Chapitre 15: chapter 14-Mistakes
Getting out of bed was annoying because of how comfy it was. These pillows are fluffy, the blanket is just the cherry on top. Till my Mom told me she made blueberry pancakes. I asked her where she made the pancakes as there is no kitchen around here but she said it didn't matter giving me a tender tap on my cheek. That was a rhetorical question. My mother's food is the best and people should be grateful if they ever taste her food.
I just went along with it, as long as I get my blue pancakes I'm fine with whatever she does. You'd think I would go to the dining pavilion but nah, with this who wouldn't be filled?
"Percy, why don't you freshen up so you can see the rest of camp with Annabeth?"
With pancakes in my mouth, I muffle out, "You're not coming." *gulp*
"No sweetie, they showed me some of the camp while you were sleeping and I need to talk to Chiron about our stay at Camp Also don't talk with food in your mouth. I'll see you later."
"Right okay, I guess I'll go fix myself up and then leave."
I swallow most of the pancakes in one fell swoop and leave some for later. I then replace my clothes with a camp-half blood shirt, jeans, and Converse shoes.
I hear a knock on the door and I move to open it. The first thing I see is her gray eyes with a slight glare. Ah, I see she's still not happy over me being a son of Poseidon.
"I'm here to give you a tour of Camp."
"Yeah I know, my mom told me."
She looked happy at the thought of my mom.
"Is she here right now?"
"No, she isn't here but I still have leftover pancakes that I was planning to eat for later."
"Pancakes? Made by your mom, where did she even make them?"
"No clue, but since it's my mom I'm not questioning it."
"Well since you insisted I suppose eating something made by her wouldn't be that bad" " she said with a huff.
Huh, who would have thought all I had to do was get her to be less mean to me if I gave her mom's food? Wait a minute I did not insist on anything, did it sound like I was offering food to her? Damn, I don't want to be too rude. Ugh, trying to be nice to her is hard, but also fun I think?
"Well come on in I guess."
"What is your head full of seaweed, I can't enter unless your dad lets me."
"Oh okay, wait here for a second." I ran into the house, grabbed the pancakes, and brought them to her. Wait a minute, she called me Seaweed Brain. Just in different wording.
"Here they are. My mom's amazing blue pancakes."
She grabbed the plate from my hand and ate the pancakes in relish. It was breaking my heart not being able to eat those. At least she seems to understand their worth.
Once she was done she gave me the plate back and said thank you. It seems she likes me a bit more now.
"Thanks, alright let's go."
Well, that was fast. She went back to how she was before.
We first went to the mess hall, but since we technically ate we only took a look. Well, she took only a look. I took a long look at the food being served there. I swear I wasn't drooling while walking away.
We then went to the climbing wall where I saw people falling every few seconds. I mean that is highly dangerous, I'm definitely coming back here. I mean seriously a climbing wall with lava coming out of it.
She dragged me away before I could climb it. I think that won me some points as she looked at me with amusement in her eyes, her face was a whole different story. We left for the canoe lake. Where my first instinct was to jump into the water, thankfully I held myself back as I didn't want her to give me another glare, well a worse glare than the one she has right now.
She showed me the amphitheater which they used for ceremonies and celebrations. A few of the Campers were singing, then a whole fight between two blondes happened so we left before it could get dragged into it.
We went through the Arts and crafts buildings, the volleyball court, the Big House, the forge, the pegasus stables, the armory, and at last the arena.
"So, how good are you at fighting against people?"
"Well, I'll have you know that I'm amazing at mano a mano."
Ha, you have no idea. So much practice. I can still feel the aching in my bones from all that practice. Hmm...practice...pressurizing... I have an idea.
"You won't be going mano a mano, you'll be learning how to hone the blade. Now I'm going to introduce you to Luke. Who is the greatest swordsman in 300 years? Don't think you can beat him just because of a few hours of practice."
"I didn't even say anything about beating him, it's not like I'd try to beat him."
"Well since you feel like you don't need to try to beat me, why don't we put that to the test?", Came a voice from out of nowhere.
I look in the direction of the voice and see a blue-eyed, sandy-blonde guy taller than my 5'7. Who had a scar on the right side of his face. Something was off about him. I can't remember much about him. My memories are still a mess. I know that it's been a while but my brain doesn't feel like cooperating with me, just great.
"I didn't mean I would fight you."
"Oh come on what's wrong with friendly spar, promise I won't go too hard on you."
You're not the problem, it's me, I need to be careful as I don't want to hurt you too hard. He doesn't seem like a guy who would take no for an answer. It's a good thing they didn't see how I fought, or else this would be... slightly more tricky. Not harder, tricky.
"Alright, let's fight."
"Great, since you don't know how to fight with a sword, we're going to fight hand to hand. We can fight another time with swords once you have enough practice."
Alright, that's fair. At least he's reasonable.
"Alright hands up."
I put my hands up and the next thing I know he's right in front of me. He tries to punch me in the chest but I move back away from his punch and give him one to his face. He blocks it and tries to headbutt me.
It's crazy how he thinks he'll win this fight. I have super physiology, he's Captain America while I'm Superman. That's how I would compare the both of us. Let's go the Spider-Man route for this fight. Get him distracted and mad, a level headed enemy is a hard enemy to fight.
"Heya slow poke, you're going to need to move faster than that, oh so close, try harder."
"You need *grunt* to keep your mouth shut."
"No can do, you're just too slow. A swing and a miss. Today is just not your day."
He's starting to look frustrated right now, maybe I should end the fight. Nah, I'm having fun.
"A hit over here, a hit over there. Are you even trying? Ooh, low blow. I'll give you a nickel if you can hit me. No, go, okay then. What is with you and missing."
I eventually got bored enough that I just gave him one good hit and he went down.
"Well, that was fun but you need to step it up, didn't even break a sweat."
When I looked back I saw the shocked expressions on everybody's face. Whoops, I got too into it. Hehe, this might be bad. Looking at Annabeth with a stunned face is kind of weird.
I hear a shuffling in front of me and see Luke getting up. He has a huge grin on his face.
"HAHAHA, that was amazing. You know you don't even need training grab a sword."
Wait what, he wants to fight again? Maybe he wants to humiliate me with his swordsmanship. Two swords are then handed to the both of us and he immediately rushes towards.
I can't believe he's serious, I mean really. He didn't even have any time to rest. Whoa, his speed with a sword is crazy. I guess he doesn't practice in hand-to-hand combat that much.
"Well if that's what you want. Hey don't go slashing below the waist, that's too important. How about you rest, you look as tired as a fish out of water. Yeah, I felt bad the moment it came out of my mouth. Hey, don't judge me, you're the one who thought he should fight a 12-year-old. I mean seriously who thinks hey let's fight the 12-year-old who just entered this secret society of Gods, heroes, and monsters."
"Do you ever just shut up."
"Nah, it's not on my contract, let me get it out for ya. Whoops hand slipped, silly me. If I were you I would stop swinging the sword and start stabbing, maybe you'll hit me. Ooh, so close this time, I mean by a centimeter."
Ooh, I think I might have gone too far. He's practically livid. He looks like steam would be coming out of his ears in rage. It's probably bad for him to keep it all inside. Man, he must have thought he would be humiliating me but instead, I'm the one doing the humiliating. Does that make me the bad guy?
He slashes my shirt clean in the middle, if I hadn't moved back I would be bleeding right now.
"Hey watch the clothes blondie, I'm starting to like these clothes. Alright, at least you're doing better now. The swinging is starting to get old pal. Don't you know any other tunes?"
"ALRIGHT I'M DONE PLAYING AROUND."
"You call this playing around-whoo." Damn, he just got faster, oh shit. I forgot who he was and why I had a bad feeling about him. He works for Kronos. I can't believe I forgot about him, I should have tried harder in getting that knowledge.
With his increased speed, he started to cut me. He even went farther than a flesh wound. I think he doesn't like me much, I wonder why?
"Oof, that's a bit harsh don't ya think. I think you need to calm down. Stop cutting my clothes. Okay fine how about I show you my serious side. Whoa, you cut me."
He started kicking along with his slashes, going towards my leg to attempt to make me lose balance. Won't happen but still.
He was fast enough before but he just got faster, must be the influence of Kronos. My Spidey sense isn't going to be much use if he gets faster. My swordsmanship can't help me much here. I then notice something off about his sword.
"I do believe that you're finished, Buster. You see your sword, I've been slowly chipping away at a specific spot to break it one more hit and we're done."
The truth is that was a lie but well I may have let go of my strength a bit so I left a crack on it. Before he can stop the sword he drops it down on me in an overhead swing. I put my sword at the crack and twist. It breaks into pieces.
"Do you surrender, because you don't have many options."
"Yeah, I surrender."
Showing everyone my skills with swords and hand-to-hand combat wouldn't be that bad. Oh, who am I kidding I'm such an idiot. I let my emotions control me and now I'm going to have to deal with the consequences of my actions. I just had to win. I...forget about it.
"WHAT EXACTLY IS HAPPENING HERE!!! "
Oh, moms here, and of course I just made things worse between me and Annabeth. This day couldn't get any worse. I just jinxed myself. Today is just filled with so many mistakes.
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