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paisholotus · 7 months

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Percy's Pov

He offered me a chair to the right of Mr. D, who looked at me 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." He said, leaning back. "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.

"Annabeth?" Mr. Brunner called to the black girl with brown and blonde braids. She came forward, and Mr. Brunner introduced us. "This young lady nursed you back to health, Percy. And I see you've met Selene, daughter of Clio, the Sun Goddess. Annabeth, my dear, why don't you go check on Percy's bunk? We'll be putting him in cabin eleven for now." He said, pointing down the cabins.

Annabeth said, "Sure, Chiron." She was probably my age, maybe a couple of inches taller, and a whole lot more athletic looking. With her deep brown skin and her long blond/brown braids, she was beautiful too, I've never seen girls like Selene and Annabeth from my school. Annabeth's eyes 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. While Selene's eyes were a light brown color, with a hint of gold shimmering, they reminded me of pools of honey.

Annabeth glanced at the minotaur horn in my hands, then back at me. I imagined she was going to say, "You killed a mino-taur! or Wow, you're so awesome! or something like that. Instead, she said, "You drool when you sleep." Then she sprinted off down the lawn, her braids flying behind her. "So," I said, anxious to change the subject. "You, uh, work here, Mr. Brunner?" I laughed awkwardly.

"Not Mr. Brunner," the ex-Mr. Brunner said. "I'm afraid that was a pseudonym. You may call me Chiron." He said, smiling. "Okay." Totally confused, I looked at the director. "And Mr. D ... does that stand for something?" I asked, looking him up and down. Mr. D stopped shuffling the cards. He looked at me like I'd just belched loudly. "Young man, names are power-ful things. You don't just go around using them for no reason." He said blankly. "Oh. Right. Sorry." I apologized. "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." He said, biting into an apple.

"House call?" I asked, confused. "My year at Yancy Academy, to instruct you. We have satyrs at most schools, of course, keeping a look out. But Grover alerted me as soon as he met you. He sensed you were something special, so I decided to come upstate. I convinced the other Latin teacher to ... ah, take a leave of absence." He said lowly.

I tried to remember the beginning of the school year. It seemed like so long ago, but I did have a fuzzy memory of there being another Latin teacher my first week at Yancy. Then, without explanation, he had disappeared, and Mr. Brunner had taken the class ."You came to Yancy just to teach me?" I asked. Chiron nodded. "Honestly, I wasn't sure about you at first. We contacted your mother and let her know we were keeping an eye on you in case you were ready for Camp Half-Blood. But you still had so much to learn. Nevertheless, you made it here alive, and that's always the first test." He said proudly.

"Grover," Mr. D said impatiently, "Are you playing or not?" He asked. "Yes, sir!" Grover trembled as he took the fourth chair, though I didn't know why he should be so afraid of a pudgy little man in a tiger-print Hawaiian shirt. "You do know how to play pinochle? Annabeth and Selene are my best players." Mr. D said, looking at Selene proudly. "I'm afraid not," I said. "Well, Selene, do you mind teaching Percy?" He asked her. I looked over at her, watching her give him a big smile and nodded. "It would be my pleasure, Sir." She then turned to look at me, smiling softly.

"it is, along with gladiator fighting and Pac-Man, one of the greatest games ever invented by humans. I would expect all civilized young men to know the rules." He explained what the game was. "I'm sure the boy can learn. Plus, Selene is a great teacher, " Chiron said. "Please," I said, "what is this place? What am I doing here? Mr. Brun-Chiron-why would you go to Yancy Academy just to teach me?" I asked, desperately trying to understand his reasoning. Mr. D snorted. "I asked the same question." He said, chuckling.

The camp director dealt the cards. Grover flinched every time one landed in his pile. Chiron smiled at me sympathetically, the way he used to in Latin class, as if to let me know that no matter what my average was, I was his star student. He expected me to have the right answer. "Percy," he said. "Did your mother tell you nothing?" He asked me. "She said ..." I remembered her sad eyes, looking out over the sea. "She told me she was afraid to send me here, even though my father had wanted her to. She said that once I was here, I probably couldn't leave. She wanted to keep me close to her." I told him, sadly.

"Typical," Mr. D said. "That's how they usually get killed. Young man, are you bidding or not?" He asked me.

"What?" I asked. He explained, impatiently, how you bid in pinochle. "I'm afraid there's too much to tell," Chiron said. "I'm afraid our usual orientation film won't be sufficient." He said.

"Orientation film?" I asked. "No," Chiron decided. "Well, Percy. You know your friend Grover is a satyr. You know"-he pointed to the horn in the shoe box -"that you have killed the Minotaur. No small feat, either, lad. What you may not know is that great powers are at work in your life. Gods-the forces you call the Greek gods-are very much alive." He said.

"Yeah, I kinda figured that when I saw Selene's mom. I mean, my best friend has furry legs and hooves." I said, glaring down at the floor. I stared at the others around the table. I waited for somebody to yell, not! But all I got was Mr. D yelling, "Oh, a royal marriage. Trick! Trick!" He cackled as he tallied up his points.

"Mr. D," Grover asked timidly, "if you're not going to eat it, could I have your Diet Coke can?" He asked. "Eh? Oh, all right." He said, rolling his eyes, and handed him the can. Grover bit a huge shard out of the empty aluminum can and chewed it mournfully.

"I just can't believe GOD'S are real. Are they like the same thing as....like...Jesus..that type of GOD?" I asked. "Well, now," Chiron said. "God-capital G, God. That's a different matter altogether. We shan't deal with the metaphysical." "Metaphysical? But you were just talking about -" "Ah, gods, plural, as in, great beings that control the forces of nature and human endeavors: the immortal gods of Olympus. That's a smaller matter." He said, matter factly.

"Smaller?" I asked. "Yes, quite. The gods we discussed in Latin class." He said. "Zeus," I said. "Hera. Apollo. You mean them." He nodded. And there it was again-distant thunder on cloud-less day. "Young man," said Mr. D, "I would really be less casual about throwing those names around if I were you." He said sternly.

My heart pounded. He was trying to make me angry for some reason, but I wasn't going to let him. "Ok, sure. But I don't believe in gods." I said, flatly. "Oh, you'd better," Mr. D murmured. "Before one of them incinerates you." He said, crossing his arms.

"P-please, sir. He's just lost his mother. He's in shock." Grover said, pleading.

Selene nudged me and urged me to stick out my hand. She told me to close my eyes and I looked between Chiron and Mr. D, then back to Selene and hesitantly closed my eyes. I felt both of her hands cup mine, and I felt my hand warmly vibrate. She told me to open my eyes, and I gasped.

There was a glowing golden orb floating in my hand. I looked up at Selene, then back to the floating ball in my hand. "W-what...is that?" I asked her lowly. "It's my powers. I can do more, but I'm still practicing." She said, gigging at my mouth- opened shocked face.

"Well, Percy, do you believe now?" Chiron asked me. I couldn't even process what I was seeing. She carefully took the glowing ball away, and suddenly, everything that had happened the last 24 hours was swirling around in my head, and I suddenly felt light-headed.

"UH OH! HE'S GOING DOWN AGAIN!" I heard someone yell before everything went black.

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aperture-of-bullshit · 6 months

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The one thing they could do that I think would make me forgive blonde percy is if they cast Thalia as East Asian. Genuinely think that would repair any and all psychic damage I have and ever will receive from blonde percy

#I’m also so deeply not caught up with news of the show so if they already cast her. well. uhh. ignore this. whoops.#aa babbles #for legal reasons: I understand and know why they didn’t dye my of the actors hair. my dislike of percy being blonde #is purely a personal dislike and 100% my problem #and does not extend into negative feelings of annabeth or Grover being poc in the tv show #it is my own personal biases irt how Percy’s one big descriptor is black hair and me being ten and projecting and going #ohhhhh he could be e asian 👁️👁️#anyways. East Asian Thalia Grace would fix me it would #kes fears the blonde

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judeiscariot · 5 months

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new pjo is actually rlly rlly good so far!!!

#credits to westley for the disney+ login <3 #but yeah the kid they cast as percy did a really good job #i’m still a little bitter they casted him white but it’s ok bc i think this kid is really gonna grow into the role #and i’m just glad they cast a kid who can actually pass as 12 years old #in my heart he will always be afro latino #plus they cast a black girl as annabeth!!!!!! and they made grover and chiron poc too which is wayyy more than i expected #although i wish they had given annabeth blonde braids that wouldve been so cute #but overall they seem to be sticking pretty closely to the source material which i think is definitely the best choice #especially given how shit the movies were #but i like the writing so far n i’m really excited to see where they take it!!!#jude.txt

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darkesttiimelines · 1 year

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this whole percy jackson reboot thing really grinds my gears because i remember the backlash jkr got over hermione being cast as black in the plays- when her physical description in the books could easily suggest that she was black.

annabeth, on the other hand, has been described as blonde. so. many. times. it is a significant component of her personality (not being taken seriously due to the blonde stereotype) but then here comes spineless riordan, defending annabeth being cast as black. (and being celebrated for it.)

#if anything it would make more sense if percy was black #or even grover #its not the young actresses' fault #shes just doing her job #its hollywood and white men that are butchering beloved characters #and then present this to poc and say 'do you feel represented? are you happy?'#like no i would rather not you recast white characters to fit your quota #you can write poc characters if you tried #but we all know you wont #you idiots

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b0ytr4sh · 5 months

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OH MY GOSH ITS GROVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!1 THE GUY™!!!!!!!

#i love grover sm #literally such a W that they casted him as a poc #im sorry but reading the books i deadass thought he canonically wasnt white... like i read the books picturing him as a black guy 😭#WHEN I FOUND OUT HE WAS WHITE I WAS LIKE HUHHHHHHHHH #max's insane pjotv liveblog #percy jackon and the olympians

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starlightshadowsworld · 2 years

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Indian Grover and Pakistani Grace siblings

Thalia answering every stupid question with "on my head!"

All of them huddling beside radios, hearing glimpses of coke studio songs.

That Grover will later play on his pipes.

Grover wearing a forest green dupatta around his shoulders and wrapping scared demigods and animals in it.

Granting them protection.

Jason who wears Ittr because it reminds him of his mother.

Thalia who has a nose ring.

Dramatic recreations of old Bollywood movies.

"I’m telling you there’s no way they aren’t demigods" theorising which actors are demigods.

Jason adores poetry, Urdu shayari.

Grover tossing atta over the camp fire to make roti and andi’s when their homesick. Even with magical food it tastes better when it’s cooked.

Thalia who often swaps her hunters outfit for white salwar kameez when she means business.

Jason who wears his praetor’s cape like a dupatta.

All of them watching the stars together.

Putting up the India and Pakistani flags on their respective independence days (India: 15th August, Pakistan: 14 August.)

And on those days they don’t listen to anyone if they can help it, stating this is the day no one can control us.

@desi-rrverse

#jason grace #indian grover #grover underwood #desi jason grace #desi thalia grace #thalia grace #poc grover #desi grover #heroes of olympus #percy jackson tv show

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percabeth4life · 2 years

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i don’t know if you want to bring this up again so feel no need to publish this ask, but claiming show canon automatically overrides book canon is also giving a credit to riordan which he did not work to deserve. there are countless authors who include a diverse cast of characters from the start and get no acknowledgement. he never made that effort in his first series and people shouldn’t pretend he did. though, i am very happy that he has chosen to do things differently in the live action!

Thanks for your consideration!

Regardless: I agree fully with this. It's something I was also considering but didn't point out as that wasn't my focus. It gives credit that is not owed, it gives him more diversity than he actually included in the original books. There was ONE notably black character in the first series, One. The second series included One (notable) black girl (who was strongly connected to slavery and also killed off and brought back and also put in a relationship with an older guy and and and-). He does not deserve credit for things he didn't do.

I'm glad he's trying to improve, despite my issues with him, but Book Annabeth is NOT overridden by show Annabeth. Any claims to such ignore his intentions in the original writing, for good or bad.

The Show Annabeth is black, and Leah is going to do amazing I'm certain, she deserves love and support. But her being Show Annabeth does not mean she's Book Annabeth. That's an objective fact, not a dismissal of her. They're two different Annabeths.

Both are wonderful, and I look forward to seeing Annabeth on the screen just like I've loved having Annabeth come to live via the books.

#anon asks #life answers #pjo show #pjo disney+#pjo disney #I appreciate your consideration tho <3 #But yeah this is one of the big things #Might I also add that declaring book annabeth is now black (for support of black people) ignores EVERY OTHER NON-BLACK POC HEADCANON #And yeah you can make her mixed as one pointed out but other POC shouldn't have to make her one specific mixed race #Like they have a right to their hcs of her being other races too!#And if you're declaring that Annabeth is now black in the books than is Clarisse too? Because that's a nasty negative stereotype #you've just given Rick #And on top of that: is Percy now Blonde? Grover now Indian? Luke now black haired?#If you declare one is now the book you must declare all #and ngl I think more people will throw hands over blonde haired percy being demanded as book canon

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fellowfights · 5 months

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I'm gonna be so honest with y'all. I don't take you seriously if you complain about the casting of the Percy Jackson show because the poc actors aren't "book accurate."

Because here's the deal. I remember when the internet threw a fit when Rue, a black character, was played by a black person. It didn't matter that it was book accurate, y'all didn't want to see a black person on screen.

For some of y'all, it's not that you are against adaptations straying from the source material- you are simply anti black.

If you are about to argue with me, I want you to ask yourself something. Did you not mind the race change of Grover, but you are against the casting of Annabeth? If that's true, maybe try to address that. Acknowledge it and try to deconstruct your anti-black biases.

#being black in fandom spaces is so tiring #i am utterly exhausted #yall complaining about how now annabeth wont have an arc of not being taken seriously is sending me #its TOTALLY not like black people aren't seen as smart or resourceful and constantly not being taken seriously #that would be RIDICULOUS #anyway im tired but i am enjoying the show so far #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #the hunger games

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vulpixhoney · 5 months

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the stuff with the cops was making me nervous y'all. I like they they, are kind of changing the show to fit the fact that Annabeth and Grover are poc instead of just pretending it would be the exact same as the book. like in the book they were never given any trouble, Annabeth even makes a comment that mortal cops can't touch them and is not concerned at all about Percy being a wanted "criminal". but that's in 2005 from a white man writing about white children. but now Annabeth is a black girl, she's going to have completely different interactions with the police. the "are we under arrest" is like, textbook How to Respond When Being Hassled By the Police. it's very subtle bc it's Disney, but Leah's response felt very real

eta: also, the echidna being a southern white lady, but like the type of southern that calls the cops on her neighbors for being in their own yard or some shit. like, she got the cops to turn on them so easily. even though there's no way they could destroy a room like that, the cop just automatically assumed it was their fault, because some white lady said they did it. and the group is a black girl, a brown boy, and their token white boy, who isn't a great buffer bc at the very least is a ~delinquent~, and at this point in the book has an active warrant

#credit ofc going to leah and whoever the actual director is #i guess a little to rick but he is untrustworthy to me in regards to how he writes poc #but maybe this is him learning and growing #maybe working with poc is helping him widen his perspectives and writing #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians

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venux777 · 5 months

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changes i would make to hoo

nobody asked but WHATEVER

more jason and reyna drama

less jason passing out + backstory

MORE JASON

more hazel and frank

grover

aging up hazel (like 15 maybe)

franks physical appearance doesn’t change with his blessing of mars

percy pov in boo to see the regret he feels of choking aklyhs

GROVER

leo coming to ogygyia, everything same but leo and calypso being platonic not romantic

leo accepting its okay not to have a romantic partner

more hunters of artemis cameo (not bc i love them or anything)

calypso joining hunters of artemis (can be in toa too)

GROVERRRRRRR!!!!!!

MORE PIPERR (more of her character)

piper having normal colored eyes (its okay for poc woman to not having insane ass eyes)

#i’ll make a part 2 maybe #pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #hoo #heros of olympus #percy jackson #annabeth chase #grover underwood #jason grace #piper mclean #leo valdez #hazel levesque #nico di angelo #frank zhang

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paisholotus · 1 year

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Percy's Pov

When I finally came around for good, there was nothing weird about my surroundings, except that they were nicer than I was used to. I was sitting in a deck chair on a huge porch, gazing across a meadow at green hills in the distance. The breeze smelled like strawberries. There was a blanket over my legs, a pillow behind my neck. All that was great, but my mouth felt like a scorpion had been using it for a nest. My tongue was dry and nasty and every one of my teeth hurt.

On the table next to me was a tall drink. It looked like iced apple juice, with a green straw and a paper parasol stuck through a maraschino cherry.My hand was so weak I almost dropped the glass once I got my fingers around it.

"Careful," a familiar voice said.

She was standing in front of me with a worried expression on her face. She had one hand on my chest and the other on my back, helping me sit up.

She had a godly glow to her, and she was absolutely beautiful. Her skin was brown, her hair was dark and curly, and her eyes were chocolate brown. She smiled at me and said something I didn't catch because I was staring into her eyes.

Grover was leaning against the porch railing, looking like he hadn't slept in a week. Under one arm, he cradled a shoe box. He was wearing blue jeans, Converse hi-tops and a bright orange T-shirt that said CAMP HALF-BLOOD. Just plain old Grover, Not the goat boy. So maybe I'd had a nightmare. Maybe my mom was okay. We were still on vacation, and we'd stopped here at this big house for some reason. And ..."You saved my life," Grover said. "I... well, the least I could do ... I went back to the hill. I thought you might want this."

Reverently, he placed the shoe box in my lap. Inside was a black-and-white bull's horn, the base jagged from being broken off, the tip splattered with dried blood. It hadn't been a nightmare."The Minotaur," I said. "Urn, Hey, it isn't a good idea-" the girl began to say, but I cut her off.

"That's what they call him in the Greek myths, isn't it?" I demanded. "The Minotaur. Half man, half bull."Grover shifted uncomfortably. "You've been out for two days. How much do you remember?"

"My mom. Is she really ..." They both looked down.

I stared across the meadow. There were groves of trees, a winding stream, acres of strawberries spread out under the blue sky. The valley was surrounded by rolling hills, and the tallest one, directly in front of us, was the one with the huge pine tree on top. Even that looked beautiful in the sunlight. My mother was gone. The whole world should be black and cold. Nothing should look beautiful.

"I'm sorry," Grover sniffled. "I'm a failure. I'm-I'm the worst satyr in the world." The girl gasped, and ran over to Grover. "Don't say that! I'm sure you tried your best. Don't beat yourself up." She said, hugging him. He groaned, stomping his foot so hard it came off. I mean, the Converse hi-top came off. The inside was filled with Styrofoam, except for a hoof-shaped hole. "Oh, Styx!" he mumbled. They slowly looked at me as if they was waiting for me to react.

Thunder rolled across the clear sky. As he struggled to get his hoof back in the fake foot, I thought, Well, that settles it. Grover was a satyr. I was ready to bet that if I shaved his curly brown hair, I'd find tiny horns on his head. But I was too miserable to care that satyrs existed, or even minotaurs. All that meant was my mom really had been squeezed into nothingness, dissolved into yellow light. I was alone. An orphan. I would have to live with ... Smelly Gabe? No. That would never happen. I would live on the streets first. I would pretend I was seventeen and join the army.

I'd do something. Grover was still sniffling. I watched as the girl tried her best to comfort him, laying her head on his shoulder. The poor kid-poor goat, satyr, whatever-looked as if he expected to be hit. "It wasn't your fault." I said, sadly.

"Yes, it was. I was supposed to protect you." He said, tears falling from his eyes. "Did my mother ask you to protect me?" I asked him, lowly. "No. But that's my job. I'm a keeper. At least... I was." He mumbled. "It's still your job, Grover. You tried your best, and your best is all you can do! What happened wasn't your fault." The girl said, whispering the last part.

"But why ..." I suddenly felt dizzy, my vision swim-ming. "Don't strain yourself," the girl said. "Here." Grover helped me hold my glass and put the straw to my lips. I recoiled at the taste, because I was expecting apple juice. It wasn't that at all. It was chocolate-chip cookies. Liquid cookies. And not just any cookies-my mom's homemade blue chocolate-chip cookies, buttery and hot, with the chips still melting. Drinking it, my whole body felt warm and good, full of energy.

My grief didn't go away, but I felt as if my mom had just brushed her hand against my cheek, given me a cookie the way she used to when I was small, and told me everything was going to be okay. Before I knew it, I'd drained the glass. I stared into it, sure I'd just had a warm drink, but the ice cubes hadn't even melted. "Did it taste good?" The girl asked. I nodded, and stared at the girl again. "What's your name? I feel like I know you." I said. She walked over to me and stuck out her hand, making me softly grab it. "My name is Selene. Selene Elias. It's nice to meet you, Percy." She introduced herself, with a big smile on her face. And it was the prettiest smile I've ever seen.

"What did it taste like?" He sounded so wistful, I felt guilty. "Sorry," I said. "I should've let you taste." I said, quietly.

His eyes got wide. "No! That's not what I meant. I just... wondered." He said, quickly. "Chocolate-chip cookies," I said. "My mom's. Home-made." He sighed. "And how do you feel?" Selene asked. "Like I could throw Nancy Bobofit a hundred yards." I said, chuckling. "That's good," he said. "That's good. I don't think you could risk drinking any more of that stuff" She said.

"What do you mean?" I asked her, confused. Grover took the empty glass from me gingerly, as if it were dynamite, and set it back on the table. "Come on. Chiron and Mr. D are waiting." Selene said, smiling at me. The porch wrapped all the way around the farmhouse. My legs felt wobbly, trying to walk that far. Grover offered to carry the Minotaur horn, but I held on to it. Selene wrapped her arm around my waist, trying to steady my walking. I looked at her and she gave me a sweet smile, causing me to blush. I took in her scent, and she smelled like coconut, and tropical fruit. But she still looked familiar to me, and I couldn't figure out from where.

I'd pay for the horn as a souvenir the hard way. I wasn't going to let it go. 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. 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 tigerpattern 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 step-father.

"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. And the tall Woman talking to him is, Clio Elias. She is The Goddess of the Sun." He said, carefully looking at me. WAIT! GODDESS!? I looked at the Woman then looked at Selene, "That's your mother?" I asked her. She gave me a proud smile nodding. I looked at her shocked, then everything just hit me all at once. "YOUR MOTHER IS A GODDESS!?" she giggled and nodded, giving me a 'Duh' expression. As if that was a every day thing you tell people.

Grover pointed at the guy whose back was to me. First, I realized he was sitting in the 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," he said. "Now we have four for pinochle.

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