Wine Child Chp 2
Percy: I don't go on a picnic.
I figured after fighting gods, monsters and titans since I was twelve and fighting in a war, the fates would let me chill out and have a semi-ordinary life for a while. I personally think I deserve some semblance of a vacation.
Unfortunately, the fates seem to disagree with that.
So here I am, instead of being on my way to go out on a nice romantic picnic with my girlfriend, Annabeth (gods, I love saying that); I'm at the archery range staring at Chiron having a casual conversation with the goddess of youth, Hebe about how our camp director, and the god of wine, Mr D ticked her off.
Did I mention that she's holding a very alive-looking, violently squirming gym bag?
"Well, it's a funny story, really." She said, which meant in god language: It was very much not funny, but you better laugh or I vaporize you. "Dio had said some extremely offensive words to me about youth, and I simply couldn't let that slide. So, I decided to teach him a lesson about the value of youth."
She twirled the gym bag in her hand as she talked, pulling it up by the straps and tipping it upside down like a very angry yoyo.
Whatever was in the bag really didn't like that, which to be fair, I'd be pretty cranky if some goddess shoved me in a gym bag and then started playing with the bag like a yoyo.
"What I didn't account for was how whiney he was. So then I thought, hmm, where was the best place where he could learn to appreciate youth? Nowhere else but summer camp!"
The bag, like me, did not like that idea and started to squirm more violently. I shifted my weight uneasily, my hand instinctively reaching for Riptide. I have a feeling one way or another, that bag was gonna be opened.
I glanced at Annabeth, who also was staring at the bag with piercing grey eyes like she was trying to see through it. Is X-ray vision an Athena power?
Lucky — rather unlucky — for us we didn't have to wait long to find out.
"Welp, I must love you and leave you, demigods!" Hebe said, unzipping the bag and disappearing laughing.
As soon as the bag unzipped, I uncapped Riptide, ready to fight whatever cranky monster tumbled out of it.
Yeah, that did not happen.
Instead of a cranky, snarling monster, a lump of curly, black, untamed hair fell out of the bag and before anyone could react, flung itself at the closest person.
Which happened to be me. Because it's always me. I swear I have a giant sign only visible to monsters and gods that says:
Please attack Percy. We don't like his face.
"No more monsters!" It shrieked, trying to impale me with a sword that was way too big for it. Which, first of all, rude. You're already shrieking and trying to impale me with a sword; you don't need to insult my appearance as well.
I sidestepped out of its way, causing it to stumble as it tried to regain its balance. I had a good look at it now.
It wasn't an it at all.
It was a kid, a little girl that looked no older than 8. She had weirdly familiar purple eyes that looked like they saw something horrifying. The sword she was holding was far too big for her, and she stumbled as she waved the sword at the crowd wildly.
"Get away!" She screamed, stumbling as she swung her sword at an Ares kid who dared get too close. "No more!".
She looked barely 8 years old and downright terrified, and the Ares kids trying to surround her and take the sword weren't helping. In fact, they were making it a lot worse.
Then something worse happened.
The girl caught sight of something, "you!" she yelled, pointing at me before charging. Abandoning her sword on the grass to...run faster. Oh great.
"Hey!" I put my hands up in surrender, "I'm not gonna hurt you!"
She either didn't hear me or just ignored me and continued charging. "Hey!" I said again, taking a step back as she got in kicking distance....for her to kick me, not the other way around, I'm not kicking the little girl.
Surprisingly, it turned out she wasn't going for me.
I stumbled as she shoved past me with too much strength a child her age should have.
She headed straight for Will Solace, a son of Apollo and before any of us could react, she delivered a swift kick to his crotch, causing him to double over in pain.
Every guy in the camp simultaneously winced, and there was a chorus of oohs and ouches.
Even as Will doubled over in pain on the floor, the girl wasn't finished. She yelled extremely colourful Greek insults and accusations that didn't make much sense to me.
"You were supposed to protect us! You were supposed to care!" She screamed, pummeling him with her tiny fists.
"Woah! Hey! Calm down!" I yelled, rushing over to pull her off him. I tried my best to hold her back, but it was like trying to wrangle a wildcat. She continued to struggle against me, her eyes blazing with fury as she yelled at Will.
"You! Kourotrophos! You should have protected us! You should have protected me from her! I prayed for you!"
I don't know what a Kourotrophos is, but she said it with so much venom I almost expected her to start spitting acid at him. She also put emphasis on her, like it was the worst word she could think of. Which, from the kind of swears she was throwing at him, would have to be horrible.
And what did she mean that she prayed for Will? What did she pray for:
Dear god of crotch kicking, please guide my foot and make Will Solace wish he was never born.
"Let me go!" she shrieked, clawing at my arms furiously as she tried to escape. Will soon recovered and scrambled away into the crowd.
"No, we're not monsters. We're—ow!" Ever been bitten by a demigod? It freaking hurts, and from the feel of it on my arm; this one had sharp teeth.
Annabeth rushed over, her expression unreadable. "Let him go, Percy!" she said firmly.
Now, if anyone else told me to release the feral screaming, biting, scratching child into a crowd of people after she has already injured one. I would be seriously questioning their mental state.
But this was Annabeth. And when Annabeth tells you to do something, you do it. No questions asked. She probably had a plan, and if she didn't?
Well, the situation would have been hopeless anyway, and at that point, any idea would have been helpful.
So, I reluctantly put the child down.
She didn't attack, probably all tuckered out from using my arm as a scratching post and a chew toy. Instead, she stumbled, shivering slightly. Annabeth kneeled to her level. Which I personally would not be doing; that kid looked like she'd go for the eyes.
"Monsters!" the kid wailed.
"No." Annabeth promised, using her gentle 'I am completely harmless, and you can trust me' voice. That is usually reserved for young campers and Hades' dog Cerberus that one time. It was always weird hearing Annabeth change so quickly. "It's all right. We're not going to hurt you."
The kid trembled, all the wildness draining out of her. She had dark eyebags under her eyes, a deep cut on her cheek that looked slightly infected, and her limbs were stick thin like she hadn't eaten in days. How the Hades she had enough energy to swing that sword, attack Will, and use me as a chew toy and scratching post, all while screaming her lungs off, was beyond me.
"Monsters?" she whispered, her eyes swivelling to look at the still-growing crowd around us.
I could understand her hesitation. The Mist could even fool demigods like us and make a Chimera look like a Chihuahua (not that Chihuahuas weren't already little monsters), and the fact that she'd been shoved into a bag and then cornered by Ares kids probably wasn't giving her a good first impression of us.
"No, not monsters," Annabeth said, "We're...." She hesitated. The kid might not know what demigods even were. That happened alot. Kids these days clearly never watched Hercules (the Disney show, not the guy). "...Well, it's hard to explain, but we fight monsters just like you."
"You're like me?" The kid asked, still suspicious, but she sounded slightly hopeful, too.
"Yes," I promised, and the kid scowled at me with her big purple eyes. I was slightly afraid she was going to kick me, too. There was something familiar about her scowl, though, like I've seen it before. "Why were you in Hebe's bag?"
Her scowl deepened, but thankfully she didn't kick me, "I don't know. I just woke up."
Maybe that's why she was so murderous; I'd be cranky, too if someone woke me up from a nap by shoving me in a bag and dumping me in a Summer Camp without a word.
In fact, that kinda sounds exactly like something that would happen to me.
"I'm Annabeth, and that's Percy," Annabeth said, "You can trust us. We have a friend, Chiron. He can help you."
Speaking of Chiron, where did he go? He was there when Hebe opened the bag. Did he just go to the Big House to play Pinochle with Mr D and leave us to deal with little Miss Crotch-Kicker on our own?
The little girl nodded, "Okay...I'll go with you."
"So..." I whispered to Annabeth, "Any clue who little Miss Crotch-Kicker is?" I figured if anyone knew who this kid was, it was Annabeth.
"I have a vague idea, but I need proof first." She replied cryptically
"Wanna share with the class your idea?"
"Not yet."
"You know I can hear you, right?" The kid crossed her arms and scowled at us, keeping her distance at the back of the group. She had been silent the entire walk.
Annabeth and I sheepishly apologized. The last thing we needed was to upset the already untrusting and wild kid.
We walked in awkward silence until we got to the Big House.
Chiron was alone on the porch. Mr D was nowhere in sight. Which was good. Because if I have to listen to his sarcasm while dealing with this situation. I'm setting the kid on him.
The little girl stopped the moment she saw Chiron.
"Kentauros! Monster!" She shrieked, and I was afraid that was her form of a battle cry.
Chiron smiled at her kindly, "Yes, Dionysus, I am a kentauroi, but you have nothing to worry about. I'm not like my brothers."
"What—?"
Then I saw how tense the kid suddenly got.
'Dio said some extremely offensive words about youth, so I decided to teach him a lesson about the value of youth,' Hebe had said.
That's where I recognized the kid's scowl. That's why her purple eyes were so familiar. That's why Mr D wasn't with Chiron.
This kid was the Wine Dude himself.
"H..how do you know my name?" Dionysus said, already on guard. Which was fair, she—or he? Why was Mr D a girl?
Chiron just smiled at them, "We have a lot to talk about inside." Then he turned to us, "Percy, Annabeth, will you please alert the rest of the head counsellours and tell them there is to be a very important meeting."
Annabeth nodded, frowning, "Come on, Percy."
I sighed and followed her.
I guess we arent going on our picnic any time soon.
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And thats the last chapter of this I will be posting here. When i post the third chapter it will be going on Ao3
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