Orange Juice | 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞 𝐋𝐚 𝐑𝐮𝐞

𝟎𝟒 - 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬

    The sun didn't, instead, it brightened. Not in the, 'I'm getting hot and going to kill you' way but in the 'thanks for talking about me, love you my daughter' way.

    She let herself wave at the sun before continuing.

    "Anyways. A lot of us either have blonde or brown hair. I think the brown comes from the factor that Lady Artemis, our aunt, prefers long auburn hair. But we don't know since a lot of our siblings have brown hair, and their mortal parents have blonde or red or any other color. But all our eyes are green or blue. Blue for Dad and his eyes and Green for the oracle."

    Percy looked curious at her. She sighed.

    "Look kid, I don't think you're my sibling. But, I'm sure you'll be claimed soon." She said.

    Luke let out a quiet scoff and she glared at him. It would've been funny to see. A small 13-year-old girl glaring at the tall 19-year-old, big brother, and camp leader. But she needed him to shut the fuck up.

    "Luke isn't wrong. Most kids, well, they don't get claimed, but you're a good kid. I'm sure your parent will fuss up. Mine did, and I sucked ass when I was younger."

    Percy didn't look like she believed her but she let it go as she stopped in front of the forges. She could smell the smoke pouring out of there. She let out a whistle and Beckendorf came running out followed by Enya, who was the counselor for the Hephaestus cabin.

    Enya smiled at the three of them and threw out her hand. Her shoulder had grease on it and so did her face. Her goggles were left hanging on her neck and a sword was on her belt. Beckendorf was wearing his familiar blacksmith outfit with a toolbelt sitting on his waist. But, she spotted in the back pocket was the familiar golden friendship bracelet of Silena Beauregard.

    "This is Percy Jackson," Luke said. "I've been taking him around to see if we can find any hints about his godly parent. Atalanta joined us as we left the archery range."

    Enya hummed before waving them in.

    "Well, Percy Jackson, let's see if you got some metalworking in your veins," Enya said before leading them to the very familiar newbie corner. She remembered, 6-years-old and being dragged out to the forges and being forced to try and make a dagger. She did good, but it wasn't good enough for Hephaestus's children and she swiftly was told she was not his child.

    She let herself walk after them, eyes tracing her step. She watched as Enya walked Percy through putting on the safety clothes and how to hold the dull, deformed sword. Luke stood behind him along with Beckendorf. She stood by the rack of finished weapons, more focused on Jake and one of the Athena kids messing around in the very back.

    The next thing she knew, the sword went flying and Enya winced. Beckendorf gasped as Luke swiftly helped Percy take the extra clothes off. She walked toward them as Enya checked over the kid by where the sword had landed. She quickly walked back over to them assuring her that he wasn't hurt.

    Percy was staring like everything had gone wrong and now it was hopeless. She got that. She was the same. Mediocre or good at things but never good enough. Can talk, but not charm. Make but not create. Percy stared at her and she smiled at him, "C'mon Percy, let's visit the Arts and Crafts building before we hit the lake."

    Luke turned to stare at her and she didn't say anything before walking out of the forges with a wave to Beckendorf. She heard Percy follow her and saw, in the corner of her eye, Luke following the both of them.

    She continued to walk and she felt Percy speed up till he was the same speed as her.

    "Is Clarisse always like that?" was what he asked and she turned to him with a laugh.