Percy defeated the Minotaur by using his own horn and thrusting it into its rib cage. I helped Percy carry Grover up the the Big House and he collapsed onto the porch. I called for Chiron and he came with Annabeth.
For two days Percy's been in and out of consciousness. Annabeth and I took turns taking care of him. When he did wake up, Grover gave him nectar before taking him out onto the porch to meet Mr. D. Once I saw Percy, I ran over and hugged him. Once I pulled back, I smiled at him before standing next to Annabeth.
"Mr. Brunner!" Percy exclaimed when he saw Chiron.
"Ah, good, Percy. Now we have four for pinochle." Chiron smiled before offering Percy a chair next to Mr. D,
"Oh, I suppose I must say it. Welcome to Camp Half-Blood. Now, don't expect me to be glad to see you." Mr. D said.
"Uh, thanks."
"Annabeth, Emerald, why don't you two go check on Percy's bunk? We'll be putting him in Cabin Eleven for now." Chiron said.
"Cabin Eleven? But I thought-" I was interrupted by Annabeth putting her hand over my mouth,
"Sure, Chiron."
"But Percy's son of Poseidon. Why is he staying in Hermes' cabin?" I asked Annabeth when we left.
"He hasn't been determined yet, Em." Annabeth answered. "Just because you think he's Poseidon's child doesn't mean he is."
We got to the cabin and Percy's bed was set up next to mine. Annabeth waited outside while I went inside the cabin and talked to Luke. Besides him, Annabeth and Grover were my only friends here at Camp Half-Blood. Most of the kids in the cabin don't really talk to me, because I'm not determined.
Minutes later Percy came in with Annabeth and I smiled at him.
"Percy Jackson, meet Cabin Eleven." Annabeth said.
"Regular or undetermined?" Chris asked.
"Undetermined." Annabeth answered for Percy and most of the kids groaned.
"Now, now, campers. That's what we're here for. Welcome, Percy. You can have the spot on the floor next to Em." Luke said.
"This is Luke." I told Percy, "He's your counselor... for now."
"For now?" He questioned.
"You'r undetermined." Luke explained, "They don't know what cabin to put you in, so you're here. Cabin Eleven takes all newcomers, all visitors. Naturally, we would. Hermes, our patron, is the god of travelers."
"How long will I be here?" Percy asked.
"Good question." Luke said, "Until you're determined."
"How long will that take?" Percy questioned and everyone laughed.
"Come on." Annabeth said, "I'll show you the volleyball court."
"I've already seen it." Percy replied before Annabeth grabbed his sleeve and pulled him out of the cabin and I followed.
"Jackson, you have to do better than that." Annabeth said to him.
"What?"
Annabeth rolled her eyes, "I can't believe I thought you were the one."
"What's your problem?" Percy asked and I heard the anger in his voice, "All I know is, I kill some bull guy-"
"Don't talk like that!" Annabeth yelled, "Do you know how many kids in this camp wish they'd have your chance?"
"To get killed?" Percy questioned.
"To fight a Minotaur." I replied calmly, "There's a reason why we train, Percy."
He shook his head, "Look, if the thing I fought really was the Minotaur, the same ones in the stories..."
"It was." I said.
"Then there's only one."
"Yep."
"Then he died, like, a gajillion years ago, right? Theseus killed him in the labyrinth. So..."
"Monsters don't die, Percy." Annabeth retorted, "They can be killed, but they don't die."
"Yeah, thanks for clearing that up." Percy replied sarcastically.
"They don't have souls, like humans or other beings. You can dispel them for a while, maybe even for a whole lifetime if you're lucky. But they are primal forces. Chiron calls them archetypes. Eventually, the re-form." Annabeth explained.
"You mean, if I killed one, accidentally, with a sword-"
"Yeah, Mrs. Dodds is a Fury. And she's still out there. You just made her very mad." I told him.
"A Fury? They're Hades' torturers, right?" He asked.
"You shouldn't call them by name, not even here." Annabeth said, "We call them the Kindly Ones, if we have to speak about them at all."
"Is there anything we can say without the sky thundering?" Percy whined, "Why do I have to stay in Cabin Eleven, anyway? Why is everybody so crowded together? There are plenty of empty bunks over there."
I looked at the cabins that Percy was pointed at, "Percy, you can't just choose a cabin. It depends who you're parent is."
"My mom is Sally Jackson. She works at the Candy Store in the Grand Central Station. At least, she used to." Percy responded.
I looked down at my feet, feeling tears in my eyes about Mrs. Jackson.
"I'm sorry about your mom, Percy." Annabeth said softly, "But that's not what Em meant. She's talking about your other parent. Your dad."
"He's dead. I never met him." Percy replied.
"Your dad's not dead, Percy." I said.
"How can you say that? You know him?" Percy questioned me.
"No, I never met him." I answered.
"Then how can you say-"
"Because you wouldn't be here if you weren't one of us."