As we came around the opposite end of the house, I caught my breath.
We must've been on the north shore of Long Island, because on this side of the house, the valley marched all the way up to the water, which glittered about a mile in the distance. Between here and there, I simply couldn't process everything I was seeing. The landscape was dotted with buildings that looked like ancient Greek architecture-an open-air pavilion, an amphitheater, a circular arena except that they all looked brand new, their white marble columns sparkling in the sun. In a nearby sandpit, a dozen high school-age kids and satyrs played volleyball. Canoes glided across a small lake. Kids in bright orange T-shirts like Grover's were chasing each other around a cluster of cabins nestled in the woods. Some shot targets at an archery range. Others rode horses down a wooded trail, and, unless I was hallucinating, some of their horses had wings.
Some wows were heard, that place sounded pretty.
Down at the end of the porch, two men sat across from each other at a card table. The blond haired girl who'd spoon-fed me popcorn-flavored pudding was leaning on the porch rail next to them.
The man facing me was small, but porky. He had a red nose, big watery eyes, and curly hair so black it was almost purple. He looked like those paintings of baby angels- what do you call them, hubbubs? No, cherubs. That's it. He looked like a cherub who'd turned middle-aged in a trailer park. He wore a tiger-pattern Hawaiian shirt, and he would've fit right in at one of Gabe's poker parties, except I got the feeling this guy could've out-gambled even my stepfather.
"That's Mr. D," Grover murmured to me. "He's the camp director. Be polite. The girl, that's Annabeth Chase. She's just a camper, but she's been here longer than just about anybody. And you already know Chiron... ."
"How did you know that guy chiron?" asked a gryffindor girl [some random ass side character ok? I noticed there is nothing to say rn so there is no reactions]
He pointed at the guy whose back was to us
First, I realized he was sitting in a wheelchair. Then I recognized the tweed jacket, the thinning brown hair, the scraggly beard.
"Mr. Brunner!" I cried.
The Latin teacher turned and smiled at me. His eyes had that mischievous glint they sometimes got in class when he pulled a pop quiz and made all the multiple choice answers B.
"Ah, good, Percy, Celeste," he said. "Now we have four for pinochle."
He offered me and celeste chairs to the right of Mr. D, who looked at us with bloodshot eyes and heaved a great sigh. "Oh, I suppose I must say it. Welcome to Camp Half-Blood. There. Now, don't expect me to be glad to see you two."
I think i must have imagined it but he took a double-take when he glanced at celeste
Zeus frowned he had sent Mr. D to be an example to the demigods but doesn't look like it worked.
"Uh, thanks." I scooted a little farther away from him because, if there was one thing I had learned from living with Gabe, it was how to tell when an adult has been hitting the happy juice. If Mr. D was a stranger to alcohol, I was a satyr.
"Happy juice?" Luna asked, looking dreamy.
"Alcohol" Celeste answered shortly. It's not that she didn't like Luna, it was quite the contrary. She loved Luna but right now she wasn't in the best of her moods; she was sleepy and therefore cranky.
Seems like Riki noticed he let her snuggle into him and began patting her back softly; it helped her drift off peacefully. She closed her eyes and just snuggled into Riki's chest. Percy noticed his sister being extra quiet and glanced her way seeing her he nudged Annabeth
"What?" she asked
He said nothing and just nodded towards celeste and riki's direction. Annabeth looked at them and smiled.
[Aight back to the story.]
"Annabeth?" Mr. Brunner called to the blond girl.
She came forward and Mr. Brunner introduced her to us. "This young lady nursed you two back to health. Annabeth, my dear, why don't you go check on Celeste and Percy's bunk? We'll be putting them in cabin eleven for now."
The residents of cabin eleven cheered, making Riki glare at them. He knew that sleep did not come easy for Este and once she was asleep waking her up is like poking at a demon. They saw him glaring and shushed down after looking at Celeste who looked asleep.
Annabeth said, "Sure, Chiron."
She was probably our age, maybe a couple of inches taller, and a whole lot more athletic looking.
"Anyone is more athletic looking than you perce" Celeste said between yawns, making everyone in the room surprised as they thought she was asleep.
With her deep tan and her curly blond hair, she was almost exactly what I thought a stereotypical California girl would look like, except her eyes ruined the image. They were startling gray, like storm clouds; pretty, but intimidating, too, as if she were analyzing the best way to take me down in a fight.
She glanced at the minotaur horn in my hands, then back at me. I imagined she was going to say, You killed a minotaur! or Wow, you're so awesome! or something like that.
"Wow you had some big ego i see" Annabeth commented.
Instead she said, "You drool when you sleep."
Then she sprinted off down the lawn, her blond hair flying behind her.
"So," I said, anxious to change the subject. "You, uh, work here, Mr. Brunner?"
"Not Mr. Brunner," the ex-Mr. Brunner said. "I'm afraid that was a pseudonym. You may call me Chiron."
"Okay." Totally confused, I looked at the director. "And Mr. D ... does that stand for something?"
Mr. D stopped shuffling the cards. He looked at me like I'd just belched loudly. "Young man, names are powerful things. You don't just go around using them for no reason."
"Fear of the name increases fear of the thing itself" said Hermione smugly.
"Oh. Right. Sorry."
"I must say, Percy," Chiron-Brunner broke in, "I'm glad to see you alive. It's been a long time since I've made a house call to a potential camper. I'd hate to think I've wasted my time."
"House call?"
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Goddamn i want a riki in my life man.
I'm having my class assembly tomorrow and im having anxiety rn.
Lmao
A tile fell on my friends leg- he was supposed to be in yoga like me(i'm in first row behind the one leading) looks like god didn't want him to do yoga ig
im nervous af
ik the chapter was short im sorryyyy
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Nyctophilia
Fanfiction||A person who loves night or darkness|| When during a feast in hogwart in the middle of Celeste Amaris Potter's 5th year at hogwarts there is a flash. demigods, gods, weasleys, sirius, lupin, moody, minister of magic, malfoys all are teleported int...
