The Life of Zander Hamilton

After training with Percy I headed to my cabin to wait until lunch came around. When I got inside I went through my every day Stoll brothers prank protection plan, they are the masters of prank.

Step one: watch where you step. You never know if they put some kind trap under the floorboards that grabs your leg and throws you all the way to the lake.
Step two: always shake out your sleeping bag. That way, any insect or small monster they put in there will fall out before it can bite you in the butt. If you make it this far you should be okay. If you still don’t feel safe that was what step three is for. Never fall asleep until you know for sure that everybody else is asleep. I have failed this step. I spent the rest of the next day with “Stolls Rock” written all over my face.

Once I finished my checklist I sat on my sleeping bag and went through my stuff to make sure none of it was stolen. I still had my sword, nothing really special about it, just your average celestial bronze two-and-a-half foot long Greek Xiphos. I also still had my bronze ring that turns into my three foot in diameter bronze shield. I found it a couple years ago while bringing a kid all the way from Oregon back to camp. We ran into some Hellhounds and after a long and painful battle, only thing left was this little ring so I decided to keep it. It wasn’t until recently that I discovered that if I flicked my fingers just right it would transformed into a shield.

When the time for lunch did come, I sat at the far end our cabins table. Away from everybody, I was the outsider in our cabin and was picked on and pranked the most. I sat alone, looking at the other cabins. I wondered what it was like to have a cabin full of your brothers and sisters instead of people you have almost no relation to. Evan Percy has someone to talk and laugh with at his table. Even though he is not human, Percy does have a half-brother. His name is Tyson and he is half son of Poseidon and half Cyclops.

I stood up to leave after I had finished eating, but unfortunately I had to walk past the Ares cabin to get to the stairs. I was about three feet from the stairs and some jerk stuck his foot out and tripped me and I fell down the stairs. This happened most of the time so I just stood back up while everybody laughed at me and walked away.

After that, walking back to the Hermes cabin, I was met halfway by my least favorite people in the world, Peter Pugsley and his goons. Or as I call them, the Pugsley Pals. There were only four of them but they were huge. They were sons of Ares and their favorite thing to do was hurt people smaller than them, which is pretty much everybody. He was twenty-one and about 6’10” which didn’t help me at all.

He stopped me by punching me in the chest knocking almost all the air out of my lungs.

“How’s it going, Hamilton?” he said with an evil Joker grin on his face.

After a couple of seconds I finally caught enough of my breath to respond, “I’d be better if I didn’t have to look at your ugly mug. Plus…” at this point I turned and ran. Where I was going I had no idea, I just wanted to avoid a beating.

I ran for what felt like an hour before I had an idea to run into the blacksmith shop and lock the door behind me until I could maybe ask a son of Hephaestus if he could help me somehow.

I made it to the blacksmith shop and locked the door and looked around to see if anybody was there. Of course, with my luck, nobody was in. The Pugsley Pals were now banging on the door and I knew I had maybe a couple minutes before they got through. I saw some small ball bearings in a box in the corner and thought that they would leave one heck of welt if launched at high speeds. I thought for a second before I had a design.

My hands worked furiously while time ticked by quickly. When I finished I took a step back to look at what I built. I came up with a design that worked like a paint ball gun. CO2 canister attached to the back and a container for the ball bearings on the top. I ran to the box in the corner grabbed a couple handfuls and loaded them into the gun. I had just finished loading when the door finally gave way to the constant pounding. I pointed the barrel in Peters’ direction and pulled the trigger and closed my eyes while I waited for the thing to explode in my hands. When it didn’t I was shocked that it actually worked and was now launching little metal pellets at my pursuers.

I laughed at the fact that I actually made something that worked in a matter of minutes. With my new weapon, I turned the tables and was now chasing them pelting them with pellets until they ran into the Ares cabin. I stood outside the cabin and yelled at them.

“That’s right Peter. Hide in your little bunker of safety, because the hunted has become the hunter.” I wasn’t sure if he could hear me, but it felt good to be on the other side of this situation.

Notes

I finally got to a point of my story that things probably won't change. Plus, I didn't think you guys would like it this much. So Thanks. Hope you guys liked this chapter because it's the beginning of the more interesting parts.

Thanks guys.
Bubba Boy