Of Wine And War | By : KiriNoTenshi Category: M through R > Percy Jackson & the Olympians Views: 28995 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2 |
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Takes place after 'The Last Olympian'
**************************************** Honestly, after last summer, I was expecting a nice relaxing time at Camp Half-Blood. I mean, we had all helped save the world. Some of us even died trying to stop Kronos from taking Olympus. In the end we were honored as heroes, even Luke had managed to redeem himself before he died. With the war averted I looked forward to a calm summer filled with combat training. I waved good-bye to my mom and Paul before setting off over the hill. I had stayed home for an extra week to celebrate my mom becoming a published author. Last night we had my going away meal with blueberry pie for dessert. The fleece glittered in the sunlight as Peleus, the dragon, gently snored beneath it. I reached the top of the hill and looked out over the camp for the first time in nine months. I wish I could say that I was surprised to see so many new kids running around the camp, but after the oath I had the gods make last summer; I was a little surprised that there weren’t more. Apollo’s cabin was going to need additions though. I had no idea that that guy was so popular with women. Although I guess it makes sense since he is the god of poetry and music. What woman could resist being serenaded by the sun god? I looked over at the cabins to see the progress that had been made over the school year. The U that was made up of the twelve cabins of the major gods was now surrounded by the cabins of the minor gods. I hadn’t realized that there were that many minor gods in Greek mythos, and to count them all would have taken way too long, especially with my ADHD. I looked closer at the cabins of the major gods and realized that across from the cabin of Zeus, past the hearth in the center, was a new large black cabin facing the rest. I looked closer and saw that in the freezes around the roof were skulls and figures of souls being corralled by hooded skeletons across what looked like a river. A shiver went up my spine. This was Hades's cabin. I looked over at Athena’s cabin. Things with Annabeth had gone well for a little while, but in the end we called it off. She was still upset over Luke, even after his death he is still a touchy subject. I won’t deny that he died a hero, but that isn’t how he lived. How many of our friends’ deaths had he been responsible for? How many kids at camp were now without at least one sibling, if not more? Yes, he stopped Kronos in the end. And, yes, in so doing saved us all and stopped the fall of western civilization, but anytime his name came up Annabeth would become extremely defensive. On top of that, she was really jealous. I mean, I thought it was bad when Rachel had been with us, but that was before we even started dating. Then I couldn’t even be in the same room as another female (human, monster, or dryad). I really hoped we could still be friends but judging by the glares her siblings were giving me, I figured I’d be on my own this summer. The whole thing was made even more frustrating by the fact that I had given up immortality to be with her. But as I looked at all the new kids who finally knew the truth about who their parents were and would now learn to protect themselves, I realized that I had made the right choice. As I walked to Poseidon’s cabin I couldn’t help but think back to the last conversation I’d had with my father. “I suppose this means I can claim all those other sons and daughters of mine and send you some siblings next summer.” He never did say whether or not he was kidding. I guess I was going to find out, and with that thought I pushed open the door. Even though I was a week late to camp, the room was empty. No cluttered bunks, no trash littering the floor, and no other children of Poseidon. At first I was relieved, I mean, I won’t have to adjust to a new roommate, and I could still call lights out whenever I wanted. However, I couldn’t help but miss Tyson a little in that moment, but he was the general of the Cyclopes army now. I couldn’t expect him to come to camp just to clean up my room so I could pass inspection. Plus he had our father’s palace to help rebuild. I sighed; I guess I really was on my own this summer. After I had put my stuff away I decided to walk down to the big house. Who knew, maybe I could talk to Rachel. I know she’s the Delphi Oracle now, and I swear on the River Styx, I don’t think of her in a romantic way at all anymore. She’s just a friend who I haven’t seen in a while. I also wanted to hear how her first year at Clarion Lady’s Academy went. I hope she hadn’t made too many prophecies at random moments during the school day. I’m sure that would be awkward. I looked at the watch that Tyson had made me nearly three years ago. It was already 4pm and a very hot summer day. As I looked toward the ocean I thought how nice it would be if, for once, the barrier would let a rain cloud or two to pass over the camp. I shielded my eyes as I made my way up the porch steps to the big house. “Nice of you to finally join us Peter Johnson,” came a voice to my left. I looked over to see Dionysus with his leopard print Hawaiian shirt and dark curly hair. He sat in his rocking chair reading a copy of Wine Connoisseur. I had hoped that after everything we went through last summer he would remember my name and stop being so condescending. No such luck. “Hey Mr.D, is Rachel in?” “Up stairs most likely,” He shrugged. “I cannot believe that anyone would pay so much for a bottle of Merlot! Not to mention that that year was a horrible year for wine!” “What made that year so bad?” I asked. I’m 16 years old, what do I know about wine? “It was the year I was exiled it this infernal camp,” he said as he glared at me. I took that as my queue to leave. I stepped inside the house and made my way up the stairs. I came to a guest room on the second floor that literally said “Rachel” in big bold letters on the door. Underneath that in slightly smaller letters it said “Oracle of Delphi”. I knocked and heard Rachel’s voice call “come in” from the other side of the door. I pushed open the door and stepped into a room that might have been messier then my own room back home. But, unlike my room back home, it wasn’t messy because of dirty clothes and trash wrappers on the floor; Rachel’s room was covered by drawings and art supplies lying around. I saw a door on the other side of the room with a light coming from the other side. ‘Of course Apollo’s Oracle has her own bathroom’, I thought. I can’t even count the number of times I’ve been in the middle of showering when Ares’ cabin would get tired of waiting their turn and just barge in. Which is even worse considering Hermes’ cabin was usually supposed to be next. “Rachel?” I called. “I’ll be right out.” ‘Ok so I guess I’ll just wait for her,’ I thought. I decided to look at some of the pictures that were scattered around the room. My eyes fell on one in particular. It was a picture of a boy from his chest up. He was shirtless lying on, what I realized, was a bed with his arms raised over his head. No, scratch that, his hands were bound above his head with a fraying rope. I stepped closer to get a better look and realized a few more things about the picture. The boy’s eyes where tightly shut while his mouth hung open almost panting. His hair was messy and some of it was sticking to his face from what I assumed was sweat. What I thought was a rope binding his hands had tiny leaves sprouting from them. But I think the thing that shocked me most was that I recognized the boy. He was me. I don’t realize how freaked out I was by this until I heard the door knob turning, and jumped, nearly tripping over art supplies and crumpled papers. “Sorry about making you wait,” Rachel said as she turned off the light to the bath room. I hoped it wasn’t too obvious that I was uncomfortably nervous. “How are you?” she asked as she came up and hugged me. “I heard about you and Annabeth. I’m sorry that things didn’t work out.” “Thanks Rachel, but I’m ok. I mean, I'm sort of bummed about it but maybe some time apart is what we need. Who knows, maybe we can work things out and get back together,” I said trying to sound positive about a really crumby situation. “It’s just that, well, we’ve been through so much together. I’d hate for things to end this way, you know?” “Yeah, I’m sure you two can… oh not again --” Her face got really pale and she doubled over in pain. Almost instantly she stood up straight again, her eyes glowing serpent green. I was about to hear a prophecy.
“The son of the sea trapped by war,
A plot to turn hero into a whore,
Yet in the vine, salvation reap,
Bound forever, his to keep”
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