How a Fangirl Became a Demigod

Chapter 4

Disclaimer : I do not own Percy Jackson. I only own Alex and Robbie. *sobs..*

Anyway, on with the story!

Chapter 4 : I’m Percy Jackson’s Sister!!!! (and other things)

I heard soft mumbles as I struggled to open my eyes. Seeing as I couldn’t, I abandoned that and instead started focusing on listening to whoever was talking. Robbie’s voice came first.

“Is she ok? What’ll…” His voice faded away as sleep threatened to take over. I shook my head. (mentally at least since I couldn’t move.) I wasn’t going to sleep. Not now. Another voice suddenly broke through the mist. Someone caring and wise. Chiron, I thought.

“…stress…will wake up soon…wait…”

It was too hard to stay awake so I drifted back into unconsciousness.

I didn’t know how much time had passed. All I knew was that I felt better. Opening my eyes, I screamed. Someone’s face was not 2 inches away from mine.

“Gods Alex, it’s just me!” Robbie looked a bit taken aback and I didn’t blame him. I was told that ever since I was born, I had a good set of lungs.

“Robbie. Don’t ever do that again. You scared me half to death!”

“All right, all right.” Robbie sat back in a chair beside my bed. “I was worried, you know.”

“How long have I been in la – la land?” I asked, curious.

“Oh, like, a day. It’s almost dinner.”

I stared at him. “Were you sitting there the whole time?”

Robbie looked sheepish. “Well, yeah. I mean, I wanted to see you wake up.”

I felt touched. “Well thanks,” I said awkwardly. “So, where am I? Is this the Big House?”

“Yep,” Robbie said, popping the p. “I’ve already been given the grand tour. I can give you one if you want. Percy didn’t actually do a great job before you fainted. Oh, and by the way, you’re the talk of the camp.”

“I can guess why,” I groaned. “How is Percy taking it?”

“I believe his first reaction was, ‘I have a sister?’ Then that turned into ‘Wait so Dad was serious about sending me some siblings.’ You know, classic clueless Percy. And your fainting act? Priceless.” Seeing my face starting to turn red, he hurried to apologize. “Sorry but it’s true.” He started laughing. “I can’t believe I thought you had a crush on him. Now that I think about it, it kind of makes me want to puke. Anyway, do you feel ok?”

“Yeah, I guess. I’m well enough to take a tour anyway.” I slowly got out of bed with Robbie helping. As we walked out of the Big House, I asked, “So, when do I get my Camp Half Blood t-shirt? And do I move into cabin 3 now? Oh yeah, and have you been claimed?”

“Here it is to question number 1. Yes to question number 2. And, unfortunately not, to question number 3. Although Annabeth is pretty convinced I’m a son of Apollo.”

“That’s great, sunshine.” I laughed at the look on his face. Swinging my orange t-shirt around, I said, “What? I needed a nickname. And sunshine fits.”

“Whatever,” Robbie grumbled.

The tour was interesting, although I knew most of it from repeated reading of the books. When it finished, both of us sat down near the pine tree. Robbie cleared his throat. “So, umm, you’re going to need to see Mr. D before dinner. And I would be careful if I were you. I mean he is in a good mood since his sentence was cut down to 50 years but I guess it was a bad day today because he is tense.”

“Great,” I mumbled under my breath. “I’m totally looking forward to that.” I got up groaning and started heading toward the Big House again. “And couldn’t you tell me before the tour? Now I have to walk all the way back!” I shouted over my shoulder as I jogged toward the farmhouse. I could hear Robbie’s laughter from behind me.

As I approached Mr. D, I felt a bit apprehensive. I knew he wasn’t going to kill me but he was still a god. One of the Olympians. And the gods help me if I annoyed him like Percy did when he first met him. “Hello? You wanted to see me sir?”

“Oh, finally. A half blood with manners!” He stood up, Hawaiian shirt and all, and looked straight at me. “I don’t suppose you know who I am?”

“You’re the god of wine, sir. Dionysus.” I said carefully.

Mr. D looked surprised. “Well you’re one of the better brats I’ve had. Anyway, welcome to Camp Half Blood. Do you know how to play pinochle?”

“Umm yes sir.” I didn’t tell him that I learned just because I wanted to see how somebody lost that often in a card game.

Mr. D looked pleased. I was off to a good start with the camp director, which was something I was pleased about. “Well then, how about a game?”

I agreed. 20 minutes later, Mr. D was cackling gleefully. “I believe I won, Ms. Forman.”

Only because I didn’t want to get you mad at me. I thought. “May I go now, Mr. D?” I said out loud.

“All right then, go meet your blasted brother. It’s time for dinner anyways.” Right on cue, the conch horn blew.

I met Percy while walking toward the dining hall. “Hey wait!” I cried out after him. Catching up to Percy, I slowed down. “So, I guess you’re surprised too?”

“Yeah,” he replied. “I was the only kid of Poseidon and then you come along and now I’m a little bit confused.”

“Only a little?” I joked around.

“Oh, not you too! You sound just like Annabeth.” Percy complained.

“Well, it doesn’t help that you have a reputation for being an idiot.” I couldn’t help but jabbing him a little.

He looked at me. “I don’t get it though. You have the eyes but your hair’s not black.”

I looked down at myself. I had the sea green eyes, true, but my hair was light brown. As for if I looked like Percy or not, I supposed we had the same structure. You could tell that we were siblings. “I don’t know, I probably got my hair from my mom.”

“Yeah okay. That makes sense. Come on, that’s our table.” He sat down quickly and I followed suit. Getting barbeque and fruit from the nymphs, we walked toward the brazier. I put a few grapes into the fire, thinking to myself, Thank you Poseidon. And whoever is Robbie’s godly parent, please claim him quickly. It could have been my imagination but I heard someone say in my head, “Soon.”

Too quickly, it was time for the campfire sing along. It was cheery, to say the least. We were all singing crazy songs about grandmas and battle armor. I caught sight of Robbie sitting with the Hermes cabin and I sent him a small wave. Leaning back and stretching my arms, I yawned. This place felt like home. I was comfortable here, maybe even more than in my real house. Everybody here understood me. At least a bit. In school, I was always the nerdy girl, the girl obsessed with Percy Jackson, the freak. Here, I was still a freak, I suppose, but at least I was a powerful freak. I was Percy Jackson’s sister, a daughter of Poseidon, and as for those who were scared of me now, well, just wait until they get to know me, I thought. Suddenly, a bright light shined around Robbie and a voice echoed throughout camp. “Hello Camp Half Blood. This is my beloved son. With whom I am pleased. Is that 5 syllables? Let’s see, 5…7…5 yes! It’s a haiku!” With that, the light shut off.

Robbie looked shocked. “Did my dad just quote the Bible?!” He asked.

“It seems so.” Chiron, centaur extraordinaire stepped up and knelt, followed by everybody in the camp. “Hail Robbie Feldsman, son of Apollo, god of music, art, and the sun.”

The campfire got quiet after that so we all got dismissed. I hurried over to Robbie. “Congrats sunshine. I have to wonder though. If you’re the son of Apollo, then how are you so bad at singing?” It was a year ago at the chorus concert. Robbie had, for some unknown reason, gotten a solo and when his turn came up to sing, even I couldn’t stomach it without going to the bathroom. It wasn’t singing more than it was a chorus of dying cats.

Robbie’s face turned red. “Shut up.” I knew he was remembering that day.

“Make me!!!” I ran toward my cabin, knowing that he wouldn’t follow me there. Robbie stayed outside the door but he pointed at me.

“Just you wait Forman. Wait until tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow’s a new day, filled with endless possibilities. Who knows what could happen?” I said with a chirpy voice. I waited until he left and then quickly got ready for bed. I was already in my bed reading when Percy came in, yawning. “You tired too?” I asked.

“Yep. Did you pick out your bed and stuff? That’s a stupid question never mind. And like do you need to take a shower?” He sounded flustered. I found it a bit adorable, to be honest, like he didn’t know what to do. The great Percy Jackson, slayer of monsters, defeater of Kronos, gets flustered whenever he sees his little sister. That was a bit funny.

“I already took a shower it’s just you.” I said.

“Yeah okay.” He stopped on the way to the bathroom. “Listen, do you want to have some bonding time or whatever tomorrow? I can help you find a weapon that you like and we can talk about stuff because I don’t really like things being this awkward.

”That sounds great!”

“All right then.” Percy quickly got ready for bed too and collapsed on the bed next to mine. I could tell he just fell straight to sleep. I quietly got up and tiptoed toward his bed. There it was! Drool! I got back into my covers and tried to fall asleep. I lay on my back thinking, I got claimed, my best friend got claimed, I confirmed that Percy does indeed drool in his sleep… All in all, it was a good first day to camp. I fell asleep smiling with one thought running through my brain. I’m Percy Jackson’s sister.

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