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I Get Attacked by Some Pigeons

Percy's POV

The next few days were torture, just like Tantalus wanted.

First there was Tyson moving into the Poseidon cabin, giggling to himself every fifteen seconds and saying, "Percy is my brother?" like he'd just won the lottery.

I keep telling him that it's not that simple, but there was no explaining it to him. He was in heaven. And me...as much as I liked the big guy, I couldn't help feeling embarrassed. Ashamed. There, I said it.

My father, the all-powerful Poseidon, had gotten moony-eyed for some nature spirit, and Tyson had been the result. I mean, I'd read the myths about Cyclopes. I even remembered that they were often Poseidon's children. But I'd never really processed that this made them my...family. Until I had Tyson living with me in the next bunk.

And then there were the comments from the other campers. Suddenly, I wasn't Percy Jackson, the cool guy who'd retrieved Zeus's lightning bolt last summer. Now I was Percy Jackson, the poor schmuck with the ugly monster for a brother.

Percy: He's not my real brother! He's more like a half-brother on the monstrous side of the family. Like...a half-brother twice removed, or something.

Nobody bought it.

I admit—I was angry at my dad. I felt like being his son was now a joke.

Annabeth and Theo tried to make me feel better. She suggested we team up for the chariot race to take our minds off our problems, and Theo said he's find another teammate. Don't get me wrong—the three of us hated Tantalus and we were worried sick about camp—but we didn't know what to do about it. Until we could come up with some brilliant plan to save Thalia's tree, we figured we might as well go along with the races. After all, Annabeth's mom, Athena, had invented the chariot, and my dad had created horses. Together we would own that track.

One morning Annabeth and I were sitting by the canoe lake sketching chariot designs when some jokers from Aphrodite's cabin walked by and asked me if I needed to borrow some eyeliner for my eye...

Aphrodite Kid: Oh, sorry. Eyes.

As they walked away laughing, Annabeth grumbled.

Annabeth: Just ignore them, Percy. It isn't your fault you have a monster for a brother.

Percy: He's not my brother! And he's not a monster either!

Annabeth: Hey, don't get mad at me! And technically, he is a monster.

Percy: Well, you gave him permission to enter the camp.

Annabeth: Because it was the only way to save your life! I mean...I'm sorry, Percy, I didn't expect Poseidon to claim him. Cyclopes are the most deceitful, treacherous—

Percy: He is not! What have you got against Cyclopes, anyway?

Annabeth's ears turned pink. I got the feeling there was something she wasn't telling me—something bad.

Annabeth: Just forget it. Now, the axle for this chariot—

Percy: You're treating him like he's this horrible thing. He saved my life.

Annabeth threw down her pencil and stood.

Annabeth: Then maybe you should design a chariot with him.

Percy: Maybe I should.

Annabeth: Fine!

Percy: Fine!