Hi Guys! I'm back with another chapter of BPT! I know that I have been gone for a long time and the only excuse I have is that I started watching Anime and that I had to study for my two final state exams ((They were hard as hell by the way)). So again, sorry for the long wait. Now, let's do this!

Annabeth and I continued to walk around talking about the camp and its secrets. It was peaceful for that moment but this was the calm before the storm. I could tell. Annabeth looked at me with a confused expression, probably seeing the worrisome expression on my face.

"What's wrong with you?" She asked me with a slight frown on her face.

I shook my head to signify that it was nothing important and looked at the building we were about to pass and took in the chipped red paint and weapons in and on the cabin. The gut feeling that I had grew stronger with every step we took towards it.

All of a sudden a thick but muscular girl stepped out of the cabin. She wasn't pretty but she wasn't ugly either. Her face looked like it was stuck in a permanent glare that was directed straight at me. I took a step back and she took two steps forwards while waving a couple of her cabin mates over to join her.

"Hey guys, look what we have here," The girl and her siblings started laughing and grinning at each other with a villainous look in their eyes. "That newbie we heard so much about!"

I looked over at Annabeth and took in her irritated look and frustrated posture.

"That is Clarisse, daughter of Ares," Annabeth sighed while rolling her eyes, "Hey, why don't you go polish you spear or something?!"

"Maybe I will Princess Blond," Clarisse sneered, "So I can drive it through you Friday night!"

Her cabin mates laughed and cheered her on like a pack of wild animals.

"Erre es korakas!" Annabeth shouted back, with her face red with rage. "You don't stand a chance."

My brain translated the Greek to 'Go to the crows' which was probably a really clever insult in Greece but I wouldn't know.

"We'll fucking Pulverize you Blondie!" Clarisse shouted with her right eye twitching. She turned towards me next.

"What's your name 'Pretty Boy'?" She said the nickname 'Pretty Boy' like they were the scum of the earth to her.

I got out my pen and notebook to write my name so I could show it to her. I could tell she was staring at me with a confused and annoyed expression.

"Are you going to say anything dumbass!?" She yelled with her right eye twitching in anger and annoyance.

"He's freaking mute!" Screamed Annabeth, as she threw her hands up in the air in irritation.

I rolled my eyes at both of them and tossed Clarisse the notebook which she caught in her left hand. She looked down to read the big bold letters I had written there.

"MY NAME IS PERCY NOT 'PRETTY BOY' OR 'NEWBIE' BITCH"

Her eyes, now filled with rage but amusement, shot up to look at me and Annabeth.

"You have spunk kid, but I don't appreciate being called a bitch so…let's begin with the 'Newbie initiation ceremony shall we" Clarisse grinned devilishly and snapped her fingers. All of a sudden Annabeth was out of the way and Clarisse's siblings were grabbing me by the back of my shirt. They started dragging me toward a cinder-block building that I knew immediately was the

Bathroom. I was kicking, punching and squirming. I was doing anything that I could to get out of their grip. Clarisse and co. dragged me into the girls' bathroom, probably to make the embarrassment ten times worse. There was a line of toilets on one side and a line of shower stalls down the other. It smelled just like any public bathroom, and I was thinking-as much as I could think with Clarisse and siblings ripping my hair out-that if this place belonged to the gods, they should've been able to afford classier restrooms. Clarisse's friends were all laughing, and I was trying to find the strength I'd used to fight the Minotaur, but it just wasn't there.

"Like he's 'Big Three' material," Clarisse said as she pushed me toward one of the toilets.

"Yeah, right. Minotaur probably fell over laughing, he was so weak looking."

Her siblings snickered at the stupid joke.

Annabeth stood in the corner, watching through her fingers.

Clarisse and her cabin mates bent me over on my knees and started pushing my head toward the toilet bowl. It reeked like rusted pipes and piss. I was straining to keep my head up now.

I was looking at the scummy water, thinking, I refuse to touch that. Then I felt a tug in the pit of my stomach and a semi-familiar ache in my head. I heard the plumbing rumble, the pipes shudder, and the ground shake. Clarisse's grip on my hair loosened and they all took a step back.

"What the actual fuck!" Clarisse screeched as water shot up from the showers and toilets to blast them in the face and out the door. The water never stopped but all of a sudden a thin purple mist started mixing in with the blast of water. As soon as the water and mist mixture touched the other campers the fell to the ground and passed out. I was shocked to say the least. The water immediately stopped and receded back to where it came from. The only dry spot in the room was where Annabeth and I were standing. Annabeth had a look of pure shock and something close to horror on her face as she looked up from the bodies and then at me. I was still a little shocked and disoriented from what just happened but I could have sweared that I saw a faint silver aura coming off her body. I took a step forward and the dry circle followed me. Annabeth took a step out looking ready to make a run for it. I slowly moved towards her trying not to startle her after the shocking display that just went down. I took out my notebook and wrote down the following words to show her;

"I don't know what just happened but I think I just discovered my powers!"

Annabeth read the words on the page and looked at me while nodding her head slowly.

"Yeah, no shit!"

We walked to the door. Outside, Clarisse and her friends were sprawled in the mud, slowly waking back up. A bunch of other campers had gathered around to gawk. Clarisse's hair was flattened across her face. Her camouflage jacket was sopping and she smelled like sewage.

"You are dead, new boy. You are totally dead."

I probably should have let it go, but I glared and wrote,

"You want to gargle with toilet water again, Clarisse? Then shut the fuck up."

Her friends had to hold her back. They dragged her toward cabin five, while the other campers

made way to avoid her flailing feet. I turned to see Annabeth staring directly at me.

"What are you thinking about?" I asked her.

"I'm thinking," She said, "that I want you on my team for capture the flag."