You Only Live Once ➳ Percy Jackson

▹chapter 4

  "My life is like a broom with no dustpan. I just keep pushing shit around hoping it'll disappear." -Tumblr 

After a bathroom incident Annabeth and I showed Percy a few more places.

"I've got training to do," Annabeth said flatly. "Dinner's at seven-thirty. Just follow your cabin to the mess hall."

"Annabeth, I'm sorry about the toilets." 

"Whatever."

"It wasn't my fault." She looked at him skeptically, of course it was his fault.

"You need to talk to the Oracle," Annabeth said. 

"Who?"

"Not who. What. The Oracle. I'll ask Chiron." I told him

Then a two teenage girls or better yet naiads smiled and waved at Percy, so naturally he waved back.

"Don't encourage them," Annabeth warned. "Naiads are terrible flirts."

"Naiads," he repeated "That's it. I want to go home now."

I frowned. "Don't you get it, Percy? You are home. This is the only safe place on earth for kids like us." 

"You mean, mentally disturbed kids?"

"I mean not human. Not totally human, anyway. Half-human."

"Half-human and half-what?"

"I think you know"

"God" he said.

"Half-god." Annabeth nodded. "Your father isn't dead, Percy. He's one of the Olympians."

"That's ... crazy."

I said "Is it? What's the most common thing gods did in the old stories? They ran around falling in love with humans and having kids with them. Do you think they've changed their habits in the last few millennia?"

"But those are just...But if all the kids here are half-gods-"

"Demigods," I said. "That's the official term. Or half-bloods."

"Then who's yours guys dads?" Annabeth's hands tightened around the pier railing.

"My dad is a professor at West Point," she said. "I haven't seen him since I was very little. He teaches American history."

"And mine is dead." I informed him

"Oh, I'm sorry"

"Don't be, I don't have much to be sad about. I barely remember him." I gave him a slight smile hoping it will end this subject

"So they are human." Percy stated

"What? You assume it has to be a male god who finds a human female attractive? How sexist is that?"

"Who's your mom, then?"

"Cabin six is mine, Tessa's is cabin eight ." "Meaning?" Annabeth straightened.

"Athena. Goddess of wisdom and battle."

"Artemis. Goddess of the hunt, the Moon, animals and wilderness"

"And my dad?"

"Undetermined," Annabeth said, "like I told you before. Nobody knows."

"Except my mother. She knew."

"Maybe not, Percy. Gods don't always reveal their identities." I tried

"My dad would have. He loved her." Annabeth gave him a cautious look.