#22 | Fight
For Percy, being able to visit camp during winter was always fun because though the magical borders surrounding the camp protected it from weather, they usually let the snow get past the borders once in a while just for fun. And it was fun. There were so many possibilities of what you could do when playing in the snow.
On this particular day, however, something was up.
Chiron had called him over this Saturday afternoon because he said "something urgent" had come up. And when Percy arrived no one seemed to be anywhere in camp. It was starting to freak him out. Total silence. There were no year-rounders traipsing about, no satyrs or wood nymphs that Percy could see. He wanted to be scared, but something felt off. Like he... shouldn't be scared, but cautious.
Still he kept one hand in his pocket, gripping Riptide in case he needed to pull his sword out at a moments notice.
About a half-inch of snow covered the ground and what probably freaked Percy out the most about it, was that it looked like it'd just freshly fallen. There were no footprints or marks. It was all smooth and clean and glistened in the pale sunlight.
Percy let out a deep breath when he got to the middle of the cabins, looking around at all of them, his breath condensing in the cold air.
No activity whatsoever at any of the cabins. Not even a sound out of the Hermes cabin or the Ares cabin and that scared Percy more than anything. And just when he was about to pull out his sword someone from his left, he recognized one of the campers, yelled, "Attack!"
Suddenly the camp burst with life as campers, satyrs and wood nymphs alike came charging toward Percy, who was still standing in the middle of all the cabins, screaming, gripping snowballs. Before Percy had time to recover, they launched their assault and now he had tons of snowballs coming at him from every direction.
Percy simply smiled.
They must've forgotten he was the son of the sea god.
And that snow was just another form of water.
Thank you for everything,
TheBrightestNight