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Athena knew from the moment that she started to talk to Frederick Chase that she would give him the gift of being a mortal parent to one of her children. He was just so smart, and he was studying war. If he lived in the time of ancient Greece he would have been an amazing philosopher or strategist. But alas, this was much the modern age.

She helped him with his studies, pretending to be an upperclassmen, lending him some quick thought when needed. 

Athena had plans, so many plans for this mortal. Now let it not be said that she had not learned anything from Odysseus. As much as mortal emotions confused her, she did make an effort to try. So she made sure that Frederick Chase wanted a child. She studied how he looked at kids whenever they would study together. She listened to his dreams of settling down with a woman and having children with her at some point in the future.

She gathered from this that he wanted a kid, not specifically with her. But if he wanted children at some point that would mean that he would make a good father. It made sense to her, if you want something you will work to keep it. So with that she decided that our graduation present for him would be one of her beloved half-blood children. He would be so honored and pleased with the gift.

She meant to give her little girl to her father on his graduation day... but she couldn't. She didn't want to part with this child. Not now, not ever again. Athena didn't want to lose him... not again.

Her best friend.

The one she let down.

The one she led astray.

The student she let down.

The one she promised to do better, to make a better world for.

He had come back to her, as her daughter.

She wanted to keep them close, to raise them on Olympus. To do them right this time. For them to be friends again.

But she couldn't.

He was nologer Odysseus. He was nologer a He... well unless they chose to be a male in the future. But that doesn't change that he was now her child, her daughter. And there were ancient rules in place for a reason. Even though she is one of her father's favorite kids, that favor doesn't often extend to her children.

She didn't want to risk the life of her baby. Her little warrior of the mind. But she couldn't bring herself to just give her away so soon.

So she keeps her little owlet closer for a week or so then gives her to her father's care.

To say she was upset to later find that Frederick Chase didn't like her gift of her favorite child was an understatement.

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Poseidon was nervous he had broken an oath on the river sticks. He had cheated on his wife. And there will be consequences. But did he truly regret what he did?

.... no. Sally Jackson was an amazing woman, the likes of which he had n't seen for centuries. And even then it was rare. He didn't regret falling in love with the mortal. He didn't regret impregnating her. What he didn't regret however was the time, the circumstances, and the fate the child would undoubtedly hold. The life of a hero is never easy.

He's been trying to control his nerves for a while. To make sure that no one notices his transgressions. He didn't want his child, his youngest, to die just because he wasn't careful.

Then he felt it. 

Later he may acknowledge only to himself that when he felt it for the first time he was overcome with confusion, and rage at the fates and his child. How dare they punish him in this way! He took some time to calm down. He wouldn't want to hurt Sally.

For those of you confused, gods can if their child is a reincarnation tell that they are on, and if they paid enough attention to them in their past life to remember them they could tell who they were. This is a gift only bestowed on the godly parent of the child, or any underworld deity. And as Poseidon felt he and Sally’s child being brought into this world, he couldn't feel who they used to be....

that man's, no that Monster's 'wife'. 

His chest still hurt, chaos dam it!

How dare she! How dare these fates?!

Later, not even a week had passed. And he went to go see his new child. If worst came to worst he'd kill the child and give Sally a new one. It isn't a big deal.

He appeared silently and a mist of sea spray, in front of the infant's crib. He glared down at the sleeping ball of the new half-blood. 

"How dare you or anything related to that thing, come back as my blood. I shouldn't let this insult stand." He murmured above the child, not wanting to wake Sally. His fury is not with her. She couldn't control the fates, or the threats any more than any mortal could.

He was brought out of his thoughts abruptly by as small noise. He blinked looking around for where it originated. Has Sally woke up?

A small giggle came from below him, and he looked down to see the most adorable version of his own eyes he had ever seen. They were the shape of Sally. And he melted, almost physically melted into a puddle on this mortal apartment floor. 

He gently picked up the child. "I'm so sorry, little one. None of what happened was your fall. And none of what will happen will be ether." He snuggles the child, then carefully and lovingly looks them over. 

2 eyes; check.

2 arms; check.

2 legs and feet; check.

10 fingers and toes, all in the right spots in the correct amount; check.

No fangs; check.

No claws; check.

No scales; check.

No tale; check.

No gills; check.

His son was perfect. His baby boy was perfect in every way.

The infant giggled at him again, and made little babbling noises. All quietly. Little the little one too didn't want to wake his mother.

"What is your name my little sea star?" Poseidon asked and cooed at the child as he looked for any hints for the answer in the child's belongings. Eventually he found a blanket with 2 names embroidered on it 'Perseus' and 'Percy'. "Is your name Percy, my little purl?" He asked the child, refusing to acknowledge the other name on the blanket.

The child just quietly babbled, smiling up at him. Like Poseidon did come here with the best intentions being to abandon him in every way a god could, and the worst just outright killing them.

Looking upon a little Percy now, he felt ashamed. How could he even think of hurting this perfect, beautiful child?

"I'm sorry I thought you were a punishment to me." He softly told the child. "You are a punishment to that man." He grinds. "You will be the best of my children. It's funny isn't it that the most perfect child ever, is my child. The 'father of Monster's' they call me. But you are the farthest thing from a monster."

Percy obviously has no idea who this man is or what he is saying. The man just feels safe, so he curls up in the man's arms and starts to go back asleep.

Poseidon laughs softly. "I may not know who that basted king Odysseus got reincarnated into, but if he wants his 'wife' again this life. He will have to go through many dangerous trials to gain my permission. No one is good enough for you my little pup, don't forget that. And how ironic it is. That his old wife is now the son of the god that hates him the most." Poseidon put Percy’s sleeping body back into the crib carefully and lovingly, tucking him back in. "Nothing will ever be your fault, and I will always be proud of you. You could torture and kill all the gods slowly and painfully and I would still be so proud of you, and love you son. Good bye." He kisses his little purl on the forehead and with that he leaves.

Not leaving all a trace that he had ever been there. Except for next month's perfect weather.

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Frederick Chase always wanted children. But not so soon after he finally graduated college. Especially while still in debt from college. It really didn't help that Annabeth, his new daughter, would never sleep peacefully.

She would cry through the night, or wake up at odd hours screaming, and being unconsolable. Only calming doesn't happen after she wakes up, but even then she would sometimes wine and whimper like she was being yelled at. Even though everything is quiet.

Frederick Chase was at his wits end. He could barely sleep. His child would be in constant danger, and probably wouldn't live long according Athena.

and he couldn't deal with it, not alone. Athena called her daughter a 'gift' to him for his intelligence. What kind of 'gift' is a child? Especially when children like them don't tend to make it to adulthood? His best choice is to try not to get attached while doing his best to raise her.

Maybe it will not hurt as much when Annabeth dies to some monster if he doesn't think of her as his.

Annabeth was still not sleeping well by the time she was 4. Frederick Chase started putting her in day care so he could work. Annabeth may be a smart kid that didn't tend to get in much trouble, but she was nowhere near being an easy kid. This was something he and the main caretaker at the daycare; Helen Pham, fully agreed on. Annabeth would question everything, push every boundary, and intimidate every other kid and even some adults.

Despite this Helen Pham, and Frederick Chase got along very well. Eventually they started dating. Much to little Annabeth's displeasure. 

Annabeth even when not knowing who her biological mother was always wanted her father and mother to actually end up together. But Helen made Frederick happy. So he ignored Athena's child's dislike of the situation.

Let it be said that Helen tried with Annabeth. She really did. But the child wouldn't stop crying about imaginary spider attacks, dreams she couldn't remember, and the child's over dislike for a new parental figure that wasn't her birth mom. So by the time that Helen Pham became Helen Chase, the woman had long since given up on the need for a relationship with the child. Especially after the dangers the child presented to her unborn twins, her husband, and herself.

By the time Annabeth was 7 she knew her family didn't like her. I didn't want her. So she decided that she would do what they wanted... and disappear. She was smart enough to live alone anyway.

At least that's what she thought. Evry was going fine, not great but fine. Living on the streets was a little harder than she thought, especially with all the things trying to kill her. 

'You can win my little warrior' a voice would tell her in the back of her mind anything one attacks her. 'I will help you this time.'

The first were hard and she didn't usually come out of the fight unscathed, or even truly the victor. But she was 7, slightly malnourished, living on the streets, and alive. The voice was kind but stern, it would always guide her to a correct answer. She appreciated that it wasn't just given to her. She liked to think. Maybe it was a gift from her mom.

It guided her to a safe place to sleep. She started to doze off with her hammer clutched tightly in her small hands. Distantly, in the back of her mind, she wished for a bow, a sword, or a knife, to differentiate herself with instead. She was about to sleep when she heard noises in the near abandoned warehouse she was hiding in a lay nearby, it used to be an ironwork shop. She was shaking. She didn't have the energy to fight another unkillab monster. She tried to get her fear under control but the helpful voice was so silent, like it abandoned her... she actually hit the hammer on the nearby dumpster.

The voice quieted in that way all intelligent things to before a fight with an unknown enemy.

"Are you sure?" A female voice asking.

"Somthing is down there, I can sense it." A male voice riptide. For some reason she thought it sounded wrong, it should be more bubbly and energetic.

She gets caught up in her thoughts. And accidentally made an even louder sound. She internally cursed her lack of sleep for her carelessness. Annabeth couldn't help but shake even more. She would die here; she just knew it, and it would be her own fault.

As whatever it was lifted the sheet of metal covering her she threw her hammer at it. It was her only hope of excap."waw!" The blonde teen she just attacked exclaimed narrowly dodging her attack and grabbing her wrist.

Annabeth struggled, she couldn't go back to her family, they hated her. She couldn't be killed by them if they are monsters either. She needs to find someone. She doesn't know who. But she knows they will be all her power, her everything. And she couldn't die here. So she struggled with all her little sleep deprived, malnourished, 7 year old body couldn't muster. "No more monsters! Go away!" Annabeth screamed as she thrashed, kicked, everything. The boy said something while trying to restrain her. But she couldn't listen, she had to get away, had to find the person she is always longing for. Probably her mother.

The boy said something and the ugly monster disappeared leaving only her, and the 2 other kids there. "H-hay little girl." The black haired punk rock girl spoke gently. "It's a- all right, we aren't going to hurt you. I-I'm Thalia. This is Luke."

"Munsters!" She seemed. She knew from previous experience that they were good at hiding among normal people.

"No!" The boy holding Annabeth shouted in alarm. She shivered as she still fought. "But we know about monsters. W-we fight them too."

He adjusted his hold on Annabeth more of a conferring embrace than a restraining hold. She even stopped fighting. She looked up at the boy analyzing him, route pleading with her eyes. "You're like me?" Annabeth was suspicious, but hopeful. She didn't know how much longer she could do this alone.

"Y-yha, we're..." He trout off almost looking for the correct word. "Well it's hard yo explain, but we are monsters fighters. Where is your family?" He seemed so concerned.

But Annabeth couldn't think that it was just bad luck that he brought up the F word to her. "They hate me. They didn't want me. I ran away!" She snarled at them.

The 2 older kids looked at each other and someday came to a silent decision. The girl melted down and put a hand on Annabeth's shoulder. "What's your name kido?"

"..." Annabeth thought about giving a fake name like Odysseus, Polites, or Nobody. But instead she settled with "Annabeth."

They smiled at her. "Nice name." They boy complimented. "I'll tell you what Annabeth, you're pretty fierce. We could use a fighter like you."

That surprised Annabeth. She hadn't really done much to prove herself to this, Luke, and Thalia people. "You could?"

"Oh, yha!" He grinned at her the thought of something. He reached down to his belt and pulled out a dager. Overing it to her. "How would you like a real monster slaying weapon? This is celestial bronze, it works a lot better than a hammer." Annabeth took that dagger studying it. It was so pretty, and if what the guy said is true it would help her so much. Ideas already flitting through her mind. "Knives are only for the bravest and quickest fighters." He said. He continued on. But she already knew all the upsides and downsides of each kind of weapon. She beamed up at him when he called her clever.

"I am clever, I'm a warrior of the mind!" That got a laugh out of the older girl and earned Annabeth a head ruffle.

They talked for a bit and the 2 older kids promised that they would take her back to Helen, and Frederick Chase, along with their 2 perfect kids. That the 3 of them Thalia, Luke, and Annabeth would be a family from then on. A true family. But no matter how happy it made her... Annabeth still felt like something was missing.

Later Luke and Thalia had their first experience with Annabeth's constant nightmares that she could never remember. And unlike with her first family, they didn't abandon her for it.

Annabeth's nightmares didn't get better after they made it to camp. Most campers assumed it was due to the monster attacks she and her 2 old siblings experienced on their way to camp, or losing Thalia at the crest of the hill. She didn't have the heart to tell them that this is normal for her. That she has always had nightmares. 

But eventually her siblings in cabin 6, and all the other campers come to accept that Annabeth Chase the daughter of Athena will never have an easy sleep.

Athena being the godly parent she is makes sure to give each of her children a gift only on their birthdays. Mostly consisting of books, stuffed animals, and non-enchanted weapons.

On her 12th birthday Annabeth got a hat, she thought it was a normal hat until she put it on and she disappeared. But that was nothing compared to the gift she got on May 30, if that year.

That night a boy broke, carrying, and busted collapsed on the front porch of the big house during one of Annabeth's weekly sessions to talk about her nightmares with Chiron. From the moment she saw the boy clutching onto her friend; Grover's unconscious body, she knew he was special. 

That night after getting the kid to the infirmary... for the first time in her life she didn't have a nightmare.

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At around 6 months old Sally thought it was time that Percy tried olives. They provide healthy fats, antioxidants, and vitamins essential for growth and development, while also supporting heart health and potentially reducing inflammation. And it would hurt that if her son ends up liking them then maybe that would soften any anger Athena may have towards him for just being the son of her rival.

The only problem?

... Percy started to tear up at the smell along. But Percy, being the angel her little boy was, tried a small bite of the black fruit anyway, and immediately started bawling.

It took close to an hour of her soothing her son for him to finally calm down.

And she immediately scheduled an allergy test. It would be expensive and a little out of her budget, but she couldn't risk hurting her baby. 

"I'm glad to report to Mrs. Jackson that your son isn't allergic to anything, according to our tests." The kind doctor taller her.

"What?" Sally asked. "Don't get me wrong, I'm so glad. But he started crying, and I couldn't get him to calm down for hours. He must have at least a mild allergy." She glanced down hand Percy who was happy bouncing on her leg, and looking around at the room while babbling.

"I'm sorry ma'am, but the lower tests say otherwise." The doctor doesn't look sorry, more annoyed. "Isn't probably just a texture sensitivity or preference that he will grow out of."

With that the doctor visit was over, and the Mother son pair went about their lives as normal. Sally quickly realized that she couldn't buy anything related to olives.

Sally hated Gabe Ugliano. She hated everything about him. He was the tipe of man that should be in jail, or cursed by the gods. 

But she needed him, needed his money(that he always used all of including her own savings for his own use), she needed him around for so many reasons, but one most of all... he sinks. His terrible smell is the only thing at this point keeping Sally from having to give her son up. From having to take Percy to that place, or the sea, and leaving him there to be raised by someone else. From potentially never seeing her baby her now 5 year old light of her life again. Percy was and is the best thing to ever happen to her, and she would do anything to keep him safe and with her as long as possible.

So if she needed Gabe so badly to reach that goal, why was she contemplating divorcing him now? Despite all he did to her? Despite his heavy hands, his demands, his use of all their money? 

She came home one night from work later then she usually would. It was a long day, and she made sure to grab some of Percy’s favorite candy. He had just got kicked out of his kindergarten(mostly due to the cycle that had been stalking him, but him seeing other strange things "Scaring the other children" the printable called it,) so she made sure to grab a bit extra. 

As she walked to her apartment door she heard the sound of the cruel laughter of an adult male, and the cries of a distrest child... her child, in her house... she saw red as she slammed open her door. To see Gabe Ugliano standing over her baby shaving olives in his face. She had long since burned those fruits from her house how did he get them?

It didn't matter, she tore her way through the room and picked up her boy cradling him gently in her arms as he shook, with unending tears. "How dare you." She seethed quietly, glaring over Percy's head held close to her chest, at her 'husband' the thing she viewed as nothing but a tool to keep her baby safe. That thing didn't deserve to be called human. "We will talk about this look later." She started coolly, then walked away.

She walked to Percy’s room, carrying her still crying boy. She carnally placed him down on the bed. "Do you want something candy? Do you want to talk about it? Or do you want to be left alone?" She asked softly.

Percy with till tery eyes, not dune yet faling, pointed to the bag of candy she still held. Sally nodded and handed over the bag. With the day he was having she thought he probably needed it all. He seemed to disagree though because he handed her a peach first before picking one out for himself.

They stayed like that for a bit eating candy together in silence. Until Percy finally spoke up. "He's big." Was the first thing he said, and Sally Hart broke a little, as she remembered how Gabe had loomed over Percy, using all his stackers to intimidate her baby.

"It was scary wasn't it. I'm sorry." It wasn't a question.

Percy shook his head, then thought, and nodded. "Smelly Gabe was a little scary, but the olive just makes me feel bad."

That was concerning but, in that moment it hit her... Percy was old enough to give her at least a little idea on why he doesn't like the fruit. "What kind of bad?"

Percy made a face like he was thinking really hard. "Like, like, like when Mommy has to go away and I can't go too.... but after that? And, and bigger!" Sally knew that her son probably wouldn't quite understand yet, and neither did she. But now she knew that olives made her son feel sad, and lonely. She had no idea how, but it was at least something

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Mr. Martin is an abridged 1st grade teacher at Cypress Grove Elementary. Any teacher would tell you that they don't have a favorite student, this is a lie. But for Mr. Martin it was the truth. You see he doesn't really like children. Hell, he doesn't like his own kid he had with his now ex wife. Williams Martin doesn't like kids, never have probably never will. And he is ok with that, he is a professional and will do his job.

Now Mr. Martin may not have a favorite student but he definitely has a least favorite. And that child is one Perseus Jackson. The child has an air around him like he thinks he is better than every adult in the school, and can get even the most loud and misbehaving student to listen to him. All the children had seemingly elected Perseus to be their ledger, though they seemed to have forgotten to notify the other child. Or Perseus was just to dumb to know. That wouldn't surprise Mr Martin at all, Perseus has yet to understand most if any of the spelling lessons, and to a slightly less extent most of his other subjects, except art and P.E..

So obviously Perseus must be stupid and or have something meager with his brain. Especially with his insistence on seeing women coming out of the trees on the playground, ladies living in the creek nearby, winged horses on a nearby dumpster, giant dogs with glowing red eyes, or the part bird ladies sitting in a giant nest the next building over. The kid insisted they were real but no one else can see them. And thankfully some of the other kids don't go along with insane delusions.

Today's snack was olive cups, the little disposable fruit cup thing, full with the black little fruit. Mr. Martin passed them out one by one to each child. Then he got to the last student, Perseus.

As he was about to put the cup down the child spoke up. "Mr. Martin?" The child's voice sounded strange, so he looked down to see the child holding back tears. "I don't like olives, mommy sent in a note."

Mr. Martin can't remember receiving a note about that. He didn't care to check though, Perseus just said he liked them, not that he was allergic.

"Well Perseus,"

"Percy." The trouble maker child interrupted him.

"Your name is Perseus and that is what I will address you as." Some of the children that didn't look up to Perseus giggled at his name. It was a strange name so it was understandable. "We are having olives as our snack today. So you'll have to eat them. I will be watching to make sure you don't just throw them out." He placed down the fruit cup.

Perseus was going to correct him again about his name again, but stops short at his eye following the cups dissent in front of him. His face turns into a wired mix of emotions at what Mr. Martin assumed was the thought of eating the fruits, fear, sadness, disbelief, and almost horror. 'Great, he's a picky eater too.' He thought.

"I would never." The child said more quietly and softly than he's ever heard Perseus speak.

"You have to get over this, what? Texter issue?" It wasn't really a question because he phrased it like it was a professional after all. Perseus posed with tears now running down his face, opened his mouth, then closed it, only to nod in an affirmative. "You will have to deal with things that will make you uncomfortable in the real world, to suck it up and deal with it. So how about we start with the olives."

By the end of snack time Perseus was quiet and had finished his olives. Mr. Martin felt good about how he got some of the kids to try new things, and others how the world works. The wireless thing that happened was that the bathroom at some point fluid, but that was an easy fix for the school janitor.

Percy was still crying when his mom picked him up, but he couldn't tell her what happened..

Grover found out that Percy didn't like olives on one enchilada day; that day the lunch people decided to be fancy with the enchiladas and add olives on top of them. Which was fine with Grover, he loves all fruits and vegetables. The problem was that Percy was busy being scolded by another teacher for his temper and poor attention span, so he trusted Grover to get his lunch for him.

Percy walked to their normal spot, took one look at the lunch Grover picked out for them, and started to cry.

"Percy?!" Grover blurted nervously. "Are you ok? Do-do you not like enchiladas? I don't get why they're amazing but, I'm sorry if you don't!" Gods Grover didn't know what to do. What did he do wrong? Was Percy going to hate him? Percy couldn't hate him! How would he protect Percy if he hated him?! He had never seen Percy cry before.

"It-it's not the enchiladas." Percy gasped out. And that made Grover pose and accidentally think. What could it be? He started to pay attention to the ability all skaters have of being able to feel others emotions, and focuses on Percy. He was... sad? Not just sad, but lonely and a little scared, too. And it wasn't just a little bit, but a lot. Like how one of the kids from camp is waiting for one of their parents to show up, or one of the camper's parents waiting at the border to see if that kid made it this year. But that wasn't quite right either, but it was the corset thing he's felt to it. "It's the olives." Percy finally died, and Grover blinked at him from his seat(Percy had yet to sit down). 

How could olives make his friend feel like that? Then he remembered Annabeth, the dreams she couldn't remember. Something she would wake up, and the emotions she had remaining were so similar to Percy’s now. He couldn't help Annabeth, but maybe he could help Percy. "I could eat your olives for you? Or we could go get you a new lunch?" He offered.

Percy smiles at him finally talking about his set. "I would never throw out an olive. I don't know why, it almost feels worse than just being around anything related to it in the first place." Percy didn't know why he was trying Grover this, he hadn't even told his mom. Maybe it was because he was his best friend. "I think I'd prefer if you ate them. I would want to waste food. Imagine all the poor men at sea who didn't have enough supplies." He half joked.

They laughed and Grover used his fork to transfer Percy’s olives to his own enchilada. After they finished eating Percy finally was able to stop his tears. Grover was proud of himself to be able to make Percy feel better.

Grover was panicking during the first meal Percy had with the rest of the camp. You see this is a greek camp. That means that they cook with olive oil, at least half the world used is olive wood, and they serve olives. All things Percy seemed to have a warped kind of sixth sense about. Percy could look, smell, or feel something, and immediately know it is olive related by how he would immediately start to feel bad. And Grover had seen it all first hand.

He assumed that the only reason Percy hadn't freaked out yet was because he was so overwhelmed. What with his mom dying in front of him, finding out he has a Greek god as a parent, and if the rumors are to be believed, he got jumped by Clarisse and some of her sisters and somehow managed to come out unscathed(mostly).

But it never happened.

And Percy nodded. He was sitting right in front of the biggest bowl of olives he had ever seen. "Uh, Luke?"

"What is Percy?" The older boy asked as they sat back down at the Hermes table.

"Those are olive right?" He posted dumbly at the bowl in front of him shakily.

Luke looked at him confused. "Yhah, why have you never seen any before?" Luke laughed.

Percy with a trembling hand picked up a singular olive and brought it to his mouth. And for the first time I. In his life he didn't cry from sadness, or loneliness, or anything like that. "I- I like olives." Percy said quite to himself, in bewilderment, as he could feel the tears begin to form. He felt warm, safe, and protected, just like how his mom's cookies made him feel. Slowly his eyes wandered to the pretty blonde haired girl that showed him around. And as they locked eyes the feeling got stronger, and he cried in front of all of camp.

Not the best first impression he could have had. As he said a little louder, "I really like olives.”

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Annabeth woke up the morning after the new kid came stumbling into camp half dead strangely. 

She woke up way later than she normally did. To the point that none of her siblings were in 6, and to add on to the strangeness of the morning... She was fine... No jolting awake, no feeling of guilt, fear, or hopelessness... the screams that she has learned to tune out, were quitter than they have ever been.

It was strange, and unnerving, so different from what she was used to. But it was peaceful, and comforting, like a missing piece of her own personal puzzle that makes up her being, was finally somewhere in reach.

It made no sense. And Annabeth being a child of Athena didn't usually like things not making sense. But maybe this was ok. She thought as she laid there, enjoying the after effects of her first peaceful night's sleep ever.

But something felt wrong, like while that puzzle piece was now closer than ever, she couldn't see it. And it was in danger of not quite fighting anymore. Like someone had been abusing the missing piece well, I was away from the rest of the puzzle. And now it may not fit right. "An abuse piece..." she mused out loud. That reminded her of something. Battered and bruised, probably a concussion, tired, and crying out.

Just as she was about to put her finger on it the cabin door opened and Zelda Richter(a newer camper who only started 2 years ago) "who, you're awake?!" She pointed out. "I don't think I've ever seen you sleep so well."

"Neither have I." Annabeth stated a little upset that her train of thought had been cut off. "What is going on?"

"Well, breakfast just got finished up, don't worry we saved your some." Zelda placed a plate of food Annabeth did realize the other girls were holding. "And apparently a new camper showed up last night-"

The half German girl kept talking but Annabeth was no longer listening. She knew what happened, She had been the person to get the scrawny new camper's unconscious body to the infirmary. And suddenly she knew why she was so uneasy even with the good sleep. She stood up suddenly. "I need to go." Annabeth ignored the slightly older girl's protests as she walked briskly to the infirmary. 

She didn't know why but she had to make sure the kid was ok. It was as ingrained in her very being as strategy was. She pushed her way past Apollo kids just trying to do their jobs to get to the newest camper's cot. "How is he?" She demanded from a nearby Apollo kid, Austin Lake if she is remembering the ceremony.

"H-he'll he fine in a cupel of days G-genaral." 'General', or 'Captain' are the nicknames she has earned herself due to her attitude, and prowess in war games. Over the past 5 years she has yet to truly lose a game.

She let out a sigh of relief. "I can tack over his care if you don't have much more to do. Other camper will never the care of the apollo cabin's members, and you all have actives schedule." It was phrase is a kind offer, with logical backing up her decision. But in reality, deep down she needs this. Is it really you my love? For some reason he was hurt, making something in her turn uncomfortable.

The Apollo kid nodded. "Sure thing Captain, I'll get you some ambrosia for him." And with that they were gone. Leaving just Annabeth and the black haired kid. She pulled a chair up beside the bed. And it was like all the uneasiness, fear, and even the screams washed away.

A little bit late as she spoon fed the boy a mixture of ambrosia and nectar(so that it would be its consistency, more like pudding, then fudge.) The boy opened his eyes for the first time since the night before. They made her breath catch in her throat, they were the most beautiful things she'd ever seen. But they shouldn't be, they were a mix of green and blue, reminding her of the sea. The sea that has always terrified her. To see that to her, for no apparent reason, represented nothing but cruelty.

But this boy's eyes were different, for a moment the sea wasn't terrifying.

The sea wasn't cruel. 

For a moment... The sea was home.

Then she snapped herself out of it. She had to ask the boy some questions quickly. If he could answer even one of them then maybe he would be put in any more danger. She steeled herself, and as firmly, but as gently as she could, started asking her questions. "What will happen at the summer solstice?"

"Wh-what?" He croaked out. And the sound pulled something in her heart, but she cared.

"What is going on?" She looks around making doubly sure that no one was listening in. "What was stolen? We've only got a few weeks."

"I'm sorry" as the boy looked at it, so sorry, tired and confused. "I-I don't..." someone knocked at the door and she for some reason felt the urge to snap at them to leave. But instead she filled the boy's mouth with the godly food and turned around to see who had interrupted their little moment.

And she was never more upset to see Luke in her life.

The next time she saw him awake she was at the big house watching Mr. D and Chiron play poker. Apparently, I have 3 straight days of good, nightmare lacking, sleep was concerning. Annabeth wasn't complaining about it so why should anyone else?

So there she was leaning against the lining against the railing of the porch of the big house. When she spotted him, he was walking towards them on wobbly unstable legs, clutching a shoebox to his chest like a life line, his black hair was a mess, his tan skin still a little on the pale side, and those beautiful pools of the prettiest shards of the sea she had ever seen, still looked so lost, and sad... but that didn't change how absolutely breathtaking he was. It took every bit of her will power to play it cool. Do not stare too long. 

Grove mumbled something to the newest camper. She wasn't really paying attention, but she was enough to get the gist of what he was saying. Grover the sweet goat he is was trying to make sure that the boy didn't get smited by the wine god. Then he said "The girl, that's Annabeth Chase. She's just a camper, but she's been here longer than just about anybody." Which was, to be honest, a good description of her. But she couldn't help but be a little disappointed that he didn't hyper up just a little bit more. Maybe mention at least one of her nicknames around camp?

The boy's eyes followed Grover's prompting, to where Chiron sat in his fake wheelchair. "Mr. Brunner?!"

Chiron turned to the newest camper, and smiled at him."Ah, good, Percy," Chiron said with slight mischief. "Now we have 4 pinochles." He offered Percy a chair next to Mr. D. that made Annabeth a little uncomfortable and she didn't know why. He was pretty, like really pretty, maybe he's an Aphrodite kid. But he was sitting on the opposite side of the table from her.

Did they not trust her? She knows the myths, she knows what the gods do to pretty things, and usually to a lesser extent demigods do the same. But she is the daughter of a virgin goddess. The goddess of wisdom. She has self restraint... and she's twelve. Mr. D started his usual 'i guess i have to welcome you here but I would really would have preferred if you died' spell, but this time it passed Annabeth off. It doesn't normally, she is used to it. She clenches her fists and grits her teeth surely to try to release some of her anger.

But Chiron must of knowest, "Annabeth?" I looked back at the trainer of heroes as he introduced me to Percy jackson. Calming me down a little as he turned back to the probably child of Aphrodite. "This young lady nursed you back to health, Percy. Annabeth, my dear, why don't you go check on Percy’s bunk? We'll be putting him in cabin eleven for now."

"Sure, Chiron." She responded back.

Ahead didn't leave immediately though, she stayed at the pretty boy that apparently managed to kill the minotaur all by himself. Pretty and dangerous. After a while of studying him, trying to commit as much detail to memory, as possible. She realized she ad properly been staring to long. 'Common Annabeth say something anything. Be cool. Say something.' She had planned to praise him for a good job. Or something. But all that came out of her mouth was. "You drool in your sleep." Shit, she managed to make sure her embarrassment didn't show on her face, and ran away as fast as she could.

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Gossip spread around camp fast. It makes sense; it being a camp full of ADHD kids with rarely any new things happening. But Annabeth was reaching her limit. Well, there were some good tidbits of information, almost any gossip. Some of the things said about Percy rubbed her the wrong way. Don't get her wrong she understands that everyone at camp has been training to fight this entire time, it's what they are made to do. 

But it isn't his fault they didn't notice in time.

It's not right to expect more from him just because he had to fight off one monster. No matter how strong it was.

Just because he doesn't look strong doesn't mean he didn't do it.

Just because he killed the minotaur doesn't mean he's strong.

Just because he probably is strong doesn't mean he couldn't use some help and compassion.

Just because more of them didn't have good relationships with their mortal parents; doesn't mean they have to dismiss the fact that his mother is gone.

And just because Percy Jackson has some resemblance to The Sea God. Doesn't mean the pretty boy is related to him. No one as gentle, beautiful, sweet, and safe as that boy could be related to something as cruel, scary, sadistic, intimidating, and ruthless as Poseidon. And Annabeth would kindly like everyone, especially her siblings, to shut up about it!

Annabeth glanced up from her 'A Companion to Greek Architecture', translated it into ancient Greek. To see the camper of the hour(or past three days) getting a tour around camp by Chiron himself. He doesn't normally do that. Doesn't he know that it will only get Percy even more unwanted attention? Even more people envy him? He's new and supposedly chess lost his mother. He doesn't need that.

She quickly looks back at her book before they notice her staring. 'Stay cool Annabeth, he's just the most attractive probably child of Aphrodite you've ever seen. No pressure. You just pointed out that he drools in his sleep the last time you talked. Oh, but he is so cute when doing that. FOCUS!' As they approached she looked the newest camper over from her spot on the porch of cabin 11, and she mentally sighed in relief to see that he didn't look any worse than the last time she saw him. Maybe a little more confused, if that's possible, but nothing much more than that. She did get a pang of satisfaction at spotting him eyeing her architecture book though.

"Annabeth," Chiron interrupted her mental preening, "I have masters' archery class at noon, today. Would you take Percy from here?"

"Yes, sir." She replied in her normal soldier-esque way.

"Cabin 11," Chiron told Percy, gesturing toward the doorway. "Make yourself at home." Out of ALL the cabins, 11, was the most 'Well loved' and it showed. A part of Annabeth didn't like Percy going there, he deserved better. Like the palace he had built for the both of them and their son. But this is what he'll get until he's claimed. She opens for his sake; it happens soon.

Annabeth winged as she was Percy’s first look into the over packed cabin. She had done her best to get him a decent spot to sleep. Sadly with even her connections the best she could do was a small spot in the center of the cabin, it was better than under one of the bunks, or in the bathroom.

Annabeth knew that the campers in cabin 11 were bowling to Chiron. But a part of her could almost imagine them bowling to her and or Percy.the slightly fancy was broken when the centaur took his leave.

As the other kids started to size Percy up she glared at them from behind him. A silent warning. "Well? Go on." She couldn't tell if she was talking to the cabin as a hole or Percy. But Percy took it as his cue to step into the cabin. And apparently he wasn't truly completely healed from his experience 3 days ago, because he promptly tripped on the threshold. Trying to catch him but she was too late, Percy hit the floor face first (that must not be good for his concussion), but he piped back up fairly quickly. 'He has good reflexes' she mused. But that didn't stop some campers from laughing, she glared at each of them making sure none of them said anything "Percy Jackson, meet cabin 11." Ananeth tried to not sound too upset.

"Regular or undetermined?" A camper asking; Devyn Campbell if she remembers correctly. They had been in cabin 11 for a while now, even though they aren't a child of Hermes. 

I don't want him to make any enemies by accident. Or get any more embarrassed than he already looks(no matter how cute it makes him look.) "Undetermined."

Everyone groaned, which was uncalled for... but sadly understandable. Annabeth could see Percy’s confusion, and just hoped he could hold off asking until she could explain in private.

Luke; Annabeth's brother in all but blood, and her second in command whenever cabin 11, and 6 work together steps forward. Taking mercy on everyone involved. "Now, now, campers. That's what we're here for. Welcome Percy. You have that spot on the floor, right there." As he guided the newest member of the cabin's attention to the spot Annabeth had fought for him for, Luke gave her a look. Letting her know that he has been picking up on her weird change in attitude. She doesn't usually go so far for a new camper, her odd protectiveness.

And she couldn't hide almost anything in the presence of her old brother, making her blush at being caught. "This is Luke." She introduced Percy. God she hopes they get along, that would be so awkward if they don't. She saw the probability soon to be cabin 10 camper(gods, how would Aphrodite make him any better looking?!) looking at her with a strange look... 'oh no, I'm blushing! He might get the wrong idea! Quick do something!' She quickly hardens her facial expression. "He's your counselor for now."

"For now?" (Oh gods, he knows to ask clarifying questions. And he looked like a confused baby animal while doing it too!)

"You're undetermined." Luke started his usual expansion. But it makes Annabeth frown. 'Is he usually this vague with new campers? It's a decent explanation, but it's obvious that newer campers would need a little bit more. Why is this bothering her so much?'

Percy looked around the cabin after the explanation, almost like he was making sure he and his belongings were safe. A smart move after being told that you'll be living in a place dedicated to a god that has the domain of thieves. "How long will I be here?" 

Annabeth found herself hope it wouldn't be long.

"Good question," Luke started, and Annabeth knew that look in his eyes, it's the look that most Hermes kids got before pulling a prank. She tried to stop him with just a look, but he ignored her. "Until you're determined."

And there was the set up, she just had to hope Percy didn't fall for it. But she couldn't see him opening up his mouth. 'He doesn't need this. He doesn't have an ego that needs to be knocked down! You could have just said that it was hard to tell, or we don't know!'

"How long will that take?" And that poor, overwhelmed, confused boy got laughed at by every camper in the cabin.

"Come on, I'll show you the volleyball court." Annabeth tried to subtly, but quickly got him out of there. 

"I've already seen it." That beautiful idiot was confused. 

"Come on." She replied firmly, as she took his hand, and dragged him outside. As the rest of cabin 11 continued laughing at him.

All that was going through Annabeth's mind was anger, anger at Athena herself, anger at Luke, and anger at all those who were laughing at this pier, innocent, beautiful, boy. And when Annabeth gets mad she has a bad habit of lashing out.

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Annabeth was angry. How dare Luke and the rest of cabin 11 laugh at such a pure, innocent, and obviously overwhelmed boy?! A few feet away from cabin 11 she gritted out "You have to do better than that, αγάπη μου." She didn't even realize what she said as she tried to put as much space between them and the cabin full of laughter.

She didn't notice the boy blinking at her in confusion as he just let her pull him along. She did notice the quiet "what?" That he let out though.

She rolled her eyes, but it wasn't like how she usually would want new campers being dense. He should know more, the orientation film; the overly theatrical, does do a decent job of explaining at least the basics of camp. But instead of it coming off as annoying, like how it would with other campers, she found it more adorable. Don't get her wrong.His lack of knowledge was still annoying to her, but more felt like everybody else was failing him. Then he was failing her expectations. "If this is the result from orientation film, we really need to get a new one." She muttered to herself. Then a little louder but still to herself she grumbles "I can't believe I thought he could be the one." He may have defeated the mandator, but without being obliviously adorable, there is no way he could beat, he would survive a quest. 

"What's your problem?" Annabeth turned at the boy's(Percy's) slight exclamation. He sounded a little hysterical. "All I know is, I kill some bull guy-"

"Don’t talk like that!" She sounds angry even to herself, he was alone just outside of camps border and no one knowest. He could have been killed without anyone knowing, right outside camp. And that made something in her break. Annabeth brushed it off as jealousy, even though it's nothing like it. "You know how many kids at this camp wish they'd had the chance to even be there?"

"A chance to get killed?"

And there is that pain again. "A chance to fight the Minotaur!" 'The chance to save you!' she wants to say. "What do you think we train for?"

He shook his head, temporarily distracting Annabeth with how his hair moved with the action. "Look, if the thing I fought really was the Minotaur, the same one for Krḗtē..."

"Yes."

" Then last time I checked there was only one."

"Yes." 'Oh gods, He's hotter when he's being smart. He must be a child of .' She mused. 

"Then he would have died at the hands of Theseus, over 6 millennia ago, in the labyrinth. So..."

How can he be so smart at reasoning, and still not understand basic information that the orientation film should have told him? She sighed, his is the most annoying trait every monster has. "Monster's don't die, ψυχή μου. They can be killed. But they didn't die." Annabeth froze but made sure to keep her face neutral, as she realized then deerman she used. She tried to keep the bush from her face.

The beautiful Sea nymph of a boy stared at her for a bit, like he was stunned but tried to figure out which part of her statement to address with his limited energy. Annabeth could only pray that he didn't want to address her slip up. Apparently the body's probably godly parents took pity on her.

"Thanks. That clears it all up." How can he make sarcasm sound so attractive?

"Monsters don't have souls, like you and me. We can dispel them for a while, maybe even a whole lifetime if we're lucky. But they are primal forces. Eventually, they reform." 

The ναϊάς like boy though a bit, then with consern in his voice says "So if I killed one, by accident, it would."

"Reform, all that killing a monster really does is temporarily get them off your back, and make them very very mad."

"And if it was a Fury?"

Annabeth flinched at that. Had he fought and won against a kindly one? She glanced around nervously. What if they somehow manage to get in? "First off all you shouldn't call them by name, even here. We call them Kindly Ones, if we have to speak of them at all. Secondly, yeah, it's the same deal with them, they just tend to get even angrier. They're also more likely to reform faster, due to being the personal torturers of Hades."

Percy looked about dune and overwhelmed with everything. "Look, is there anything we can say without it thundering?" He whined, it should have been anything, but it was just adorable. That doesn't stop that kinda comments being dangerous. "Why do I have to in cabin eleven, anyway? Why is everybody so crowded together? There are plenty of empty bunks right over there." He pointed to the Hara, Zeus, and Poseidon cabins, making Annabeth's eyes go wide, her face go pale, and for her to shudder in fear.

"You don't just choose a cabin, αγ- Percy. It depends on who your parents are. Or... you parent." Please get it. She pleaded in her head as she stared at the boy.

"My mom is Sally Jackson." Why is this boy so adorable? She just wants to shake him. "She works at the candy store in Grand Central Station. At least, she used to."

"I'm sorry about your mom, Percy." And she really was. "But that's not what I mean. I'm talking about your other parents."

"My dad is dead." He is so defensive. Which is honestly normal for new campers. "I never knew him."

She had to take a breath, what she was about to reveal has always been a tossup on how the newest campers respond. "Percy, your other parent is not dead."

"How can you say that? Do you know him? Why aren't you using masculine pronouns?"

"No, of course not."

"Then how can you say-"

"Because I know you. You wouldn't be here if you weren't one of us."

"You don't know anything about me."

"No?" I feel like I've known you my whole life. "I bet you moved around from school to school. I bet you were kicked out of a lot of them. Do to being 'too weird' or 'too much to handle' or even just because weird stuff happens around you, you can't explain."

"How-"

" Diagnosed with dyslexia and ADHD? Taken together it's a sure sign." You're also way too pretty to be human. 

"What do you mean?" He's looking at me in awe and fear. Annabeth likes the awe but not the fear.

" The reason we have such a hard time reading is because our brains are hardwired for ancient Greek, it's nowhere near the same language as English. That's why it's so hard to read. And ADHD? That's your battle reflexes, they will save your life in real fight.Probably already has. The Attention problem? That's because you see too much, not too little. Our senses are just better than normal mortals. Of course, teachers want you medicated, most of them are monsters. They don't want you to see them for what they really are."

"... you want to do the same thing don't you?" It wasn't truly a question, but she nodded anyway.

" Most of the kids here do. If you weren't like us, you wouldn't have survived the minotaur, much less the nectar."

"Ambrosia and nectar?"

" The food and drink we were giving you to make you better. That stuff would've killed a normal kid. It would turn your blood to fire and bones to sand. Cure half-blood."

I could see my words processing in his head.

Then I heard the sound that every time the Ares cabin finds out about a new camper. "Well! A newbie!”

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Then Annabeth heard it, the sound that occurred every time the Ares cabin finds out about a new camper. "Well! A newbie!"

And Annabeth could only think 1 thing, 'Oh, she better not.' "Clarisse," she gritted out but did her best to sound calm, making it sound more like an angry sigh. "Why don't you go polish your spear or something?" It sounded casual. But the Ares girls could obviously hear the warning in it.

"Sure, Miss Λοχαγός," Clarisse using the Greek version of her nickname is a show of acknowledgment of the warning, and the respect that even their cabin had for her. Annabeth couldn't help but puff out her chest at the look that passed over Percy's face, a mixture of confusion and something close to being impressed. "So I can run your little princess through with it Friday night."

How dare she.

How dare she disregard her warning!

How dare she even insinuate hurting his wife, his queen, charge?! 

She is 'The Captain', 'The General', ' The King '. How dare she? "Erre es korakas" she all but spat at the 3 Ares girls. Which surprised all but Percy at the out of character's outburst of anger. She's not usually this reactionary, but she continues on. "You don't stand a chance." Percy must be a very strong child of Aphrodite for her General to be so instinctively protective. Charming magic doesn't usually tend to work on her. 

"We'll pulverize you," Clarisse said, in an attempt to bring back the status quo, but her eye twitched. Obviously she knew who the better warrior was. Annabeth is a warrior of the mind after all. "Who is this newbie anyway?"

"Percy Jackson," Annabeth's introduction was in of itself a warning to Clarisse. It sounds bitter it could almost be taken that she was upset at the situation, not specifically at the child from the Ares cabin that dared to not only interrupt her time with the beautiful boy, but also threatened him to her face. "Meet Clarisse, Daughter of Ares."

They blinked, processing her words. "The patron god of Sparta? The war god?"

Annabeth couldn't help herself. "Actually my mother was the patron god of Sparta." This comment caused the pretty boy to give her an impressed but slightly confused look. That was understandable, most people think Athens is Athens only city.

Clarisse didn't seem to have heard the other girls comment, as he puffed out her chest at the mention of her dad's city. Smirking as she spoke gloatingly. "You got a problem with that?"

Percy stands up straight, reminding Annabeth of Spartan Royalty. "No," And both Annabeth and the 3 Cabin 5 campers believe that would be the end of it. But apparently when threatened the campus newest member fighters back. Which Annabeth would usually appreciate. "It explains the bad smell." 

Usually this would be funny, usually Annabeth would laugh at that comment internally. But instead it just gives her anxiety. She tries to move in front of him but he wouldn't let her. Clarisse growled at him, her focus tunneling only on the nymph-like boy. "We got an initiation ceremony for newbie, Prissy."

"Percy." He erected.

"Whatever. Come on, I'll show you."

"Clarisse-" Annabeth tried to wear it again.

"Stay out of it, πολυτρόπος." 

Annabeth posed, visibly pained. She wants to help, she doesn't know how to stay out of it. But her logical mind remains that this is normal. And if she interferes now then she would have to in the future too. Some of the new campers need this to get their ego's under control. But Percy doesn't. He shot me a look that clearly said that he didn't want her help. But even with the clear message, she couldn't bring herself to leave him completely alone with the Ares kids. He hands her the shoebox that he has been clutching to his chest since Percy first met Annabeth while he is fully conscious. 

He put up his fists in a sloppy fighting stance, getting ready for the fight. But an untrained half-blood, who probably has only gotten in fights with schoolyard bullies, against a trained child of Ares? He had no chance. Seeing Clarisse dragging Percy to the cinder block building Bathrooms by the neck filled her with rage. But she had to respect the pretty boy's decisions. So instead of fighting for him she just follows behind them just in case the 3 Ares campers took it too far. 

He put up an ok fight, kicking and punching, even landing a couple of hits. But Clarisse is strong, from the attributes she got from her father, and from being traded for almost a full year now. Annabeth couldn't stand to watch as they brought Percy closer to the toilets, but she couldn't level either. She leans against the doorframe to the bathroom. 

The Ares campers laughed as Clarisse started to taunt the poor boy with her siblings. "Like he's 'Big Three' material," obviously he's not. I can't afford to lose her again. The comment makes Annabeth look at the scene unfolding. Clarisse has her big rough hand in Percy's beautiful perfect hair nearly ripping it out, holding his perfect nymph-like face over a toilet bowl. As he fights with all his might. "Yeah, right. Minotaur probably fell over laughing, he was so stupid looking."

They're laughter was downed out in Annabeth's mind by her rage. If hurting him wasn't enough, they also have the audacity to belittle his accomplishments. She meets his eyes and she can't take it any more, just as he gets shaved closer into the nasty smelling water she takes a step forward to stop this. And then only a few steps closer the pipes start to shudder. Making everyone stop from what they are doing but not even a second later water shots out of the toilet, making an arc over Percy's head, and straight into Clarisse's face.

Screaming filled the room.

And

Annabeth.

Freezes.

She can't move.

The screams are back.

As the water from every sink, toilet, and shower attacks the 3 girls. Focusing on Clarisse, trying to push her out of the bathroom on her butt. Struggling, gasping, she manages to stumble her way to one of the showers, her siblings trying to help. Only for the water pressure to increase blast all 3 out of the bathroom. Like a bit of garbage being washed away in a storm. 

As soon as they are out of the bathroom all the water turns off. Leaving the entire bedroom (including Annabeth) covered in water. Annabeth stood there, in the same place she stopped mind step. Staring in fear and shook at a random spot in front of her. Slowly coming back to herself. She knows that there is one spot that is completely dry... and it is where Percy is standing. He is standing on shaking legs, and that finally got her out of her head. She moved closer to the boy quickly with a stony face, looking him over for any injuries. He looks fine, if a little shake up. "How did you..." that is not what she wanted to say. But it's fine.

"I don't know."

It's been a while since she watched the orientation film. But she is pretty sure he should at least have a hint on what he should be looking for when he finds a new power. 'Dude he does not trust her enough to tell her?' The thought... makes her feel sad. And she doesn't know why.

She starts to stretch her arm out to help steady him but stops herself. They walk out together. Outside, Clarisse and her siblings are sprawled out in the mud, and a bunch of other campers have gathered around, gawking. Annabeth could spot Zelda among them. The 3 Ares camper's hair flattened in different ways, one's looked almost slicked back, another's was all to the left side of her head, Clarisse's hair was flattened across her face. Their camouflage jackets were sopping and they(as well as Annabeth) smelled of sewage. Clarisse gave Percy a look of absolute hatred. Causing Annabeth to move in front of him, but the other girl just looked past her. "You are dead, new boy. You are totally dead."

He should have let it go. He should have stayed quiet. But apparently she'll have to get used to his sass, and the consequences of this specific defense mechanism. Because he said, "You want toilet water again, Clarisse? Close your mouth." All she can hope is he's not like this with actual gods.

Apparently Clarisse's siblings realized that the new camper is Annabeth's. 'Mine? Why do I think of him as mine? He is not anybody's.' Because her siblings held her back. They dragged her toward their ugly cabin, while the other campers made way to avoid her flailing feet.

Annabeth stared at Percy, trying to figure out her own thoughts. "What?" He demanded. "What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking," she started, "That I want you on my team to capture the flag." 'And keep you safe during the game.' Went unsaid.

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(Acording to google)

Periboea was a Naiad, a type of nymph associated with freshwater in Greek mythology. She was specifically known as the wife of Icarius and the mother of Penelope. Penelope is most famously known as the wife of Odysseus, the protagonist of Homer's Odyssey. 

In Greek mythology, beings that are half-human, half-nymph are often demigods or creatures with unique characteristics. These beings are often depicted as beautiful, sometimes with the ability to seduce or even blind with their beauty. They can also be protectors of nature, particularly associated with specific natural elements like water or trees. 

Naiads (Freshwater Nymphs):

These nymphs are associated with springs, rivers, and streams. They are often depicted as beautiful young women, sometimes holding a water-jug or foliage. 

Characteristics associated with being half-nymph:

Cleverness and resourcefulness:

Her ability to deceive the suitors with her weaving trick, while also maintaining her composure and patience, suggests a cunning and resourceful nature, potentially influenced by her nymph parentage. 

Intuition and insight:

Her ability to discern the true motives of others, especially Odysseus, and her ability to remain cautious even after his return, may be linked to her nymph heritage, granting her a heightened perception of others. 

Emotional resilience:

Her ability to navigate the chaos and disruption caused by the suitors while maintaining her composure and unwavering loyalty to Odysseus may be a result of her semi-divine nature, granting her a greater capacity for endurance and resilience. 

Connection to nature:

The image of Penelope weaving, a skill often associated with weaving and the arts, and her ability to manipulate the threads of her own destiny, may also be linked to her connection to the natural world, a common theme in nymph lore. 

Protection and preservation:

As a semi-divine being, she may possess a natural inclination to protect her family and home, a trait that is evident in her efforts to safeguard her kingdom and family from the destructive suitors. 

While not explicitly described as a half-nymph in all accounts, some versions of the myth suggest a connection. In "The Penelopiad", Penelope is depicted as the daughter of King Icarius and a Naiad, a type of nymph associated with water sources. This connection, though not central to all interpretations of Penelope, adds a layer of complexity to her character, suggesting a blend of human and supernatural qualities. 

In some stories, Penelope, Odysseus's wife from The Odyssey, is portrayed as a half-nymph, inheriting traits from her nymph mother. This means she might have displayed characteristics like beauty, grace, and a connection to nature, along with her human-derived qualities of intelligence and cunning. 

Periboea was a Naiad nymph in Greek mythology, the wife of Icarius and mother of Penelope. She was a freshwater nymph, associated with springs, rivers, and fountains. In one version, she was also the mother of five sons, including Thoas, Damasippus, and Imeusimus. Periboea's name translates to "Surrounding Cattle". 

If you have eny ideas that you would like to see in this fic i'm proving mentions of half-nymph Penelope i would love to hear them.

Maby Penelope use to be able to be minorly healed by freshwater? 

Or she used to feel a little bit safer around fresh water?

May Penelope could find springs, rivers, and fountains vary esely? Even in new and unknown places? Like how hazel can find caves.

Maby camp half-blood usually dusent exept half-nymphs? Mabe they do but they don't get a cabin? 

(Acording to google)

In the Iliad, Odysseus is described as shorter than Agamemnon, but broader in the chest and shoulders. He is also described as a cunning and resourceful leader. While Odysseus may have been shorter than some other chieftains, he is not considered to have been particularly short compared to the average height of men in ancient Greece. 

The average height of men in ancient Greece was around 5 feet 6 inches (168 cm), while women averaged around 5 feet (152 cm), according to a study on the skeletal remains. These estimates are based on skeletal evidence, archaeological findings, and literary and artistic depictions, according to a Quora thread. 

The mean height for ancient Greek males was approximately 168 cm (5 feet 6 inches), with some studies indicating values as high as 170.5 cm (5 feet 7.1 inches) for the classical period and 171.9 cm (5 feet 7.7 inches) for the Hellenistic period, according to a post on Quora. 

While the texts don't explicitly describe Penelope's height, Odysseus considered her steady and steadfast, and he described her as a "true-made bow". Odysseus himself was described as shorter than other chieftains, but looked tall to his wife's suitors in Ithaca. The texts focus more on Penelope's character and her resilience, rather than her physical appearance or height. 

Should I make Annabeth taller, or shorter, or her same cannon hight?

(Acording to google)

Yes, Odysseus is considered a descendant of the Greek god Hermes, although he is not directly referred to as a demigod. His maternal grandfather, Autolycus, is the son of Hermes, making Odysseus his great-grandson. 

Maternal Lineage:

Odysseus's mother, Anticlea, is the daughter of Autolycus, who is explicitly stated to be the son of Hermes.

Indirect Divinity:

While Odysseus himself is human, having mortal parents Laertes and Anticlea, his connection to Hermes through his maternal line makes him a descendant of a god.

Autolycus's Role:

Autolycus, the son of Hermes, was known for his skill in thievery, a trait attributed to Hermes. Odysseus, like Autolycus, is known for his cunning and cleverness, potentially inheriting these qualities from his divine ancestor.

Should I make Annabeth share some characteristics with the hermes cabin? 

Maby her hair is more of a sandy blonde then her in books hunnyed color?

Maby evry once and a while she grins mischievously?

Or in the right lighting her featur, like her eyes, nose, and chin look sharper?

Would you like me to they to make my chapters longer?

 (Acording to google)

While not officially the sole patron god of any single city, Ares was particularly honored and revered in Sparta. He was also associated with Thrace and Athens. However, it's important to note that he wasn't as widely worshipped as other Greek gods, and his role in specific cities was often alongside other deities. 

The primary patron deity of Sparta was Athena. While Spartans were known for their military prowess, Athena was not the god of war (Ares) that might be expected. Spartans also revered Apollo and Artemis Orthia, along with other gods, but Athena held a special place as their patron. 

 In Homer's Odyssey, Penelope, Queen of Ithaca, was most closely associated with Athena (Minerva in Roman mythology). Athena is often depicted assisting and protecting Penelope throughout the story, including during Telemachus's journey and Odysseus's eventual return. While Hera is also concerned with Penelope's well-being as a queen and wife, Athena's involvement is more direct and focused on Odysseus's return. 

 Do to this new found information i will fix sumthing from the past chapter.

( According to google)

No, Spartan women were not trained to be warriors and did not fight in the army. While they were expected to be physically fit and received training in athletics, their primary role was to bear strong and healthy children, specifically male children, who would become Spartan citizens. This was seen as crucial for maintaining the strength of the Spartan warrior class. 

Focus on physical fitness:

Spartan women were known for their physical strength and athleticism. They participated in sports and exercises to ensure they were fit and healthy, which was believed to lead to stronger offspring.

Not trained for combat:

While they were physically fit, Spartan women were not trained in the same way as their male counterparts, who were rigorously trained in the Agoge, a state-sponsored education and military training program. There is no record of Spartan women participating in military combat or being trained to wield weapons.

More freedom than other Greek women:

Spartan women enjoyed a higher degree of freedom and autonomy than women in other Greek city-states. They had more say in family matters and were given greater opportunities for education and social interaction.

No, Spartan royal women did not typically receive military training or fight in battle. While they were known for their physical fitness and were expected to be healthy and strong, their primary roles in Spartan society focused on managing households, educating children, and producing strong offspring, not on combat. 

The Spartan exercise regimen for girls was designed to make them "every bit as fit as their brothers", though unlike their brothers they did not actually train for combat.

While Spartan women were not trained for combat like their male counterparts, they did receive physical training to prepare them for motherhood and the responsibilities they would have in managing the Spartan state. This training included activities like running, wrestling, javelin throwing, and discus throwing, designed to make them physically fit and strong. 

Physical Training:

Spartan girls, like boys, were given a rigorous physical fitness regimen. While not trained in arms or warfare, they were encouraged to engage in sports and activities that built strength and endurance. 

Purpose of Training:

The goal of this training was to make them strong enough to bear healthy children and to manage the affairs of the household. Spartan society valued strong and healthy offspring, and women were seen as crucial to this goal. 

Training Methods:

Spartan girls participated in activities like running, wrestling, javelin throwing, discus throwing, and perhaps even boxing and pankration (an early form of wrestling). They also learned to ride horses. 

Education:

Spartan women also received a form of education, though not the same as the boys. They were taught skills like reading, writing, and "music" (which included singing, dancing, and playing instruments).

Do you think that Percy should be just a little better at some of the camp activities?

I think, especially if percy remembers his past as penelope, he would have even more interest and the more combat oriented camp activities.

(According to google: so please, if this is wrong, correct me, because I want this part to be specifically correct. You know, unless I decide to change their heights.)

When Percy and Annabeth were 12, Annabeth was taller than Percy. While their specific heights aren't given in the books, Annabeth is described as tall and towering over Percy. According to the Demigod Files, she is 5'10". 

When Percy and Annabeth were 13, Annabeth was taller than Percy. In the beginning of the series, Annabeth is described as being several inches taller than Percy. Specifically, the UK version of The Demigod Files indicates Annabeth is 5'11" at age 13. 

When Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase were both 14 years old, Annabeth was described as being taller than Percy. While their exact heights aren't explicitly stated in the books, multiple sources describe Annabeth as being noticeably taller than Percy at that age. 

When Percy and Annabeth were 16, Annabeth was taller. While it's mentioned that Annabeth is described as having an athletic build and is taller than Percy when they first meet, she eventually becomes shorter than him. However, by the time they are 16, Annabeth is still taller than Percy. 

When Percy and Annabeth were 17, Percy was taller. The books describe Percy as slightly taller than Annabeth, with some suggesting he may be a few inches taller. While there isn't a precise height given, Annabeth is often described as being tall herself, around 5'10" or 5'11", while Percy is typically imagined to be around 6'0" or 6'1". 

When Percy and Annabeth were 18, fan speculation suggests that Percy was taller. While their exact heights aren't officially stated, the books indicate Percy is a few inches taller than Annabeth, who is already described as tall. Fan theories and fan fiction suggest that Percy's growth during his teenage years likely made him a few inches taller than Annabeth, who may have stopped growing earlier. 

When Percy and Annabeth were 19, according to fan estimates on Reddit, Percy was likely taller. While Annabeth's height is never explicitly stated in the books, one Reddit thread suggests she's around 5'11" at 13, with fans estimating her adult height to be around 5'10". Percy is described as being a few inches taller than her, with estimates ranging from 6'0" to 6'3". 

Here's a more detailed breakdown: 

Annabeth: Estimated to be around 5'10".

Percy: Estimated to be a few inches taller than Annabeth, potentially around 6'0" to 6'3".

Percy jackson how did you go from a short king too a giant?(mostly a joke)

Chapter Text

Percy had honestly never tried archery before, there weren't really any opportunities for him to try it. He was a city kid after all. That doesn't mean he didn't love watching YouTube videos of people doing cool archery tricks though. Watching those videos always seemed to calm him down... especially if Gabe was being particularly difficult, or upset.

So he was fairly excited when he got to actually go to the archery range for the first time.

"All right campers." Chiron started the installation "Grab your bows and arrows, I'll be around to help if need be. And as always please wait to retrieve your arrows until after everyone is done shooting." He gave a pointed look to Indra Gessner (one of my new cabin mates, a little older than him with the upper part of their arm wrapped with gauze.) They shuffle embarrassedly. All the other kids from the Demeter and Hermes cabins find their equipment fairly quickly. As he just stands there not knowing what to do like an idiot.

I looked at the bows that were provided for those (like me) who don't have their own. But none of them looked right. Don't get Percy wrong, they all looked like bows. Just not one that he really was drawn to. I looked back at the archery range, seeing Chiron obviously waiting for him, so he could begin the lesson. So, to not keep them waiting any longer he grabbed one of the rong bows and some arrows, then walked over to the centaur. 

"Alright, now that everyone is here, let's begin. Remember, feet facing perpendicular to the target, feet under your shoulders, standing straight a good posture is important for accuracy, and don't over extend your arms." Chiron rattled often. Older campers had long since started aiming and letting their arrows fly. As I tried to follow his instructions. When I accidentally let an arrow fly when I wasn't ready, almost hitting a fellow camper. "Please remember to try to aim downrange Percy." The centaur said not unkindly, but caused snickers among the other campers.

I flushed with embarrassment as I tried again, hitting a tree behind the targets causing a nymph to appear from it angrily. "Sorry!" I called out. The dryad glared at me as she angrily yanked the arrow from her tree, before returning.

My luck did not get better, I seem to be hitting everything except the target. Even managing to get a stray arrow or two tangled in Chiron's tail. It took less than 20 minutes for the bow to be taken away from me and be forced to sit next to the injured camper, in a shaded sitting area. It looked like a mixture between a bus stop, a pavilion you'd find at a park, and ancient Greece Tholos. It had a roof, a bench to sit on, and one single wall. On the wall there was a bow hanging, it looked way more curved than any of the other bows Percy’s seen so far. Almost making a shape like one of those really big bubbly cartoon hearts, or a part of horns. 

Indra cut me, staring at them, and smirked. "You interested in the Palintonos?"

"The what?" I asked as my brain was already processing the meaning of the Greek word's meaning; bent or stretched backwards.

"A palintonos bow is a bow that is initially bent backwards. Making it almost impossible to string, but also a super powerful bow. Campers have been traning to string that beauty for probably the moment it was taken here." They explained wilfully.

"Odysseus had one." I stated, I don't even know where that information came from. And then after a moment I asked. "Did they Athena kids try?" It was a dumb question, why would they try? The image of a certain curly haired blonde, Athena camp, and an older man with massy brown hair, with eyes of red/blue, overlapping each other as they easily string the bow in front of me in my mind's eyes. 

"Most of them have, they like the challenge, but the Captain hasn't." Indian says, jolted me out of the weird moment.

I frowned, "the Captain?" 

"Annabeth, the counselor for cabin 6. She may be young but she's intimidating, and a master at capturing the flag."

I wondered why she didn't try if all her siblings did. Maybe she was waiting for something someone? I shook my head to clear my thoughts. "And nobody's been able to string the bow?"

"Not to my knowledge." Indian chuckles, "You wanna try?" The Indian was obviously making a joke. Everyone saw how terrible of a shot I am. But I couldn't help but nod. "Wha- what what?" I moved to get the bow down from where it was hanging, and Indra started to move to seemingly stop me. Then rethinking the action into they yell out. "HAY, EVERYONE! THE PALINTONOS GOT A NEW CHSLINGER!" And with that I had an audience fir my stupidly. It's not like I'd actually be able to string the thing.

So why not give them a show, so I joke as I started to try to string it. "Whoever can string, my husband's old bow." I maneuver the bow into a different position. "And shoot through 12 axis cleanly, will be the new king." I don't know what my hands are even doing but I cunning, using all my strength and body weight to help in my attempt. "Sit down at the throne, and rule with me as their queen." Some snickers came from the audience. Then gasps as I go the bow strung. As if I a trance I walk through the crowd, towards the archery range, picking up an arrow on my way. I stand in front of a target that I was trying to shoot at earlier. I notch the arrow, "let the arrow fly." I get in position, and pull the sting back. 

The campers that were there for my earlier attempts took cover. "My boy I don't think-" Chiron tried to say.

"Once you know your aim is true." I let the arrow fly and it hit the bullseye. Still under the weird spell as I turned around to search the crowd. "Cause I'd rather die, then grow old without the best of you." It sounded more firm and demanding than it had any right to be. Then I see Annabeth in the crowd and something in me changes in me. I don't know what but it does. And I begin the process of unstringing the bow. Much to the disappointment of some of the crowd. And quieter I continue with a small smile, that I have no idea where it came from. "And though I never thought it would end like this, just know I'll be here..." after I'm done I walk back with the unstrung bow, to put it back. I continue as I walk and put it back. "Waaaiting, Waaaaaiiting, waaaaaaiiiiting, Waaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiitiiiiiiiiing, ooooooooooooooh~" and as I put the bow back where it belongs, I am released from my trance like state. I flushed read with embarrassment and ran away. Why the fuck did i start singing at the end?!

I did not see Annabeth staring at me, or how she took the crowd's distraction to my retreating back, and the subscribing outcry afterwards, too steel the bow.

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Athena was listening to her father's ranting about how he just ‘knows’ Poseidon is behind the missing bolt. And she is getting tired of it. As much as she hates Poseidon, as much as she once saw him as a grandfather. She still fears her father more. He loves to tell her how she is his favorite… He closed the accident that killed her first friend. Getting her exiled from the sea, her foster father, to hate her. He almost killed her for trying to free her mortal best friend… the one who is now her daughter. So she stands there mindlessly agreeing to whatever he says. 

She once promised to make a better world for the friend she failed… has she? Has she even started? If Annabeth remembered one day, would they be proud of her? Would they hate her? Did her fear of her king stop her from doing what she promised? She did do her best to learn more about mortal emotions. Was it not enough?

She often found herself thinking like this. Thinking of her regrets, the ‘what ifs’, the things she could or should have done better. She started warning the mortals of her intentions of giving them a demigod(after Frederick). She started actually listening to mortals (after Odysseus). She gave her children all she was allowed to give. Is it still not enough? What more can she do?

Then she felt something….

A, tug…

On a long forgotten blessing.

She tried to ignore it. Even once and a while some would try to string her old friend's bow. It was a game most demigods played at one point or another. But this felt different… gentler? Maby. 

That made little sense, Odysseus' line died out a while ago. It saddened her greatly, when it did. But she could tell this wasn't Annabeth… this isn't the touch of Odysseus, tugging at the blessings on the bow given to him in his youth by Iphitus, in an exchange of gifts, and blessed by Athena herself for a wedding gift. So who could-....

“Father.” She cut her king off. “I'm sorry but something urgent has happened pertaining to 1 of my domains, and I must take my leave.”

“Fine.” The king of the gods huffs.

She quickly goes to her temple, and walks to her owls. “May I take one of your forms, I fear my normal one would be too noticeable.” A Barred Owl named Irina screened in agreement. So Athena quickly took her form and made her what to camp half-blood, much faster than any normal owl could.

Even then she only caught what seemed to be the end of the spectacle. A boy… with hair and skin only a little darker than Penelope's, and only seconds before released the arrow, hitting the bullseye. And sing the song she said to the suitors. Athena scans the crowd… and sees her daughter, her favorite child… looking at this boy, the same way Odysseus looked at Penelope. How he looked at his wife when all the other suitors in Sparta were after Helen, his case never left Penelope.

They are both here… and Athena will do right by both of them this time.

Chiron was getsuspisus… thare newest camper was not normal. Sure, he had long since started to suspect that the boy was a child of the sea god, and he thought he was on the right path. See , after Orion, all children were cursed to never have an easy time with archery… but then… the bow…

The one that he was told was enchanted, so only the original owner and their family could even start to wield. And it was the only bow the yung Percy could use. Only made more unsettling by its disappearance after the incident. No one knows where it went. So they can't even try to see if it was a one time thing. Which is especially devastating considering that a demigod long ago, before the camp ever moved, had entrusted the bow to them. They said that it was a family heirloom. But with the farther they are from the original owners. The harder the bow was to use… well that's what they implied.

Maybe Percy was a direct descendant, Of that original owner? The demigod never said who they were. What Chiron asked, all he got was a frightened glance at the sea, and a vague “I'd rather not say, they angered the sea immensely in their time.” Honestly, Chiron really wished that narrowed it down at all. The lord of the sea was very temperamental in his time.

At the very least the children had fun trying to string and shoot the bow in the subsequent centuries. Some got close to stringing it… but none ever ended up being able to. 

If he let the gods know would percy's parents claim him? Would it make their current situation worse? If his suspicions were right would lady Artemis and lord apollo take offense? He couldn't take that chance. Percy needed all the gods he could get on his side. And he already acts like a Spartan noble woman who has been holding back her rather for far long. 

It has always struck him as strange how that was the best description he could think of for the boy. The first time she was Annabeth he thought she would grow up to fit the description. But alas, she had grown to have earned her title of ‘The General’ well.