Poseidon: A Short Story

Percy opened his eyes to find his brother standing over him. No, I'm not talking about Tyson. I'm talking about Max. Max, Percy had a lot to say about Max and none of it was good. If Percy wanted to list everything he disliked about Max we would be here for millennia.

It started when Max first arrived at camp. Percy was standing by Thalia's Tree, when he saw a blonde boy running up the hill as fast as he could (so not very fast) to escape a hellhound that was after him. The gap between them was closing. There was no way the boy would survive. Or was there? Percy pulled out Riptide and watched as it shifted into sword form. He ran down Half blood Hill and called out to the boy running up.

"Get past the tree. You'll be safe."

The boy looked

And who might you be?"

"Max, Max Birchcliff. What did you mean about 'Son of Poseidon'. He was a Greek God. They don't exist." answered Max with a confused expression on his face.

Thunder rumbled loud and clear despite the almost cloudless sky.

Percy looked into his eyes, they were blue like the ocean on a sunny day, wait, like the ocean, and told him " Max, the Greek Gods exist and one of them is your mother or

He thought maybe Annabeth could explain. She was good at that kind of thing. Plus, there was always the orientation video. So instead he held out his hand and said "Here, let me help you up and I'll take you to Chiron."

"Chiron? Who's Chiron?" Max questioned, as Percy helped him up.

"The immortal trainer of heroes, now let's go."

The two started to walk towards the Big House. While they walked the short distance Percy pointed out a few of the major landmarks found in Camp Half Blood.

When they reached the Big House, they found Mr D and Chiron sat playing pinochle. Mr D seemed to be losing, again. Percy was just about to speak when Mr D opened his mouth and said "Perry Johnson, I see you've found another brat. I guess I have to introduce myself. I'm Mr D director of this place. I would say it's a pleasure to meet you but it's not."

"It's Percy Jackson. And this" Percy gestured towards Max "is Max Birchcliff." Percy turned slightly so he was facing Chiron "I believe I know who his father is."

Chiron's faced wore a thoughtful expression as he looked towards Max "Ah, I see. Well hopefully he is claimed at the campfire, he certainly looks old enough."

Percy didn't think it was possible for Max to look anymore confused as he said "Ummm....What exactly do you mean by that? What do I look old enough