We talked some more about quests and things before Annabeth left and Percy and I went back to the Hermes Cabin. I went to get him a sleeping bag and other things while Luke talked to him. Luke called everyone in and I gave Percy some things before we all left for the mess hall.
We all sat at our designated tables and I scooted over to give Percy some room on the bench.
"Diet Coke, please." I said and my empty glass filled to the brim.
I turned and saw Percy staring at me in confusion and I smiled at him, "Speak to it." I encouraged him, "You can have any drink you want. As long as it's non-alcoholic."
"Cherry coke." He said and the glass filled.
Then I saw a spark in his eyes, "Blue cherry coke."
I giggled when the beverage instantly turned blue. Luke came over and put brisket on both of our plates and I put corn, mashed potatoes, and chopped carrots on my plate. Just s Percy was about to dig in, I stopped him.
"Come on." I grabbed his wrist and everyone got up with me, "We give offerings to the Gods."
"Why?" He asked.
"They like the smell." I told him as I put in my potatoes.
'Please, whoever my father is, accept my offering.'
I waited until Percy was done before we went back to the table, "Now you can eat."
Once we were done with our meal, Chiron pounded his hooves to get our attention and Mr. D stood up,
"Yes, I suppose I must say hello to all of you brats. Also, I should tell you that we have a new camper today, Peter Johnson." He said and Chiron said something in the man's ear.
"Percy Jackson." Mr. D corrected, "Hurrah, and all that jazz. Now run along to your silly little campfire. Go on."
The campers cheered and we all went to the amphitheater. The Apollo cabin sang, we ate s'mores and just had plain fun. As if we weren't at a camp full of half-human, half-god children. Like we were normal.
The next few days I helped Percy settle in. I'm pretty sure he's sick of me now. I'd barely leave his side, scared that he'd get into trouble. On Thursday, Percy had his first sword-fighting lesson. And Luke was his instructor. I sat on a bench to watch Percy get beat up and wacked.
After a while, Percy did something not a lot of people can do. He disarmed Luke. Luke is one of our best swordmen, and it's not easy to beat him. But Percy did...
"Beginner's luck?" Someone suggested.
Luke wiped the sweat from his brow, "Maybe... but I wonder what Percy could do with a balanced sword."
"That was amazing." I smiled at Percy as we walked to the bathrooms so he could shower.
"I guess. Like that kid said, beginner's luck." He replied.
"Beginner's luck?! Percy, Luke is one of the best people in this camp that can fight with a sword. No way is it beginner's luck if you disarm him the way you did." I retorted.
Percy shrugged, "I can't really explain what I did. I just went on instinct."
"It's the godly blood in you, Percy. Anyway, I should probably leave you to get cleaned up." I said.
"Unless you want to join me." He winked and I shoved him,
"You sicko." I replied before leaving as I heard him laugh.