Per cy/sephone Jackson and the lightning thief
I do not own the Percy Jackson series.
Until the battle with Mrs. Dodds the story is mostly from the book before beginning to change, but still follows the book.
The information about kitsune is from the internet, and a few things of my own creation for this story
One person suggested a greek name for Mother/mom to call Hestia, but I couldn't figure out how to write greek on a 3ds. Does anyone know how to write it in english letters
Chapter 6
We had a nice tour, though I was careful not to walk behind him. I'd done pooper scooper patrol in the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade a few times,, and, I'm sorry, but I did not trust Chiron's back end the way I trusted his front.
We passed the volleyball pit, several of the campers nudged each other. One pointed at me, while another said "That's him."
Most of the campers were older than me. Their Satyr friends were bigger than Grover, all of them trotting around in orange CAMP HALF-BLOOD T-shirts, with nothing else covering their goat legs. I wasn't normally shy, but the way they were staring at me made me uncomfortable, like they were expecting me to do a flip or something. I looked back at the big house. It was four stories tall, sky blue with white trim, like an upscale searesort. I was looking at the brass eagle weather vane when something caught my eye, a shadow in the upmost window of the attic gable. Something moved the curtain, just for a second, and I got the distinct impression I was being watched, causing me to shiver since I know the oracle lives there, and what had happened to her.
We walked through the berry fields, where some campers were picking bushels of strawberries while a satyr played on a reedpipe causing a line of bugs to flee in every direction.
Chiron told me the camp grew a nice crop for export to New York restaurants, and Mount Olympus. "It pays our expenses." He explained. "And the Strawberries take almost no effort."
He said Mr. D had this effect on fruit bearing plants, they just went crazy when he was around. It worked best with winegrapes, but Mr. D was restricted from growing those, so they grew strawberries instead.
As we grew closer to the forest I realized just how huge it was. It took up at least a quarter of the valley, with trees so tall and thick, you could imagine nobody had been in there since the Native Americans. There mere sight of it caused me a thrill of pleasure thinking about what it would be like to run through there in Kitsune form.
Chiron said. "The woods are stocked, if you care to try your luck, but go armed."
"What type of monsters is it stocked with?" I asked knowing from mom(Hestia) that it was stocked with monsters, but not what type.
"You'll see. Capture the flag is Friday night. Do you have your own sword and shield?"
"No." I said.
"Very well." Chiron replied. "I think a size five will do. I'll visit the armory later."
We saw the archery range, the canoeing lake, the stables (which Chiron didn't seem to like very much) the javelin range, the sing-along amphitheater, and the arena where they held sword and spear fights.
"Cabin challenges and all that." Chiron explained,not lethal, usually. Oh, yes, and there's the mess hall."
Chiron pointed to an outdoor pavilion framed in white Grecian columns on a hill overlooking the sea. There were a dozen stone picnic tables. No roof. No walls, which I knew was because unless the gods allowed it it never rained in the camp.
Finally he showed me the cabins. There were twelve of them, nestled in the woods by the lake. They were arranged in a U shape with two at the base and five in a row on either side. And they were without a doubt the most bizarre collection of buildings I'd ever seen.
Except for the fact that each had a large brass number above the door (odds on the left side, evens on the right), they looked absolutely nothing alike. Number nine had smokestacks like a tiny factory. Number four had tomato vines on the walls and a roof made of real grass, seven seemed to be made of solid gold, which gleamed so much in the sunlight it was almost impossible to look at. They all faced a commons area about the size of a soccer field, dotted with greek statues, fountains, flowerbeds, and a couple of basketball hoops.
In the center of the field was a huge stone lined firepit known as a hearth. Even though it was a warm afternoon, the hearth smoldered. A girl about nine years old was tending the flames, poking the coals with a sticjk. However I recognized her.
"Mom." I sent to her mentally, the way she taught me, to when we are close enough to see each other, in case we need to talk privately, causing her head to snap up and turn too look at me.
"Percy!" she sent back. "It's so great to see you, but how are you inside the barrier?"
"Turns out my human form is a son of posiedon." I sent back, causing her to blink in shock. "Mom married Gabe because his scent covered mine up so we couldn't tell." I then explained how I found out and what's been happening since last time we talked that I couldn't tell her before due to being unable to contact her duue to her being to busy doing both her duties as a goddess, and whatever happened at that winter solstice, before saying bye and continuing the tour.
The pair of cabins at the head of the field, numbers one and two, looked like his and her mausoleums, big white marble boxes with heavy columns in front. Cabin one was the biggest and bulkiest of the twelv. It's polished bronze doors shimmered like a hologram, so that from different angles lightning bolts seemed to streak across them. Cabin two was more graceful somehow, with slimmer columns, garlanded with pomegranants, and flowers. The walls were covered with images of peacocks.
"Zeus, and Hera?" I guessed.
"Correct."
We stopped in front of the first cabin on the left, cabin three. It wasn't high and mighty like cabin one, but low and solid. The outer walls were of rough frey stone studded with pieces of seashell, and coral, as if the slabs had been hewn straight from the bottom of the ocean floor.
"This is your cabin." Chiron said.
When I looked inside, I caught the salty scent of the interior. Like the wind on the shore at Montauk. The interior walls glowed like abalone. There was six empty bunk beds, with silk sheets turned down, but there was no sign of anyone having slept there. The place felt so sad and lonely, but strangely excited, like it knew I had come to live within it.
"Make yourself at home." Chiron said as I entered and sat on the first bunk.
"Hey Chiron." I heard Grover say. "Have you seen Percy, I went to check on him, and he was gone. He didn't even take the box with the minotaur horn in it, and he wasn't in cabin eleven either."
"Percy has already been claimed by Posiedon." Chiron said as I came to the door.
"Hey Grover." I said.
"Percy." Grover blinked, "You're a son of posiedon."
"Yeah." I replied before looking at the box in Grover's hands. "That the Minotaur horn?"
"Um, yeah." He said. "You seem to be taking being a demigod well."
"I've known about the Greek gods being real since I was eight." I said. "Though I didn't know I was one myself until the incident at the museum with Mrs. Dodds. Though I'm still not sure which fury she was."
"Please don't say their name." Grover said looking around fearfully, before handing me the box. "I've got to talk to Mr. D about my keeper assignment."
"Have fun." I said as he left noticing he flinched for some reason as he left. Maybe he is actually trying to get away from me for saying the word Fury.
"I've got to go as well." Chiron said. "I've got master's archery class so I will see you at dinner, just wait for the conch, and feel free to look around, and find an activity to do, or just explore."
"Alright, bye." I said as he left, and I put the box with the minotaur horn next to my bed, before leaving the cabin myself.
Alright, so people have asked for someone other then Annabeth to be Percy's best friend, and supplied the names Lou Ellen, and Clarisse, But no one said anything either way about Grover, so I will put up a poll with four choices, two for each girl, one where Grover sides with Annabeth, and one where Grover sides with Percy.