章 2: Son of Hecate
I left the Quirion hut and went to get something to eat in the pavilion, after getting a good scolding because I had not written enough reflections and very summary. Indeed, I have not reflected much in the last few days, but I was enjoying my horrible vacation!
And in the brief part, I bet I can write a book, not a sequence of them.
I arrived at the pavilion and to my surprise, it was full of campers, and it wasn't even lunchtime! But seriously, I'm not in the mood for crowds lately.
I squeeze myself between half-bloods and even use a little strength just to get smashed close to Poseidon's table, by the beard of Zeus what is happening to these people!
A jar of pickles flies towards me. I dodge from the pot, but the place is so full that it hits the head of a distracted son of Apollo.
I drain the poor guy's pickle water and continue my forced path to my table by siphoning chips and other convenience store foods.
Hold on, the flying foods are coming from my table!
Or rather, from the side table where there's a boy with a bright symbol on his head.
- son of Hecate.
Says Grover with a mouth full.
- I already know that, but how does a newcomer manage to use magic so well? And he also seems to be only a few years younger than me...
- Apparently, he lived with his father who loves Hecate and had a kind of cult, he learned how to control magic when he was little and when his father died he trained his magic trying to get to the camp. Why, is the great Percy Jackson jealous?
Nico replied with a sarcastic smile.
- No, of course not, you...
I almost get knocked down by someone who threw himself at my back, at least it was on time, not that I was really jealous.
- It's you! The big hero! I always wanted to know about you and I didn't know about you.
In the meantime, when he gave me a saliva bath, I managed to slip away from his hug and cover his mouth. He looks at me like a puppy who doesn't know why he was punished...
Now that he's stopped moving I see that his appearance is quite ordinary.
Brown hair, mangy face and the typical black eyes of the children and Hecate.
But somehow that feels wrong...
- Please calm down, breathe and summarize everything in 10 words.
I mean, I tried to remember where I saw him.
I let go of the boy's hand and he paralyzes as he stares at me with a silly face.
- Alabaster Torrington, son of Hecate, orphaned by a father, 16 years old!
Says the boy as he counts his fingers, trying to see had said no more than ten words.
When he realizes it was exactly ten words, he turns his bright eyes to me and expects some response.
I stare at him for a while not knowing how to react (by the way, the whole camp looks in our direction), but as always before I do anything, I hear a cry from an extremely familiar voice.
- You! Dare to show your face here!
I turn in the direction of the voice and realize that the owner was nobody else and none other than my smart-ass, unfortunately, she seems to be in the battle mode so I just take a step back hoping I'm not her target of anger.
The other campers do the same, in little fear a circle forms around the young boy still confused with the angry figure who walks towards him.
It brings back old memories of my first date with Annabeth.
I don't know what the poor boy did to put her in a bad mood, but I already feel sorry for him.
- Do you think I would forget your face so easily? Traitor!
Okay, I'm confused, so does everyone else. I know my memory is bad, but in what terms is he a traitor?
Annabeth seems to have noticed my lost face because she looks at me like she's forgotten something really important.
- Don't you remember that he almost stabbed you in the back?
Oops, I really don't know what she's talking about anymore it seems like she's really mad.
- Mmmm, could you give me a hint? A lot of people tried to stab me
I ask with an innocent face.
She rolls her eyes and rolls up her sleeves showing an old scar on her right forearm.
That's where she took the knife in my place.
Now I remember, he's the bastard with the poisoned knife in the fight against Kronos!
- Wait, was it not that Ethan naka-something-guy?
- That was just the first one percy...
- There were more than one?
- PERCY!
-Ok, I understand your Paint.
I turn towards the kid ready to punch him in the face, but Annabeth is faster and her fist is already in his face.
He goes down on impact and wipes the blood out of his mouth as he tries to apologize.
- Wait! I have a reason! Let me explain!
- Too late a traitor.
Says my Annabeth with a beautiful shade of a raging storm in her grey eyes.
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