To say I was excited about visiting Camp Half-Blood for the first time would the biggest understatement if the millennium. I was super-mega-hyper-ultra excited that so much excitement didn't fit in my body. I ran between the ranks of the Legion, trying to get as fast as I could, though that could had earn a few scowls and grunts and some 'Watch it, Chain!!'.
Guess I should introduce myself, right? My name is Annabelle Chain, though I prefer Annie. I'm thirteen years old and I'm the daughter of Neptune, which means I have long curly black hair (mom says it looks like 'princess curls') and sea green eyes. That explains why everyone is so disrespectful with me and stuff: Romans never like Neptune, though I'm his first child in... well, actually, I'm his first child ever!! There's no record of children of Neptune that are demigods. He did bear a lot of Cyclops and stuff, but those are always bad.
"Welcome to Camp Half-Blood, Romans!!" A voice welcomed us when we arrived to the top of the Hill, guarded by dragon. My eyes widen and zoned off the greeting and stuff and focused on the Camp behind the voice (it belonged to Chiron, the legendary half-blood master. Legend said he trained the Seven!!): it had a lake, woods, an amphitheater, a lava wall, an arena, and an archery field!! Also, a big house, painted blue and a fireplace, surrounded by many, many cabins. Each different from the other one. I lost count after the Cabin 20, but I was excited to explore. I felt a shake in my shoulder and saw Chiron next to me "Zone out?"
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean disrespect, but I've heard so much about this place and I'm super excited to be here and-" I ranted, but Chiron chuckled and stopped me with a gesture of the hand.
"You remind me of one of my students" he said, his eyes full of sadness. Then, I remembered that he probably had seen thousands of demigods train and die during his watch.
"In which way?" I couldn't help to asked. I scolded mentally because of it.
"Well, except for the fact he was a boy..." I'm a girl, so... "...your apperance, your attitude... I bet you have the same parent"
"I doubt it" I snorted, not trying to be unpolite.
"Daughter of Neptune?" I nodded "He was the son of Poseidon" OK, I take that back... "Here, let me take you to the city..."
~oOo~
Chiron is the best tour guide one could ask for. Since he was pretty much alive when the Greek built New Athens (he claimed they had a huge argument over the name, cause a lot of campers thought Athena was trying to remain), he new exactly which demigod and which family live in which house.
"I don't get it..." I said after a while, when Chiron took me to the library "How does this still is standing? We don't have a building over ten years in New Rome..."
"The architect that designed it... It was her goal to make something permanent..." I shut my mouth. It looked painful to him to talk about past demigods. We stopped at the stairs of the library "Well, my dear, I must be going... But, I think someone inside this building might be able to help you" And with that, he trotted away. I stared at the marble steps, considering if to walk in or not, but so far everything has been excited and interesting. I couldn't think anything would go wrong.
~oOo~
I take that back. The library is the most boring place ever!!! Not a soul is found inside!! It's quiet and full of books (which I found interesting, each book was written in every damn language known!! From Ancient Greek and Latin to the Modern Mandarin and Russian!!) and my ADHD and dyslexia started to kick and I began to get bored. Suddenly, a shadow passed through me. I turned around, but no one was there. I shrugged it off, but the shadow was there again. Slowly, I pulled my sword out (it was my personal sword, not one of those stupid Imperial Gold sword that can be seen from miles) and followed the shadow. I looked around, but no one was close. I did heard a murmur, though. I followed the sound until I saw what I was looking for: a harpy. But, not just any harpy. A redheaded (or should I say, redfeathered) harpy was sitting and murmuring and reading a book on top of the shelves. Without thinking (I was so regretting it later), I climbed in silent and was ready to attack her when a force stopped me. I kid you not. There wasn't a someone around.
"Are you insane?!" A male voice, probably from a thirteen year old boy, scolded me "We don't attack Ella!!"
"E-Ella?!" I repeated, dumbfounded.
"You had to be Roman" the voice scowled me. I looked around, but I saw no one. But our chat got the harpy's attention. She looked at me, curious, more like if I was something to eat.
"Peter Johnson. Son of Athena. Pallas Athena, Goddess of Wisdom. Wisdom's daughter walks alone-" the harpy, I mean, Ella, started to ramble.
"Yes, Ella. She made it" the voice, which I'm assuming belonged to so called Peter Johnson said again, cutting the harpy "Where did you get that?" he questioned me. I frowned, looking around.
"Where are you?" I demanded. I was starting to think I was insane.
"Oh! Sorry" he said. Suddenly, the air next to me shimmered and I jumped back because of the surprise. What I wasn't expecting was the sight of... how do I describe him in one word? Gorgeous? Hot? Sexy? Or that makes me sound desperate? Anyway, he was tall, tan (Californian style), muscular, not buff. His hair was messy blonde and his eyes, intimidating grey. He was wearing jeans and an orange CHB T-shirt, with a knife hanging from a hilt in his hip and a Yankees cup in his hand "Much better?" he asked. I nodded, still looking at him "Now, where did you get that sword?" he asked again. I looked down at my sword.
"A gift from my father" I replied, bittersweet. I hated that Gods (at least, the Roman side) never visit their kids and Legacies.
"I wonder..." he trailed off "C'mon!" he snapped, grabbing my wrist and pulling me out the library. I was glad he wasn't watching while dragging me, cause I was blushing like crazy.
"Where are we going?!" I asked, following him.
"To the blacksmith shop"
~oOo~
When Peter (not Pete, like I tried to called him, I ended with a knife five millimeters away from my throat) said he was taking me to the blacksmith shop, I was hoping to see this little dusty and carbonized shop, but I actually found the total opposite: two store tall, made of Celestial Bronze metal walls with chimney and forges and stuff. Any Vulcan or Hephaestus kid would be like a kid inside a candy shop. At the thought of candy shop, I started to think about my mom and her job. And, in her blue candies, specially made for me!
"Yo! Annie!" Peter snapped his fingers in my face, concern written all over it.
"Sorry, I zoned out" I explained, blushing. Gods, what's wrong with me?! Peter nodded and walked inside.
"Tyson!!" he started to yell, walking around. I followed him closer until he stopped some feet away from a man who was working at the forge. He was tall and his hair was messy brown. He was wearing an leather apron over some jeans and a T-shirt 40 sizes bigger than mine "Tyson!!" Peter called him again. The man, Tyson, turned around and I went defensive mode: he was a Cyclop.
"Peter!" he greeted him, like he was an old friend. I got terrified when Peter accepted the hug like nothing "Who's your friend?" he asked him about me. I was still gaping at him.
"Close your mouth, you're drooling!" Peter hissed me. Embarrassed, I closed my mouth, wiped it clean and waved at him.
"Hi, I'm Annie..."
"Annie?!" Tyson repeated, looking surprise. Then, he looked from Peter to me and vice versa "Does your last name starts with C?"
"How do you know that?!" I asked, but he was already searching my pockets and found... my pen "Hey! Give it back!! What are you doing?!" I questioned him, when he took it out and uncapped it. He stared at the blade like it was a treasure and I swear the Gods I saw a tear rolling down his cheek.
"Anaklusmos..."
"Riptide" I translated, easily, at the same time as Peter. I looked away, but then, a bigger question stuck in my head.
"I thought you were Roman..." Peter voiced out my doubt.
"What you said... was Greek?!" Peter nodded as reply.
"As well as this sword... And that knife..." Tyson butted in, pointing at Peter's knife "It shouldn't be possible, but yet you're here..."
"Tyson, what are you talking about?" Peter questioned him. Apparently, he didn't like not knowing stuff. Tyson shook his head.
"I can only tell you one thing..." he turned to me and gave me back my sword "If your father gave you that sword, it means you've been in the wrong side of this world..."
"What does that means?" I asked, confused. Tyson pointed at my SPQR tattoo, which had a trident and one line of service.
"Never felt like you don't belong there?" I stared at him, shocked "The sea don't like to be contain. And neither does its children..."
"You mean..." I started, looking down at my sword. It hit me like a wave "...I'm Greek?"
"Welcome home, sister"
~oOo~
When dinner time came, I was officially greeted as member of Camp Half-Blood. None of my Legion friends were excited, but all of them were happy to get rid of the 'spawn of the sea'. I was guided to the Poseidon table, where I was alone.
"Hey there, Annie" I heard Tyson's voice behind me. I nodded and went back to my empty plate "What's wrong?"
"My Roman friends ditched me" I muttered under my breath. Tyson sighed and sat down. But he wasn't alone. Ella, the harpy was with him "Hi, Ella" I greeted her.
"So, you already met my girlfriend?" I do nothing else, but to stare at Tyson "A long story... That also happened to coincide with the last owner of your sword"
"The last owner...?"
"Percy Jackson. Son of Poseidon. Leader of the Seven. Husband of Annabeth Chase. Daughter of Athena" Ella provided. I looked around, but no one seemed weird out by her outburst.
"Can I hear the story? I have time..." I asked Tyson, who smiled at me.
"It all started almost 500 years ago..."
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P.S. Considering that monsters reform from Tartarus once they are killed, we simply assumed that, if they're not killed (like Polyphemus' case), they could live a long prosper life.
P.P.S. As you noticed, we added a few mannerisms of Percy and Annabeth...
P.P.P.S. Taking in consideration the first premise, we did Tyson a bit more mature and less childish, though is what we love about him :)
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