dinner, or else we get no dessert." Silena decides before I can ask the same question.

Alright, Percy here we go, I slowly lower my foot to the ground. My foot connects with the ground and so far it's fine. I again gradually let down my other foot. I stand up and in an instant, the pain shoots up my back. I take a sharp intake of breath, but muscle through it. I open my eyes to see Silena grinning.

"Nice, you can stand. Now we go!" She says opening the door. I leisurely follow her and call behind her.

"Lead the way!"

We go outside and it is the golden hour. Golden hour is the time where it is sunset or sunrise where the sky looks like it is on fire and it's...well golden.

I check my pant pocket, in case I left anything at the med tent. Riptide is in my pocket like normal, and I feel my new karambit. This thing is so sick, I mean I would never cheat on Riptide like that, but this knife felt almost perfect. Of course the perfect is Riptide.

"Can you stop ogling over your new knife get to the Hermes table?" Silena says as we approach the mass amount of tables. I gape at her behind her back, how the hell does she know?

Silena then calls out, "I am amazing that's why." Ok, that's freaky.

"Alright SIl, see ya after dinner?" I grin at her, Silena thinks about it. I get scared, oh no did I mess it up, I gotta fix it. "I mean if it's fine with you, you kn-"

Silena laughs in my face. "Percy I'm kidding relax, yeah I will, hopefully, you get claimed tonight. Good luck!" She wishes me and heads off to a table with a bunch of other girls with varying hair, eye, and skin colors. But oddly, there are only girls. I guess the Aphrodite table is only for girls? Who knows.

Anyway, I make my way to the Hermes table where everyone is just having a conversation. Luke told me Hermes accepts any camper who hasn't been claimed, so that explains why there are two tables and kids are almost filled to the brim on them. I scout the tables out and manage to find a spot next to Luke and this decently tall kid with dirt brown hair.

I grab a chair and Luke and the kid is in a deep conversation with the people next to me, so I stay relatively quiet. That is until Luke crows when he sees.

"Yoo Percy wassup my guy," Luke yells as he hangs an arm around me. He actually said this so loud that other people start to stare at him rather oddly. While his muscular pain shoots up my back.

"Ow ow ow ow, get your arm off of me, it still hurts. Where'd the hunters go?" I complain pushing his tan arm off of me. Luke retracts physically.

"Oh yeah my bad, honestly Mr. D is kinda psycho for that. Anyway did you have some Ambrosia? Also, the hunters dipped after the game, they really went 'one and done." A light shines in my head loudly. Why didn't I think of that? I've heard of the godly food, where it has magical powers to heal you. The only catch, if you eat too much, your body will combust.

"Got it, and Nah, I just got it disinfected thanks to Silena," I say honestly. I wonder why Silena didn't give me ambrosia. Maybe because she wanted someone to talk to, or maybe, more logically, she didn't have any or forgot just like me.

Luke nods approvingly.

"Good, Silena is one of the nicest people in the camp, it's great that you befriended her," Luke says as some Naiads and Nymphs pass us, the Hermes cabin as a whole.

A couple of voices call from behind, "Whaat Luksius [Luke-see-us], c'mon I thought you knew better, we are the nicest." I whip around to see the kid I was sitting next to, it's just there is a carbon copy of him. [In this one, they're twins] Now, I've been told that I have a troublemaker smile, but these kids are something else. They both have trademark one where it's like a pyromaniac wanting to commit arson for fun. I can tell through my psychology knowledge that they are nice, but they are definitely pranksters.

Luke laughs in their face, "Like that's ever true, I wouldn't trust to be nice to be a toddler. You would probably teach to outswear a sailor." This lits a fire in their eyes.

The taller one turns behind to the shorter one. Now that I have a better look at them, they are definitely twins, but there are differences to identify.

"Yoooo Connor that would be such a sick idea. Thanks, Luke" The taller one says to 'Connor'. Connor shrugs.

"Travis, I have a feeling teaching toddlers to start a fire would be equally entertaining," Connor admits. Luke slaps his head.

"You guys would be the world's worst fathers." Luke cracks.

I decide to join in the conversation, "Yoo imagine they have enough kids, they just create an army of kids that are pyromaniacs."

"And pickpockets," Travis adds starting to laugh.

"And con artists!" Luke adds additionally. cracking up.

"And arsonists!" Connor adds. We all look at each other and start dying.

"Wait wait I'm not stupid. Trust me, please." Connor desperately trying to save his skin. Tears start coming out of Travis's eyes and I can't breathe. This is my type of humor. Dumb, idiotic humor.

After receiving several strange looks from campers, and oncoming Naiads and Nymphs. Again with the nature spirits? Why are they here, I thought they have a tendency to stick to their property, aka their lifelines like a tree, or stream.

We somehow manage to sober up and I find an opportunity to ask my question.

"So why are there nature spirits roaming around camp and the cafeteria," I ask gazing around seeing the spirits handling plates and giving them to the campers. Luke answers my question, like most times.

"Well the reason they are here now, is to give us our plates and cups," Luke explains.

"So they just work here for free for eternity?" I ask, my eyes narrowing. No way they would just use manual labor on them. Travis puts raises his hands.

"Ay chillax, they work here for pay and for safety you see there," He points to a tree at the start of camp, "That protects this place from monsters." There is a big tree at the head of the camp and it vaguely resembles a face but that could be my mind from no sleep. Huh, that's where I entered this place.

"Speaking of which..." Connor trails as the Nymphs give us some plates and drinking cups. They look familiar, are these the same ones that are on the hunt? No way!

"Thank you!" I say perkily to the Nymph. She blushes and quickly scurries away. I raise an eyebrow and look towards Luke silently asking.

"Oh she is surprised you are so kind," Luke says then frowns, "most of the campers are rude to them." He wishes his food in and I figure I should do the same.

"Oh shit we are dense, Percy these are really cool plates." Travis bursts, "You just wish the food and drink you want and it'll appear." I nod, but Connor frowns.

"Travis you realize how dumb you sound, 'these are really cool plates'." Connor points out. Luke and I laugh in tandem. Travis turns red and clams up.

"But they are cool plates," He mutters but only I can hear him. I ponder about what to eat. I'm thinking about going straight junk food like my fellow campers among me, but what would Zoe say? Probably something around the lines of, 'Percy don't eat that. That bad for you. Eat well.' Ok, I said around those lines, not exactly those.

I finally decide on a simple penne with Arrabiata sauce and a side texas toast. And for the drink, I gotta stick to my routes. Of course, I went with Blue Coke. I still don't know if Blue Cherry Coke is better though, I've got to ask my sister or some of my new friends.

As I'm halfway done with my meal, which is delicious by the way, a question comes to mind.

"Yoo Luke you said it might take a while to get claimed, how long do you think it will take for me to get claimed?" I ask him, but I don't care if Travis, Connor, or really anyone else responds.

"Well that's a question of how important you are to the gods, but considering the show today, you probably are a child of Demeter." Travis pipes up.

Before I can say anything, Luke bursts, "That's what I'm saying."

"Great, I totally know my worth to the gods, thanks, guys," I say sarcastically, rolling my eyes. Connor chuckles.

"I mean we all we really are the god's pawns, I know that's sounds really ungrateful, but it is. We go on quests and get injured or die, for practically nothing." Luke rants. I don't say anything immediately, to be honest, I don't know what to think. On one hand, I see his point, what's the point to send kids on quests to prove their strength and probably die when you can just train them.

On the other hand, I would be groveling in the pits of hell if my loving mother wasn't there. Like I think I'm the luckiest demigod ever. But others like Luke, I can see why they can get bitter.

"Well that was fun, anyone wanna burn some marshmallows and throw them at some random campers after this?" Connor prompts, trying to get the awkwardness out of the air.

"There are marshmallows?" I say eagerly. I love marshmallows, I even tried to plant my own marshmallow plant, but it didn't survive my 6-year-old self.

Travis grins and hangs an arm on me, "Yep." Ow! Not again. Pain flares up again.

"Bro! Did you not hear me on Luke! Ouch!" I snap. Travis pulls his arm back so fast that he whipped Connor in the chest.

"Hey!" Connor says sharply. While Travis is furiously apologizing to his twin, I take a look around. Almost everyone is done with their dinner, except for some slow eaters, mostly people with larger plates.

"Should we go now?" I ask the older kids. Luke extends his arm showing me to wait,

"Nah, let's wait so we can get more targets." He grins as he scouts the campers.

All of a sudden a bright pink hue envelops the whole camp and there is a sudden bright light, like when Mom flashes places. When the light dies down a beautiful woman appears. Like she is one of the most beautiful women in the world, with perfect hair and perfect eyes. Wait for a second, am I staring? That's a rude shoot. I avert my gaze and see that the whole camp is doing what I did and staring at the pretty lady.

Chiron is the first person to speak up, "Lady Aphrodite, to what to do we owe the pleasure of meeting you." Aphrodite giggles, which makes every other boy blush.

"Oh Chiron, you don't need to talk so fancily, of course, we are at this dumpster. Zeus really needs to renovate this place." She sniffs at the place. Not literally, of course, that would be weird, but I'm sure no one would have cared. I guess she has that effect on people.

"So what are you here for, Aphrodite." Mr. D casually says. What the Hades? That's no way to talk to an Olympian goddess?

Aphrodite narrows her perfect eyes at him, "I'm here to see...ah where is he?" She searches the crowd of the campers, eager for the chance to go to Aphrodite. There is a solid minute of pure silence as the camp stares at Aphrodite as her gaze moves around the camp.

And everyone watches as the gaze finally lands on me.

"Ah, there you are Perseus come up here!" She says cheerfully. I flush red, I'm not prepared to be put in the spotlight. Luke lightly shoves me out of the chair and I'm on my feet. I start to walk and I quickly realize, I'm not good at walking any more thanks to Mr. D. As I hobble my way around, snaking through the tables of campers, while the demigods give me varying looks from envy to encouragement.

I take a quick turn to my right and see Silena and she has her feet on the Aphrodite table and giving me a mad man grin. Madwoman, my bad. Finally, I make my way to the stage, where Aphrodite is.

She jumps down to me and sends a beam of pink. I wish I am kidding. A weird glowing comes above me, but before I can react, the camp does something I don't predict.

"All hail Perseus Jackson, Son of Aphrodite, Goddess of Love, Beauty, and Passion," Chiron calls as he, along with the rest of the camp, kneels down. A soft pink surrounds me like a warm blanket and my back gradually feels like it doesn't want to jump off a bridge anymore.

"So this is my son, and I have some business here. For instance, what happened today at the game of capture the flag? Dionysus? Would you be a dear and care to explain?" She says sweetly.

Dionysus? Like the wine god? You know what, that does make a lot of sense with the grapevines and such. Anyway, Dionysus tugs at the collar of his fashionable Hawaiian shirt.

"You see, uh, I was trying to protect young Perseus here." Dionysus makes up on the fly. The goddess of love isn't buying it. She crosses her arms and raises her eyebrows.

"Against the Ares kids?" Wait a second she was watching? Dionysus nods furiously along with it. Everyone in camp is deathly quiet, watching the two Olympians battle.

"Against the Ares kids," Dionysus echoes confidently. Aphrodite glares at them.

"You helped him, by giving whipping in his back, when he was about whoop the Ares spawns sorry ass?" Aphrodite volleys, her eyes glowing pink. Holy Gods, what just happened? Apparently, Aphrodite was watching me fight, so does that mean she saw me talking in the tent? Gods I don't like it when I lose my privacy.

Dionysus starts slowly edging backward, "Clearly there are some underlying emotions here, and maybe we should talk about this some other time." Aphrodite's eyes glow brighter into the higher hue of pink, sort of like hot pink or magenta.

"Mr. D the only reason I haven't thrashed you, is because I don't want Zeus feeling sorry for you and lower your sentence. And if you'll excuse me I have to go talk to my son now. Now leave!" She says this with so much force that I instinctively start walking right off the stage. Until the Olympian goddess grabs my shoulder.

"Ah ah ah Percy you are coming with me." She chuckles and pulls me off the stage the opposite way. Dionysus runs away from us and is clearly eyeing me suspiciously that why am I getting this special treatment. Which is a good question, why am I so important?

As he strides away he calls back to me, "If you are a weak Aphrodite spawn, how come you have tree powers?"

Before I can say anything Aphrodite calls back mockingly, "Because of his grandmother's Demeter dumbass!" The whole camp laughs at Dionysus's expression. Apparently, he isn't used to be challenged. I'm beginning to get an itching feeling to punch the wine god right in his ugly goatee. Makes him looks like a...saytr, which to be fair makes sense, word-wise anyways.

I turn to see the camp, and they are staring at me, mirroring their previous expressions of shock and envy. And for me, I don't know how to feel. Of course, I expect this, I mean this was the plan, but I still don't understand how Aphrodite is so passionate about me and what she wants to discuss. Maybe...never mind.

She probably is a godly actress.

Aphrodite is standing next to the entrance to the forest and there is a clearing, completely secluded from the camp, a perfect spot.

"C'mon Percy, as you know I'm a very busy lady!" She calls. I jog to her and approach the clearing.

Time to see what my 'mom' wants to talk about

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Ink- I've heard a couple of people ask me who the pairing is, so I have a plan for it. I've got the person, it's just I'll reveal it in future chapters. Right now, you can speculate who it is, and I mean if you get it right you'll be considered god status to...well just me.

Also, I just found this out, ADHD people are more likely to use an excessive amount of commas, which there was research done. And it also includes run-on sentences too! That's cool as a fellow ADHD person, as you can probably see. Anyway, Au Revoir!