50 Shades of Sea Green

I woke up, expecting to see Annabeth beside me under the turquoise covers, but she wasn't. Usually she wakes me up before I sleep too long... I climbed out of bed and put some clothes on, my orange Camp Half-Blood t-shirt and a pair of khaki cargo shorts. My clock only read 11:30. If I hurry up, I can still catch a last-minute breakfast. I opened the cabin door, expecting to see the camp bustling with activity as usual, but something seemed off...

I walked outside and glanced around, and saw pretty much everyone in camp, including Chiron, standing around someone I couldn't make out, by Thalia's tree. Heading over there, I realized how serious this must be, because I even spotted Clovis and a few others from the Hypnos cabin. Normally they sleep in and wake up just in time for dinner. As I approached, Annabeth glanced at me with a troubled look on her face. She turned away too quickly before I could mouth out What's wrong? Suddenly, I heard Chiron boom, "Percy Jackson, come forward!" What the heck is going on? I wondered and stepped forward into the clearing where the campers had separated.

It took me a minute to analyze the situation. Drew was standing in a defensive position, soaked down to the core with water. That's when I realized how wet the ground was below me. In front of Drew was a girl that looked about 16. Her skin was pale, while her hair was jet black with a blue streak in the front. She looked about 5'6", and was skinny with a great figure. Drew was steaming, "This stupid bitch nearly killed me with 2,000 pounds of water!" The girl balled up her fists. "Right before you called me a gothic whore, you spoiled princess!"

Then she did something unexpected. Her arms lifted up around her head as a wall of water from the creek, hundreds of feet away, rushed to her aid and swirled above Drew as she screamed. All of the campers shifted back. Chiron interceded, "Aria! Release her!" Aria exhaled loudly as the wall of swirling water shot back into the forest and disappeared. I stood there with my mouth hanging open, until I felt Annabeth nudge my arm.

"Uh...," I stammered, "What in the name of Hades is going on here?" The girl looked at me with intimidating sea green eyes. "I'm Aria Jean London. I'm 16 years old, a daughter of Poseidon, and apparently, your sister.

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