Percy Jackson and the Adopted Older Brother
A.N. Hi, Guys! So, what did you think? I am still an amateur writer, but I hope that I'll keep getting better so that the people who read this will not be disappointed! I started this story just so that I have something to do but now I'm really enjoying writing this!
Last Time:
We were in dire, dire shit if a monster that old had been sent, not to mention that Lyacon must hate me more than I thought if he took a break from hunting Roman demi-gods and entered Greek territory just to hunt me.
ON WITH THE STORY!
Me, Mom, and Grover all sat in the car with worried expressions, while Percy just looked bewildered until he said "So you and my Mom know each other? And Sean, why did you not look surprised by Grover?" he asked. I told him the truth: "Mom doesn't know him, not personally, but she knew that he was helping me guard you, keep tabs on you."
"Guard me?"
"Primarily make sure that you stayed under THEIR radar until you got to Camp and if they did find you, keep you safe until summer, or something major found or was sent after you like bull-face or wolfman. Grover's a satyr; they find people like us and bring them to Camp. F.Y.I. you got one of the better ones, Hedge is cool and all but is a NIGHTMARE when he teaches"
"Whoa. Wait. Satyrs… Like Mr. Brunner's myths, right?" he asked. "Was Mrs. Dodds a myth?" I countered. "So you admit she was real! Ha-ha!" "Yes I do, it was just too fun to watch you flounder about and think you'd gone insane. Also the less you know the less powerful and smaller number of monsters you'd attract. I hoped you'd just think that she was a hallucination, but alas it was not to be, you began to realize who you were even if it was only sub-consciously"
"Percy," mom said, "there's too much to explain, and not enough time. We have to get you to safety." "Where are we going?" "To the summer camp I go to it's the same one your father- not Shitty Gabe- wanted you to go to" "Safety? From who? Who's after us?" "Only the Lord of the Dead and his minions"
"Sean!"
"Sorry, shutting up. Don't break my concentration, Percy, If you do so while I'm focusing on keeping this thing going faster than it should be able to, considering the state it's in, the engine might blow up" I then blocked everything out and focused on keeping us going until lightning hit the road.
When the spinning stopped I immediately sized up the situation. The car was upside-down in a ditch and I'd been dragged to the away from the wreck. I saw the Minotaur coming from one direction and Lyacon and his pack from the other.
I did the only natural thing.
I went into wolf form and charged Lyacon howling a challenge. I conquered him quickly, or so it seemed. I turned around and saw Percy and Grover standing at the Barrier while Mom was charging the Minotaur. I was filled with this feeling of dread, fear, anger, and helplessness. I did the only thing that I could. I screamed at the top of my lungs, "NOOO! I, SEAN HENRY WHELAN GIVE SALLY JACKSON PERMISSION TO ENTER CAMP HALF-BLOOD!" But I was too late, the Minotaur grabbed her and squeezed until she exploded in a flash of golden light.
I don't remember what happened next, but according to Grover, Lyacon wasn't as wounded as he seemed and he tried to pounce on me, and when he did I shifted to a form that looked like a grey skinned humanoid, back, head, crotch, legs, and top of the arms covered in black fur, with lupine legs, hands curled into claws, and a face like a hairless wolf.
When I was done with them, Lyacon's pack was lying in pieces in the grass.
When I became lucid again, I climbed the hill to find Percy and Grover on the ground, with Chiron and Annabeth approaching. I reached them and collapsed into their arms.
"I failed again, I got two second chances and I blew them at the same damn time" After that exhaustion overtook me and I passed out.
The Next Morning
I woke up in my space in the Hephaestus Cabin and I looked around Grabbed my pack and got ready to meet the first day of Camp with a smile, then I saw Beckendorf's concerned expression and it came rushing back to me.
My knees buckled and I fell to them.
Immediately my siblings rushed to my side and tried to comfort me. Beckendorf, Jake, Nyssa, and even little 4-year old Harley, an orphan as well, joined forces to pick me up and get me walking, no small feat seeing as I was 5ft 11in and pure muscle. The cabin then lined up for breakfast and went.
When we sat down Dionysus began his anything-but-welcoming welcome back speech I tuned him out until he got to the announcements and said: "Last night 2 demigods, Shaun and Peter Johnson, crossed the border and due to their keeper's incompetence, as well as that of Shaun Johnson, their mother was-"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU UGLY, PUDGY, THRICE CURSED, MOTHER F*****G SON OF A GORGON! GROVER WAS UNCONCIOS, THERE WAS NOTHING HE WAS UNCONCIOUS YOU PIECE OF SHIT AND I WAS FIGHTING LYACON, THERE WAS NOTHING I COULD DO. ALSO, HIS NAME'S PERCY! AND YOU CAN TAKE YOUR THREATS AND %^&$&#$^**$&"
I collapsed on to the table and began to sob, the fire and storm summoned by my rage dissipating. I had failed Percy and Mom. I had let it happen again, frozen in fear while my mother died. At least there wasn't a new willow tree next to Thalia's pine.
I faintly heard Chiron saying that, due to my emotional state, I would be exempt from all Camp activities. I vaguely remember staggering back to the cabin and collapsing on to my bed, which I got by virtue of being the most skilled person in the cabin. After that, I have blurry memories of Annabeth, Luke, Connor & Travis, and Grover comforting me. Even Hedge tried, in his own peculiar way. My first coherent memory after that is of Chiron visiting, in wheelchair mode.
"Sean? Sean, Open up!" he yelled. I knew he wouldn't go away until I did so I complied. "What is it?" "A gift from your mother, she wanted it given to you the summer session after your 14th birthday." "What is in it?" "You must read it yourself to find out" he said. "Well thankyou but I'm going to the woods to blow off steam."
Chiron left and I stripped until I was butt necked, drawing a bunch of girly squeals (and some male ones) from neighboring cabins, and took the long way to the underground room that my bed lowered into, because it felt good to let it all air out and flap about in the artificial breeze, you know? I pulled on my camp attire: dark blue-jean shorts, a gray t-shirt with the CHB logo on it, and a grey long-sleeved button down shirt crisscrossed with dark-ish blue lines, sleeves rolled up of course, my usual dragon necklace, and blue Celtic knot leather bracelet, a plain, blue colored metal ring, and dark blue hi-top converse shoes.
I scratched my knee and chest, tugged at the rolled-up cuff of my over-shirt, clicked my heels, and twisted my ring right-right-left-right-left-left and my battle attire appeared. It consisted of: A blue leather and chromed Celestial bronze armor kilt, with breast and back plates with the same finish, a blue Drakon skin sleeve-less trench-coat, chromed celestial bronze gauntlet and shin guards, blue jeans, Converse brand combat boots (Yes, they Exist), my sword was in my hand and it's scabbard on my hip. It's a bastard sword, balanced so that it can be used with one or two hands on the grip. It was celestial bronze, and the pommel was a wolf's head.
I could feel the stares as I walked towards the forest, the sympathy that they felt towards me. I only came out at lunch covered in cuts, scrapes, and bruises from all the monster fighting I'd done. After lunch I went into my cabin and re-emerged in nothing but shorts and my converse, which revealed the white scar across my back that marked the wound that I'd gotten from the whip of a fury fighting off an army of hellhounds led by the 3 furies alongside pinecone face on a tree-less and not-yet named Half-Blood Hill and went over to the sword fighting arena. It was a free hour, so all of the good fighters were there and I had a few fights until dinner time. I sacrificed my food to Hephaestus and the god that I suspected to be Percy's father, asking him to give Percy 1 normal week at Camp before he claimed him.
After the Sing-along I retired to the cabin. I opened the package Chiron gave me to find… a book? It was the leather bound type, and very thick. I opened the book to find a letter for… me? It read:
Dear Sean,
I will probably be dead before you read this because of our blood line. This book has been used by demi-gods in our line since your great, great, great, grandmother, who was a daughter of Poseidon. Your great, great grandfather is Ares, great grandfather is Hermes, grandmother is Athena, and your father is Hephaestus. And Hestia is a distant ancestor. The book is supposed to be a bestiary, mythological atlas, and other things. Our family was blessed with shapeshifting by Poseidon, and due to his blood some in our line have power over storm or water. Due to the blood of Hestia and Hephaestus, you will most likely have power over fire. There is an envelope in the middle of this book full of pictures that you could put in a photo album.
This letter is just for you; always know that I love you,
Your loving Mother
That night, I fell asleep clutching that letter.
Next Morning
I noticed Percy waking up and stopped reading. He drank the nectar and his face instantly became content and happy. I knew what it would taste like for him.
Blue chocolate chip cookies
His mother's blue chocolate chip cookies
A.N. So to explain some:
Mr. D's reaction: He was dumbfounded and probably realized that he had gone too far
The Simple Sentences: Sean was in a stupor, wallowing in his own misery and these were supposed to show that.
I hope you all liked it! I don't like to steal the show from the main character so I will probably not have Sean be Mr. Gary Stu
Next Time:
Percy's fist week at camp!
See you next time!