I don't own Percy Jackson and the Olympians
So I am now officially no longer accepting character. Seeing as I already have an army I decided it's probably time to get realistic and start trying to center them all around a plot. I will continue to write the character shorts under this story but by the end of tomorrow the title will change to "OC Army Short Stories"
Autumn:
Going to camp was hard. After being raised in the woods by dryads it was hard to be surrounded by all the busy campers coming and going to activities, chatting with friends, and restlessly going about their lives. I don't know anyone at camp who just drifts with the waves of lake.
But that's nymph behavior, to take life slower because they lived longer, and as it turned out she was not a nymph. Still I just can't seem to adjust to the busy lives these campers all lead. It's been three weeks since I arrived at camp and I had just been claimed by Poseidon last week but even my cabin mates seemed to think I was strange and had no time to get to know me.
Well, except Percy. Percy was one of the oldest campers and the senior member of the Poseidon cabin, but he did his best to make me feel welcome. He was genuinely kind and curios about my past and listened when I talked, but between running the cabin and his own children he got pretty busy. He took it all in stride, though. He was busy and, from the look in his eyes, you could tell he always has been but he always found time for you, always made time to listen.
But unloading everything on to him wasn't fair. He has more important things to do and I don't want to make myself look like a whiny baby in front of anybody, so instead I have to find my own way. I need a friend. I wish Cypress were here. She'd know how to cheer me up. We would go swimming for hours and relax in the sun and laugh and joke, but this is my home now and she'd tell me that.
"You're not a dryad," I could already hear her say. "You need to be with people like you, people you can grow up with and a community you can become so integrated in to that it is your home and the people in it become your family."
There was no use arguing with her. It was clear that even as a daughter of Poseidon I would never fit in with the dryads. But I've lived with them for so long that I don't know how to be a demigod.
"Maybe today during the free portion of the day I'll go play volleyball or something," I thought to myself not really believing it.
"Oof," I said as I unconsciously ran in to the boy that had just walked around the corner.
"Sorry," he said helping me up.
"It's fine," I said brushing off my jeans and avoiding eye contact.
"Hey," he said, "you're that new Poseidon girl, Autumn right?"
I only nodded. I had been so alone for the past three weeks that I hadn't even considered someone might know my name.
"Rowan Westly," he said offering me his hand.
I timidly shook it and said, "Good to meet you."
His smile grew more brilliant and he said, "Hey, me and some friends are going swimming out in the lake during break if you'd care to join us?"
Now I began to grin. "Sure," I said.
"Cool," he said. "I'll see you there." He gave a little wave as he walked off.
I waved back barley able to contain my excitement as I walked to my morning Latin session. Maybe it had been only a short exchange, and maybe we weren't friends yet but it was progress. I hadn't made a fool of myself and I was going to hang out with Rowan and some of his friends. A social activity that wasn't instructed by an adult. I'll probably go and end up creating a whirl pool, but at least I won't be so alone.