9 Chapter 9
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The first person I was introduced to at the camp after Chiron was a small, and porky man, who was no man at all, he emanated such power, that it was clear he was a God, weaker than Artemis and Apollo but strong enough to kill me. He had a red nose, big purple eyes that shine every now and then, and curly black hair. He kinda looked like a big baby, to be honest, and his name was Dionysus.
"That's Mr. D or Lord Dionysus," Chiron said, introducing me to the god with a worried tone. "He's the camp director, and protector of these lands."
He is a god, prone to anger, activating the I don't want to die mode, "A pleasure to meet your Lord Dionysus, or you prefer Mr. D?" I said, bowing in respect… or is it fear? Nah, it's more like self-preservation right now.
"A demigod with manners," Dionysus snorted with mild amusement and clear annoyance, "It must be the end of days then… and I don't care kid… just don't touch my stuff and you will be okay,"
"As you wish," I nodded.
"Thank you for your time, Lord Dionysus," Chiron smiled somewhat relieved about the interaction, seconds later we continued our tour, he then turned his attention to me and said, "One of our campers will show you around I have stuff to take care of,"
"Cool," I smiled, as I tried to figure out how the hell was he able to be here… and in Percy's school at the same time… is Chiron able to exist in multiple places at the same time like the Gods?
"Annabeth come here," Chiron happily called a twelve-year-old girl, the one who Percy would fall in love with. She came forward and Chiron introduced us. "Adam, this is Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena, Annabeth, my dear, why don't you show Adam around, and if you have the time go and check on Adam's bunk? We'll be putting him in cabin seven for now."
"Cabin seven?... for now?" Annabeth inquired clearly confused.
*Worried* "Lady Artemis is fixing that for now, he a son of Leto," Chiron clarified, and about his head some Greek letter floated saying worried... was up with that? "Which means the close thing to cabins he has right now are cabin seven and eight, but cabin eight has a strict rule of no… males inside,"
*Intrigued* "I see," Annabeth nodded, and once again the emotional spectrum floated above them.
From what I could tell, she was older than me not by much, being a couple of inches taller, looked like she went to the gym every day, like for real no twelve-year-old should have a six-pack, is disturbing. Her skin had a deep tan and her curly blond hair resembled Apollo, if I didn't know about this universe, I would've guessed she was a daughter of Apollo.
"Sup," I waved at her, and suddenly realized I was but an eleven-year-old kid, never thought about that before, with being on the sewers and stuff, but the truth was I was just a kid, with power… cool ones at that, but a kid, it wasn't necessarily bad, but I just never thought of that before.
"Follow me," Annabeth ordered in a cold tone, as she guided me to cabin seven.
As I walked, I felt like one of those people that moved to small towns, you know those places where everyone knows everyone, and that when someone new moves in the gossip spread like cancer on a Chernobyl tourist trip, well I felt like that… every single demigod was staring at me, some with curiosity, others with excitement… and some with anger? The heck did I do to get enemies so fast? Must be because I look dashing… haha, but in all seriousness, I have no idea how people can already have negative feelings about me, I literally have ten minutes here.
"I have a question that has been bothering me since I saw you," Annabeth said, stopping in her tracks, "Why are you covered in glitter?"
I snorted, "Oh well, this is the beginning of a war, you see… I might have glitter bomb, my brother, aka Apollo, and my sister, aka Artemis, and what you see is the result of their godly revenge," Magical glitter, of the cursed kind, meaning no magic or water, would remove until the time passed, a month, I am pretty sure people here will be calling me glitter boy by the end of the week.
"Pranking the gods is like playing with fire… you are bound to be burned," Annabeth warned, but I could see on her eyes she longed for that with her mother.
"I'll have that in mind, thanks," While I plan my revenge!
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I stood in front of the cabin, looking at the sign with curiosity… a lyre, and here I thought his symbol of power was a bow… but how exactly do you use a Lyre in combat, do you bore your enemies to death with it? Or is it more along the lines of serenading them to the point they are no longer your enemies, but your lovers… you know what option B sounds like something the horndogs of Olympius would do.
"Well?" Annabeth prompted. "Go on."
"If you are in a hurry, you are free to leave," I smiled, feeling a bit annoyed myself, her mood swings were getting on my nerves, seriously can you decide, are you angry, curious, sad or what!
"Welcome brother," A random guy said, hugging me with a wide smile on his face.
"Not your brother," I chuckled.
*Confused* "Then… I'm confused," The guy chuckled, and the letters appeared again, why was this so... intermittent.
"He's your uncle," Annabeth snorted.
"That's right," I nodded, "I'm the son of Leto," As soon as I said that, I felt something different in me or rather something changing, as if Leto was right here with me holding me, the feeling was almost nostalgic, it was strange, as this feeling spread a symbol of mother wolf appeared over my head and the howling of several wolves in the distance. Before I was able to fully appreciate the symbol, it disappeared as a feeling of calm and comfort washes over me, I had been claimed… just like that.
"Neat we have an uncle," A kid in the back said.
"Does that mean he has to clean for all of us, you know being the uncle and stuff," another one added.
