Percy

The Camp and I Watch a Fight

"Percy! Percy, wake up!"

I opened my eyes to see who was shaking me, to see who woke me up. I don't know why it'd be anyone other than Aidan, though; we were the only kids in the Poseidon cabin, since Tyson was back in the Cyclops forges.

I rubbed at my eyes, sitting up with a yawn to look at my half-brother. "What...?" I asked groggily, still half-asleep. Aidan had a mixed look of excitement and worry on his face. "Clarisse is fighting the new guy!"

I got up and dressed as fast as I possibly could, following my brother out to the field where the two were supposedly duking it out.

Clarisse was standing there with her electric spear drawn, looking like she was going to tear someone to pieces. "I'm tired of your damn attitude! You don't speak or anything! Do you think you're better than us? Huh?"

The new kid just stood there expressionless, their hands tucked into the pockets of their orange Camp Half-Blood hoodie, although they still wore the sunglasses.

I looked around as Clarisse ran at the other demigod, spear pointed forward as she charged. Chiron and Mr. D were nowhere to be seen, so as far as everyone was concerned, there was no one who could stop the fight.

I was about to intervene when the enigmatic teenager did a flip into the air, flying over Clarisse and landing yards away from her. The redhead turned around angrily, nostrils flaring like an angry bull. "You think you're cute, huh? We'll see who laughs when I send you home in a body bag!"

Once again I was about to intervene when I saw a kid from the Hermes cabin named Mason toss the unarmed demigod a sword, which they caught like an expert. They turned back to Clarisse, taking an offensive stance as if to challenge the older, bigger opponent.

They charged at each other, sword clashing against spear, each one dodging the others attacks. They both seemed evenly matched to me, but either one of them could've been holding back. At one point I noticed a pair of cracked sunglasses on the ground, but when I looked up I still couldn't see the demigod's faces. Perhaps Clarisse could see it, or was she too caught up in the heat of battle? That's a typical Ares kid for you; stab first, think later.

I quickly lost interest in stopping them, becoming genuinely curious as to who would win the fight, or perhaps I just wanted to see Clarisse get her ass beat. Either one could make my day a lot better.

I got my answer as Clarisse's spear was flung out of her grip by a well-planned parry, the weapon flying out of her hand. I watched closely as the daughter of Ares tried to make a grab for her opponent, seizing their hood, which tore off with a loud rip.

Everyone, including myself, watched, stunned as the half-blood stood there completely unmasked.

The new demigod...was a girl.

All the girls from the Aphrodite cabin made 'oohs' and 'ahs' as they caught sight of her, the girl who had flawless, creamy white skin and long brown hair, which was only enunciated by really, really blue eyes. I'm serious, take the bluest blue you've ever seen and multiply it by a hundred, and then multiply that by a hundred, and then maybe you'll get an idea of how blue her eyes were; they were blue.

I saw a look of panic briefly cross over her face as she saw that her disguise was ruined, her identity revealed. The brunette looked around at everyone staring at her, all the jealous girls and all the love struck boys.

"So what?" She said suddenly. "I'm a girl; big deal!" She threw down the sword she had been using and began to walk back towards the cabins when someone interrupted her.

"Hold it!"

I looked over towards the voice, watching as a battered Clarisse stood to her feet. "You're not even going to tell us your name, coward?" She snapped, a piece of her hair 'spontaneously' catch fire afterwards.

"My name?" The brunette asked rhetorically, her back still turned to the daughter of Ares. "My name..." She spun around, jabbing a finger into her chest. "Is Laura! And don't forget it, you battle crazy punk!"

Laura snapped her fingers mere seconds before the rest of Clarisse's mop caught on fire, the brunette turning on her heels with a huff and leaving, not even acting satisfied with defeating her opponent. Everyone could only watch her as she left, trying to pick their jaws off of the ground, the daughter of Ares still trying to put out the fire in her hair that was trying to spread.

I turned to Aidan with a surprised look, my half-brother looking back to me. "Well..." He finally said, clearing his throat. "That was unexpected."