Hey, so I got a review saying that Percy is OOC... This is kind of AU so... Yeah, I think I'd act differently if I were brought up with the gods. The "Divine Intervention" Rule, yet again... AU. Hmm, "Among the most powerful being in the Universe." Wow, It says AMONG not that he IS the most powerful; basically I'm talking about the gods... As in LIVING AMONG. Anyway, hope you enjoy this chapter, I got reaaaaally lazy and couldn't be bothered to write so... on with the story.
Silence swept across the beach, small waves crashing against the beach... many of the campers were staring with open mouthed gapes unless they were bowing... or were just too stupid to link the "Son of Poseidon" puzzle together. A small noise interrupted the unwelcome silence as Chiron strode across the beach, taking it gallops at a time.
"Percy, son of Poseidon. Welcome to Camp Half-blood. You will be staying in the Poseidon cabin and I will give you a tour." A small nod of confirmation was given by the messy haired boy, but not before a small cold glare was passed to the Athena cabin, his father had warned him about those... people. They were Arrogant and spiteful... at least that's what his father had told him and his father would have no reason to lie to him about such matters... right? Allowing himself to be led away by the centaur, Percy couldn't help but notice a curtain in the attic shift itself to the side slightly only to be replaced by a green mist which soon vanished as the curtain shifted back into place.
"Chiron, what's in the attic?" Percy questioned in his most 'Regal' voice which was practically leaking innocence.
"Nothing Percy, I'm afraid nothing living has been up there for a long time." Replied Chiron, his answer was of course true, nothing LIVING had been up there for a long time, quests had been banned, the titan lord was on the move and the oracle couldn't be classed as 'Alive'.
By the time that the tour was finished the dinner bell had long gone, he had survived the awed smiles and hateful glares given to him by his other campers, he only had one place left on his tour... his cabin.
Arriving at the Poseidon cabin Percy couldn't help but feel a little happier, it was perfect... almost... it wasn't quite as good as Atlantis but that was to be expected... The building was a low building, the walls were a rough greyish stone, lined with pieces of coral and shells, Percy could have swore this was his father's doing, only Poseidon could have a 'Fashion Sense' like this, Percy swore that if his father could design clothes it would be made of a seashell... The view was nothing but spectacular, the waves were calmly crashing against the beach. A small fountain was set in the back of the cabin, slowly giving off a small mist and the fragrance of the sea around the six beds that had the sheets turned down... one rampant thought passed through Percy's mind as he slowly settled himself into his comfortable bed...
'Maybe this won't be so bad after all.'...