Darkened

Chapter 8: New Camp? POV: Percy

I make a quick stop at my mom's house and then head away from New York, a place I vow never to return to. I have Blackjack fly me into an empty plains area, located somewhere in the Middle of the U.S. If I want to make the future mine, I have to quickly put my plan into action. I get to work building shelter and rest up, knowing that if all goes well tomorrow, then the first step of my plan will begin.

"What is the need for another camp?" Zeus asks me. "Well sir, first of all the two current camps for demigods are located on the two coasts of the U.S. not catering to the location needs of those that live in the middle of the country. Also some think Camp Jupiter is too strict at times while Camp Half-Blood is too relaxed. They want something in the middle, and if you grant me permission, I can provide just that." "Hmm, I will deeply consider this Percy Jackson, but why aren't you satisfied with Camp Half-Blood, last time I checked you were perfectly content with staying there. I resist the urge to slap Zeus, I am 99% sure he knows why I left. "It, it was Annabeth's death lord Zeus. The place reminded me too much of her." I choke out. "This new camp would be in honor of her sir." I try my hardest to make it seem sincere and heartfelt. "Very well," Zeus sighs. "I grant you permission to make this 'new and improved' camp Perseus Jackson. I will give you the resources to make this camp shortly. "Thank you lord, you will not regret this!"

Once I return to the area where the new camp is to be built I plot out how I will carry out this plan of mine. Annabeth would be proud I think. Would she? Another voice in my head asks. Or would she be deeply disgusted knowing that her boyfriend is plotting to overthrow the Olympians and is only going to make a fake camp to gain even more trust? I tune out the voice in my head, knowing that if I become vulnerable to it I will never be able to achieve what I so desperately want; to be in full control of my fate.