Chiron is cleared, all charges acquitted!

You block several choppy slashes from a relatively new camper who seems to be a son of... Hermes? You honestly have no idea as many of the children of minor gods were stuffed into the Hermes cabin.

Which was bullshit in your humble opinion.

A god was a god and deserved their own cabin, ‘minor’ or not. It’s probably one of the things that pushed people like Hermes’ son and the minor gods to the Titan’s side. To be considered unimportant even as a god? And then even less so because you’re the demigod child of one of the ‘minor’ gods? You apparently are only slightly better than ‘mortals’ (who are still people, not unimportant trash). It’d piss anyone off that even as a god they are considered unremarkable. People crave love and affection, it’s hardwired into out mentality as technically we are pack animals. As much of a ‘privilege’ it was to be a son of the big three, it only emphasized how all the demigods have to go through the school of hard knocks.

Either way the camper isn’t terribly skilled but is enthusiastic to learn how to fight so you gently instruct him as much as you can (not that you would have been any better if you hadn’t taken the skill boost). You had originally wanted to spar with someone more advanced so that you get stronger with some more tricks under your belt, but you were right about your ‘spar’ with the Ares’ camper consequences. You saw a camper looking wary as you approached him and offered a spar, which he reluctantly accepted. You really don’t approve of the whole ‘maim someone and you don’t get dessert’ rule, so rather than cut him, you tap at his openings with the flat of your weapon. When he swings you grab his wrist and tug him off balance before you tap the flat of your blade against his shoulder. He pales as he realizes you could’ve kill him or at least maimed him seriously.

“Be careful of overextending on your strike.” You instruct, releasing him before dropping your ready stance, “Your swings need to be controlled and precise but strong. You swing too hard and a monster isn’t dead? It could sink its claws, teeth, or whatever miscellaneous body part or tool it has to kill demigods into your body and you’ll be too off balance to counter or block.”

He looks at his arm and rolls it, “Want to go again?”

You smile, “You think you can keep up?”

He nods, smiling fiercely, “Yeah.”

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You absently stretch after some more time sparring, you mended some of the holes in Terry’s — the camper’s namer — skills and overall feel pretty good as Tantalus seems to be less inclined to deal with you given how you haven’t seen hide or hair of the criminal. Still you wish he wasn’t here at all, given the fact he hates absolutely everyone. Of the many decisions that the gods have made — and you are secure in the knowledge that some of them may have been absolutely bad as some of your school’s literature classes had you research about the greek gods (book only thankfully, you were glad you never had the chance to see exactly how demigods and technology don’t mix) — you can’t help but feel as though this may have been one of the worst.

You sigh and decide to go to the creek, as much as the thought makes you uncomfortable with what could happen. You have to master this burst of libido one way or another, and if there are any more spirits that want a round...

Well, you’ll have to decline.

You make your way to the creek burbling and close your eyes, feeling the water nearby marginally effect your body with an excited buzz. You raise your hands and direct the water as though conducting an orchestra, hands and fingers weaving a complex melody. Water streams though the air before coalescing into a large orb, held aloft by your will as you note the slight tug in your gut. You ignore the sensation and have the water in the orb erupt into a shower of raindrops swirling around you. Surprisingly the water disperses into a hurricane and whirls and you were the eye of a personalized mini-hurricane that tore at the world around you.

You gaze at the storm in awe, observing how strong it is before you decide to test it. You run around the area, laughing as the storm continues to center on you, protecting you from any incoming attacks. The ground crumbles around you as clods of dirt and water are displaced from your storm. You finally stop running and let out a breath before you realize you are breathing way too hard for a simple jog. Jagged pain breaks through the haze of exhilaration and you eyes widen as your stomach feels as though someone it trying to pull out your insides from your abdomen. You drop the storm and while the strain immediately lessens you are still aching in pain and exhaustion.

With a gasp you fall to your knees and cough as the world spins around you sickeningly. You raggedly **** breaths into your lungs and crawl to the water only to collapse into it. You close your eyes as the water soothes the exhaustion away in a rush of energy and you simply rest for a moment before you push yourself back to your feet. You look to the area you had been running around in and see the ground has been disturbed and there is a path of furrowed earth and water where you had been running.

You didn’t know you could do that.

Wow.

Even so, you don’t plan to do that again until you are stronger or have a better field, in a manner of minutes you nearly passed out. However you are in a creek or river and now would be a great time to practice. With that intention set, you wade into the middle of the river and close your eyes, once again tugging at the water vapor and even trying to yank at the air. A storm began to materialize and you grit your teeth as the strain immediately makes itself known, growing in discomfort even through the water revitalizing you. The water helps you maintain it — there isn’t any doubt about it helping — but the storm you created is powerful and is probably one the higher tiers of sheer damage output you’ve ever created. You can’t keep it going indefinitely so instead you let it ebb when the strain grows too far outside your tolerance and push more into it when you feel better.

Even so you don’t neglect some other manipulations of water, watery limbs and jet cutters when the exhilaration of conjuring storms looses some of its novelty.

You don’t leave for sometime.

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You slide into your seat at lunch and pretend to look at your food as you sneak a peak at Tantalus, who seems to be trying to catch a burger by using both of his hands to trap it. It’s pretty funny how focused he is on it, considering he hasn’t eaten in centuries, plus you can’t help the vindictive desire to laugh. Melanie had heard the sounds of your storm and watched as you directed the water for a while before calling out and pulling you away with a soft kiss and promises of lunch. She wants to sit with you but you cautioned against her inviting trouble with Tantalus looking for kids to pick on. She gleefully replies that ever since he has been bothering you, you had seemed close to snapping, and regardless of the other campers looks you still try to help the new campers. That counted for something and several campers had been messing with him like Stephanie causing plants to trip him, owls shitting on him, and getting caught in ‘accidental’ Hermes’ projects.

He seems to have backed off to investigate who is the main cause for his even worse fortune but you are under no delusions in regards to what’ll happen if someone prods the volatile madman and is too overt.

You finish a salad and are about to start on a soup when a an mass image literally forms straight in front of Dionysus and you see Percy, (the presumed) Annabeth, Tyson, and a saytr surrounded by monsters and a older blonde guy with a scar across his face. Several people gasp and stumble away and even Dionysus seemed a bit taken aback (Tantalus is more interested in his food). The man growls in an almost frustrated tone why is Percy making him repeat himself over the poisoning of Thalia’s tree. The camp is silent but the mixed amusement, fear, and anger is clear from the entire dining pavilion.

When Percy points it out to the man and he whirls in surprise, Dionysus sighs and cocks his head as he responds, “Well I suppose it wasn’t Chiron. I suppose we should invite him back, I do miss the old horse’s pinochle games.”

Almost immediately the burger in Tantalus hands stops moving and he grasps it in wonder.

“I caught it!” He cackled madly, “I finally caught it!”

Dionysus turns to him and you can see the glint of amusement in his eyes, “Well, I suppose your services will no longer be needed since our old councilor will return.”

Tantalus panics and desperately bring the burger to his mouth only to dissolve with a cry of, “NOOOOOOOOO—”

The burger falls to the table as the man is presumably sent back to hell or hades or wherever he came from. The camp is silent for a moment before cheering with wild abandon, everybody laughing and screaming with glee. You cackle like a madman and begin to laugh when you feel Melanie grab you around the waist in a hug before she laughs with you as you hug her back tightly. You turn to give the mist a smile only to freeze at the rage in the blond man’s eyes. With a roar of anger he slashes a black and gold blade through the mist and it dissolves. You panic as you realize Percy had probably shattered all of the dude’s plans and he is alone surrounded by monsters with only three people as backup.

Oh hell.

You feel a wave of despondency hit you as you may have just lost your brother.