A Boy With Sea-Green Eyes

Six months has passed. In this short amount of time Y/N discovered a lot of things, and almost all of her doubts were cleared. First of all, satyrs exist in most schools, of course, keeping a lookout for a potential half-blood.

In the camp, known as the Camp Half-Blood, the landscape was dotted with buildings that looked like ancient Greek architecture-an open-air pavilion, an amphitheater, a circular arena-except that they all looked brand new, their white marble columns sparkling in the sun. In a nearby sandpit, a dozen high school-age kids and satyrs played volleyball. Canoes glided across a small lake. Kids in bright orange T-shirts like Alex's were chasing each other around a cluster of cabins nestled in the woods. Some shot targets at an archery range. Others rode horses down a wooded trail, and some of their horses had wings.

There's Mount Olympus in Greece. And then there's the home of the gods, the convergence point of their powers, which did indeed used to be on Mount Olympus. It's still called Mount Olympus, out of respect to the old ways, but the palace moves. The gods move with the heart of the West. The only greek god she actually saw in person was the camp director Dionysus, or Mr. D in short. He's small, but porky. He had a red nose, big watery eyes, and curly hair so black it was almost purple, and he wore a tiger-pattern Hawaiian shirt. He offended his father a while back, took a fancy to a wood nymph who had been declared off-limits. The first time he was punished, it was prohibition for ten years. The second time he disobeyed, he was sent in Half-Blood Hill. And he was also thankfully, the person to warn her not to call the gods by their names.

There was a blond-haired girl, named Annabeth Chase who would often be seen leaning on the porch rail next to Mr. D and Chiron. She was the same age as Y/N, maybe a few inches taller, and a whole lot more athletic looking with her deep tan and her curly blond hair. Her eyes were startling gray, like storm clouds; pretty, but intimidating too, as if she were analyzing the best way to take someone down in a fight. She was the one often taking care of Y/N and mending her wounds whenever she got injured while training. She's just a camper, but she's been here longer than just about anybody. And whenever Y/N asked about why she was personally helping her, she would just look at her in pity.

Yes, eyes full of pity. She was used to it now. The most important question to her still remained unanswered. Apparently, after arriving in this camp, a half-blood is claimed by their godly parent within a few days. But that was not the case for Y/N. Six months has passed, and it felt like her parent wasn't going to claim her at all. She wasn't ready to give up though. After spending time at the camp, everyone had a good idea of who her father might be. But they didn't want to offend a god, so keeping their mouth shut was the best they could've done.

As much as she wanted to keep being strong, a part of her was still hurt. But nothing could come out of it by talking. The only people she actually talked to was Luke and Annabeth. Luke Castellan is the counsellor of the Hermes cabin, and one of the most friendly guy she ever met. And the only times she talked to Annabeth was during training or while getting healed, which she started performing on her own after a while. Alex went on in search of another potential half-blood so he wasn't really there. It's not like everyone ignored her and didn't talk to her. They all did, even if some of them (Ares cabin to be specific) were mean.

It's just that, there wasn't an exact group she fit in, even though the Apollo cabin kids were more than happy to include her in activities. She still had to stay in Cabin Eleven, with the other newcomers and undetermined kids. That was the Hermes Cabin, the god of travelers, and also god of thieves. She didn't have much except for the necessities that her step-father sent. He was sure to send their family picture and besides, these kids left her stuffs alone. She didn't have much to begin with.

Y/N discovered her abilities after a couple of weeks, and that's when everyone realized who her father might be. She trained with the people in Apollo cabin and a centaur named Chiron, and so far she's trained to be a pretty good archer and healer. Not the best, but definitely learning to be better at it. Music was the only thing that released her from all the stress and worries, but that also meant that when she was nervous, she started singing.

Like right now, there was a fight going on outside the camp and Y/N couldn't help but hum a tune. Annabeth said some demigod was supposed to be here and it would be the only solution for turning the bad weather into a good one. Some of the year-rounders- Luke and Clarisse, Annabeth and a few others took a field trip during winter solstice. That's when the gods have their big annual council. The weather got weird after their visit, as if the gods had started fighting. A couple of times, she has overheard satyrs talking and the only thing she knows is that something important was stolen. And if it isn't returned by summer solstice, there's going to be trouble.

The boy with jet black hair and sea green eyes was brought in and taken care of by Y/N at times, when Annabeth couldn't be there. She was curious about him, cause he looked like the same age as her but he just fought a Minotaur. It was kind of a big deal for her.

Annabeth would often ask questions to the boy about summer solstice and the stolen item but he would just mutter something and drop off to sleep. Y/N asked her a couple of times about it, but Annabeth looked like she didn't trust her yet. Or maybe it was just her overthinking and Chiron told Annabeth that the information is absolutely confidential.

Y/N felt it was cruel of Annabeth to immediately declare him as lucky to fight a Minotaur. Yes, a lot of demigods in the camp were eager to fight but according to what she heard from a sobbing Grover, he just lost his mother. Well, if you call bursting into light and disappearing as death. Maybe he would be happy to know that she wasn't exactly dead. But then again, it was just a guess and she didn't want to give him hope only to disappoint him later.

She knew how it felt to think everything will be fine and then get your hopes crushed.

[ TIME SKIP ]

"Hey, the new kid's coming in now. Is his bunk ready?" Annabeth asked barging in Cabin Eleven in the girl's section. Y/N closed her storybook and walked up to her.

"Yeah..I guess. How is he feeling?" she asked.

"Better? I don't know but he's the one I think," Annabeth replied.

"The one who knows about who stole what?"

"How...how do you know about it?"

"I just heard people talk."

"Okay," Annabeth said clearing her throat, "I don't feel that great keeping this from you. I mean, you're the one I talk to most after Luke."

"You talk with everyone," Y/N chuckled watching her. Annabeth was never that great when it came to talking about her feelings. It was like that with Luke too. She talked about him most of the time but, Y/N didn't want to jump to conclusions.

"You know what I mean," Annabeth clutched Y/N's hand and pulled her towards the exit, "Now come on. You guys should get introduced too."

"I-I mean there's no need to be honest," Y/N said blushing. She was kind of awkward when it came to talking to strangers. She felt like they would judge her like everyone else immediately.

"Oh shut up. You helped him get well too. Keep the book and follow me," Annabeth said and walked out, holding on to her own book.

It took them sometime to arrive because Chiron was giving Percy a tour of the summer camp. When they reached, Annabeth looked over at Percy critically, like she was still thinking about how much he drooled. Y/N heard complaints from her about it. The campers bowed down to Chiron respectfully.

"Well, then," Chiron said. "Good luck, Percy. I'll see you at dinner." He galloped away toward the archery range.

Annabeth cleared her throat and started speaking, "Let me introduce you to the other person who healed you," she pulled Y/N forward and continued, "Y/N Y/L/N."

"Hello," Percy said observing her for a while. He looked at her hair tied up in a ponytail as she answered him with a hand wave in return. Annabeth signalled him towards the cabin.

Percy stood in the doorway, looking at the kids.

"Well?" Annabeth prompted. "Go on. Y/N can explain more about the cabin to you later."

Percy tripped coming in the door. There were some snickers from the campers, but none of them said anything.

Annabeth announced, "Percy Jackson, meet cabin eleven."

"Regular or undetermined?" somebody asked.

Annabeth said, "Undetermined." Everybody groaned at that. There's wasn't much space but they had to make some room for him too.

Luke came forward and said, "Now, now, campers. That's what we're here for. Welcome, Percy. You can have that spot on the floor, right over there."

"This is Luke," Annabeth said, and her voice sounded different. Y/N glanced over and could've sworn she was blushing. This was exactly how Annabeth was. She found it difficult to tell that they are friends to people she was close to. Annabeth saw Percy looking at her, and her expression hardened again. "He's your counselor for now."

"For now?" Percy asked.

"You're undetermined," Luke explained patiently. "They don't know what cabin to put you in, so you're here. Cabin eleven takes all newcomers, all visitors. Naturally, we would. Hermes, our patron, is the god of travelers."

Percy looked at the tiny section of floor they'd given him. He had nothing to put there to mark it as his own, no luggage, no clothes, no sleeping bag. Just the Minotaur's horn. He thought about setting that down, but then remembered that Hermes was also the god of thieves. He then glanced at Y/N's face, who looked at him with eyes full of curiosity and maybe a little bit of amusement.

He looked around at the campers' faces, some sullen and suspicious, some grinning stupidly, some eyeing him as if they were waiting for a chance to pick his pockets. "How long will I be here?" He asked.

"Good question," Luke said. "Until you're determined."

"How long will that take?" He asked as the campers all laughed. Y/N shifted her weight to her left leg uncomfortably. He should know about it. Besides, she didn't think that he'll be left undetermined like her for months. Someone who defeated the Minotaur should be claimed. His parent must be proud right?

"Come on, I-" Annabeth looked at Y/N and said, "We'll show you the volleyball court."

"I've already seen it."

"Come on." She grabbed his wrist and dragged him outside. They could hear the kids of cabin eleven laughing behind him.

Y/N knew she was being told to join them. Again with the pity party. But it was better to join them than sit with these kids laughing it off. She didn't understand how some of them came in terms with the fact that they were unclaimed. It was like they got called in the camp, expecting to meet a bunch of new friends and leading a somewhat normal life but no. They were being disregarded and left out just like they were before.

She walked fast to catch up with the duo. Y/N thought of saying something before Annabeth lost her cool. She looked disappointed. Maybe she thought he's the one to solve this matter, but he wasn't. "Uh..sorry about that," Y/N said.

"Uh no worries but can you tell your friend to stop dragging me?" Percy said frowning at the blonde.

Y/N chuckled and said, "It doesn't work with her, trust me."

It felt like a breath of fresh air to Percy. Somehow Y/N's easy-going attitude managed to calm him down even for a little bit. After getting judgemental stares from everyone, she was the first one who talked to him normally.

"Sorry, what was your name again? Ouch-" Percy asked tripping on a stone as he was getting dragged by Annabeth, who seemed to not care if they were talking.

"My name is Y/N."