Chapter 7

"Something not right with Seaweed Brain Evil Twin"

Annabeth

The annoying, rude, disrespectful, egotistical, nerve of Trent!

Before the idiot arrived here, I had never thought anyone could be as much of a jerk as Trent was, but he was proving me wrong. If I didn't know better, Trent could be pretending, but the way he acted when he thought no one was looking proved me wrong. It had taken all my self control not to slice him into a thousand bits when he was insulting me.

Later, Trent had gotten an odd glint in his eyes as he callously talked about the death of friends, and I had to wonder who he had lost.

Damn him! Making me want to care about him….

Weird thing was, Toby wasn't exactly like him, and he's just a normal kid that wants to know about everything. He didn't even shared Trent attitude to curse and maybe mock someone, he's actually pretty sweet and remind me a lot like Luke, especially his mischievous smile , wait Luke, he got the same scar just like Luke. Or maybe it was just a coincidence.

Besides, Luke was Luke, he's like the other Hermes child but he cared about family until of course we got here to Camp Half-Blood, his darker side as a villain for most like a movie character but then he's a hero in the end. Also Toby's he's just ten years old, it's only a coincidence both of them look alike. Kind of not fair that he's look like just like Luke when I'm trying to forget about him but of course even how hard I tried to forget, I can't. He's my first real family and real big brother also my first crush, how can I forget.

At campfire, I had seen Piper and Leo talk to them, but as I had scooted down away from them, I couldn't hear. I watched as the firelight flickered and danced on Trent's face, and the hurt from how much the boy looks like Percy washed over me again.

Messy, jet-black hair, tanned skin, though much more scarred, sharp features that were subtly different from Percy's, and cold, slightly shattered sea-green eyes a shade darker than Percy's. He was also maybe an inch shorter than Percy, and if it weren't for his eyes and bearing, would seem maybe fifteen or sixteen. Those eyes made him look much older. Also, while Percy had been carefree and friendly, Trent was cold and indifferent. Percy was kind and a true hero; Trent was a jerk. I could trust Percy with my life; I wouldn't trust Trent with my dirty laundry.

Yet both seemed so familiar, and looked remarkably similar. Didn't most demigods have some kind of tribute to lump them with a god? Children of Athena, like me, had blonde hair and grey eyes, Hephaestus's children were usually either big and brawny, or little and agile like Leo. Aphrodite's children were blessed with incredible beauty; Hermes's children had elfin features and of course a mischievous smile. Zeus's children had electric blue eyes, Hades, sad and dark eyes, Dionysus…

How could I know whether or not Poseidon's children's tributes were black hair and sea-green eyes? Percy was the only son of Poseidon. But it made sense…

"Annabeth!" someone yelled in my ear. I jumped my knife in hand and under the throat of the one who had startled me.

"Whoa!" Leo put his hands up and backed away, eyeing my knife.

"Sorry." I said. "Aftereffects of Tartarus."

Leo winced at the reminder of Tartarus. "Don't blame you. If I was down in the fiery pits of Hades, I'd have to be crazy-"

I raised an eyebrow. Leo amended, "-crazier to not be suspicious of someone sneaking up on me."

I smiled at him, and Leo relaxed, obviously reassured now that he figured he wouldn't be skewed.

"What is it?" I asked, tearing my eyes away from the fire.

"Trent." said Leo in an undertone. He seemed uncharacteristically serious. "Something's not right about him. One moment he acts like a jerk, and seems clueless, but the next he acts like a seasoned demigod and understanding. I don't get it"

I sighed, though I was surprised Leo had picked up on it. "I don't either. He shouldn't have gotten to sixteen or seventeen without being claimed. And Leo, he's not acting like a jerk, he is one."

Leo looked unsure. "Annabeth…I don't know. It's like he's forcing himself to be a jerk…as if he's trying to protect or hide something."

I paused, and studied the son of Hephaestus. On the quest, I had noticed that he used humor to protect himself. I had a feeling that Leo thought that Trent was doing the same with insults.

"We'll just have to watch him." I decided, coming back over to Trent, Toby and Piper. Leo quickly followed me.

I smiled at Piper, who looked exhausted. I didn't blame her.

"When's Jason coming back?" I asked. Piper brightened.

"Tomorrow." she said. "He told me he has no memory of Trent, but that-"

Piper paused, staring at Leo, who was staring at River. "Leo…?"

Leo grabbed Trent's arm, and turned it over. "What was that?"

Trent yanked back his arm from Leo as if he had been burned- and knowing Leo, he might've been.

"What are you talking about?" Piper, Trent, and I said. The demigods around us quieted.

"I saw something- a tattoo? I could have sworn it was like Jason's…"

I grabbed Trent's arm myself, ignoring Trent's protests, and flinch. I stared at the tan arm. He was scarred, but no tattoo. Toby on the other hand look very confuse at us, the look of his eyes, exactly like him. I shake my head to forget about it.

"Leo, there isn't a tattoo." I said, releasing Trent's arm. Trent shrunk back from me and glared. For a second, he looked very vulnerable and young, but it was gone so fast, I had to wonder if I had imagined it.

Finally, Chiron released us, and I sighed in relief. I turned to River as Chiron finished telling camp about the war games- which had been moved back a day in honor of the Romans arrival. In the morning, the Romans would be arriving at camp in an attempt to reconcile and become friendly. The Hunters would be arriving on Sunday

"Your godly parent should claim you soon; you're obviously way older than thirteen. How old are you anyway?"

Trent froze, and a pained expression hit his face. "Sixteen? Seventeen?" he said with an uncertainty I hadn't seen from him before.

"You don't know?" I said incuriously.

Trent unhappily shook his head, finally opening up.

"I never remember my birthday and never celebrate one so I never knew about my exact age" he muttered. "Toby on the other hand, he was pretty lucky, before he lived in the street he was in the orphanage so he can know when he's birth day was"

"But, because I can't remember when, my birthday was celebrate on the same date on his birthday too, he's a great kid"

I blinked, surprised that Trent had admitted as much. I can't believed Toby's meant a lot of him, just like a little brother, maybe growing up in the street with him wasn't so bad after all, maybe that's why Toby's so innocent and so young, Trent taught him a lot of thing.

"It's weird" I murmured. Trent narrowed his eyes.

"What?" he asked.

"Nothing, you remind me of someone I knew, both of you" I said.

"Look, if you think I look like Percy, well I'm not" said Trent. "I'm nothing look like that spoiled hero and stuff"

"You just look like him, not act like him" I said crossing my arm. "He's nice and of course he's a hero while you're jerk"

"Wow princess" said Trent. "You don't know why I'm acting like that"

"Like a jerk, just because you lived on the street, it didn't mean you had to act like a jerk, I also lived on the street once but then I found a family" I said.

"That's not the reason I became like-" he said, but then he's gone quite like he said too much already. "Nothing"

"Sixteen…" I murmured. Trent narrowed his eyes.

"What?" he demanded. Suddenly, green light flooded the area around us, and I gasped.

"No way…" I said, staring at a point above Trent's head.

A holographic green trident was spinning around Trent's head, and he stared mystified at it, even reaching up to swat it. It slowly faded away. A weight hit my stomach, and my last hope that Trent was Percy shattered. No god claimed their child twice.

The camp was dead silent, staring at Trent, who just looked defiantly confused.

Chiron rose, his brown eyes unreadable. "Hail, Trent." he said in a solemn voice. "Son of Poseidon, God of the Seas and Storms, God of the Earthquakes and Horses, King of Atlantic"

Everyone bowed, even Clarisse, before him. Toby was the last one to bow; he looked at Trent, wide eyed, and bowed. I didn't know what to say.

I led a very confused and annoyed Trent to Cabin 3, not answering any of his hostile questions, like why he had to move, why can't Toby join him and why he need to live inside a cabin that some dead guy had lived in, that one just rude, Percy's a hero, not just ordinary dead guy. I noticed that when we reached the door, Trent instantly relaxed, seeming more at peace.

"Believe me now?" I challenged.

Trent shrugged. "To be honest, I don't know anymore."

"They are real." I told him, staring him in the eye.

"Thanks, princess, but go." Trent said, obviously very rude, how a kid like that can be the Son of Poseidon.

I didn't want to leave, but it was obvious Trent wanted to be alone. As I left the cabin, I got a glance of him dropping his head into his hands and drawing his knees up to his chest. Trent only gave a sharp, harsh laugh and entered the cabin. The door snapped shut, with a last burst a sea-scented air.

I paused, staring after him, then turned on my heel and walked away. It was time to talk to Sally.

DUN...DUN...DUN! What will happen next?!...

Sorry this one's short, again... I just really wanted to update.

TADAA! Two Chapter in one day, sorry this one a little short by the way... will Percy's cover blown and what will Annabeth say to Sally!?...

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