The Lightning Thief – Chapter 7: MY DINNER GOES UP IN SMOKE

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Word of the bathroom incident spread immediately. Wherever I went, campers pointed at me and murmured something about toilet water. Or maybe they were just staring at Annabeth, who was still pretty much dripping wet. 

  She showed me a few more places: the metal shop (where kids were forging their own swords), the arts-and-crafts room (where satyrs were sandblasting a giant marble statue of a goat-man), and the climbing wall, which actually consisted of two facing walls that shook violently, dropped boulders, sprayed lava, and clashed together if you didnt get to the top fast enough. 

  Finally we returned to the canoeing lake, where the trail led back to the cabins. 

  “Ive got training to do,” Annabeth said flatly. “Dinners at seven-thirty. Just follow your cabin to the mess hall. “

  “Annabeth, Im sorry about the toilets. “

  “Whatever. “

  “It wasnt my fault. “

  She looked at me skeptically, and I realized it was my fault. Id made water shoot out of the bathroom fixtures. I didnt understand how. But the toilets had responded to me. I had become one with the plumbing. 

  “You need to talk to the Oracle,” Annabeth said. 


  “Not who. What. The Oracle. Ill ask Chiron. “

  I stared into the lake, wishing somebody would give me a straight answer for once. 

  I wasnt expecting anybody to be looking back at me from the bottom, so my heart skipped a beat when I noticed two teenage girls sitting cross-legged at the base of the pier, about twenty feet below. They wore blue jeans and shimmering green T-shirts, and their brown hair floated loose around their shoulders as minnows darted in and out. They smiled and waved as if I were a long-lost friend. 

  I didnt know what else to do. I waved back. 

  “Dont encourage them,” Annabeth warned. “Naiads are terrible flirts. “

  “Naiads,” I repeated, feeling completely overwhelmed. “Thats it. I want to go home now. “

  Annabeth frowned. “Dont you get it, Percy? You are home. This is the only safe place on earth for kids like us. “

  “You mean, mentally disturbed kids?”

  “I mean not human. Not totally human, anyway. Half-human. “

  “Half-human and half-what?”

  “I think you know. “

  I didnt want to admit it, but I was afraid I did. I felt a tingling in my limbs, a sensation I sometimes felt when my mom talked about my dad. 

  “God,” I said. “Half-god. “

  Annabeth nodded. “Your father isnt dead, Percy. Hes one of the Olympians. “

  “Thats . . . crazy. “

  “Is it? Whats the most common thing gods did in the old stories? They ran around falling in love with humans and having kids with them. Do you think theyve changed their habits in the last few millennia?”

  “But those are just—” I almost said myths again. Then I remembered Chirons warning that in two thousand years, I might be considered a myth. “But if all the kids here are half-gods—”

  “Demigods,” Annabeth said. “Thats the official term. Or half-bloods. “

  “Then whos your dad?”

Her hands tightened around the pier railing. I got the feeling Id just trespassed on a sensitive subject. 

  “My dad is a professor at West Point,” she said. “I havent seen him since I was very small. He teaches American history. “

  “Hes human. “

  “What? You assume it has to be a male god who finds a human female attractive? How sexist is that?”

  “Whos your mom, then?”

  “Cabin six. “


  Annabeth straightened. “Athena. Goddess of wisdom and battle. “

  Okay, I thought. Why not?

  “And my dad?”

  “Undetermined,” Annabeth said, “like I told you before. Nobody knows. “

  “Except my mother. She knew. “

  “Maybe not, Percy. Gods dont always reveal their identities. “

  “My dad would have. He loved her. “

  Annabeth gave me a cautious look. She didnt want to burst my bubble. “Maybe youre right. Maybe hell send a sign. Thats the only way to know for sure: your father has to send you a signclaiming you as his son. Sometimes it happens. 

  “You mean sometimes it doesnt?”

  Annabeth ran her palm along the rail. “The gods are busy. They have a lot of kids and they dont always . . . Well, sometimes they dont care about us, Percy. They ignore us. “

  I thought about some of the kids Id seen in the Hermes cabin, teenagers who looked sullen and depressed, as if they were waiting for a call that would never come. Id known kids like that at YancyAcademy, shuffled off to boarding school by rich parents who didnt have the time to deal with them. But gods should behave better. 

  “So Im stuck here,” I said. “Thats it? For the rest of my life?”

  “It depends,” Annabeth said. “Some campers only stay the summer. If youre a child of Aphrodite or Demeter, youre probably not a real powerful force. The monsters might ignore you, so you can get by with a few months of summer training and live in the mortal world the rest of the year. But for some of us, its too dangerous to leave. Were year-rounders. In the mortal world, we attract monsters. They sense us. They come to challenge us. Most of the time, theyll ignore us until were old enough to cause trouble—about ten or eleven years old, but after that, most demigods either make their way here, or they get killed off. A few manage to survive in the outside world and become famous. Believe me, if I told you the names, youd know them. Some dont even realize theyre demigods. But very, very few are like that. “

  “So monsters cant get in here?”

  Annabeth shook her head. “Not unless theyre intentionally stocked in the woods or specially summoned by somebody on the inside. “

  “Why would anybody want to summon a monster?”

  “Practice fights. Practical jokes. “

  “Practical jokes?”

  “The point is, the borders are sealed to keep mortals and monsters out. From the outside, mortals look into the valley and see nothing unusual, just a strawberry farm. “

  “So . . . youre a year-rounder?”

  Annabeth nodded. From under the collar of her T-shirt she pulled a leather necklace with five clay beads of different colors. It was just like Lukes, except Annabeths also had a big gold ring strung on it, like a college ring. 

  “Ive been here since I was seven,” she said. “Every August, on the last day of summer session, you get a bead for surviving another year. Ive been here longer than most of the counselors, and theyre all in college. “

  “Why did you come so young?”

  She twisted the ring on her necklace. “None of your business. “

  “Oh. ” I stood there for a minute in uncomfortable silence. “So . . . I could just walk out of here right now if I wanted to?”

  “It would be suicide, but you could, with Mr. Ds or Chirons permission. But they wouldnt give permission until the end of the summer session unless . . . “


  “You were granted a quest. But that hardly ever happens. The last time . . . “

  Her voice trailed off. I could tell from her tone that the last time hadnt gone well. 

  “Back in the sick room,” I said, “when you were feeding me that stuff—”

  “Ambrosia. “

  “Yeah. You asked me something about the summer solstice. “

  Annabeths shoulders tensed. “So you do know something?”

  “Well. . . no. Back at my old school, I overheard Grover and Chiron talking about it. Grover mentioned the summer solstice. He said something like we didnt have much time, because of the deadline. What did that mean?”

  She clenched her fists. “I wish I knew. Chiron and the satyrs, they know, but they wont tell me. Something is wrong in Olympus, something pretty major. Last time I was there, everything seemed so normal. “

  “Youve been to Olympus?”

  “Some of us year-rounders—Luke and Clarisse and I and a few others—we took a field trip during winter solstice. Thats when the gods have their big annual council. “

  “But. . . how did you get there?”

  “The Long Island Railroad, of course. You get off at Penn Station. EmpireStateBuilding, special elevator to the six hundredth floor. ” She looked at me like she was sure I must know this already. “You are a New Yorker, right?”

  “Oh, sure. ” As far as I knew, there were only a hundred and two floors in the EmpireStateBuilding, but I decided not to point that out. 

  “Right after we visited,” Annabeth continued, “the weather got weird, as if the gods had started fighting. A couple of times since, Ive overheard satyrs talking. The best I can figure out is that something important was stolen. And if it isnt returned by summer solstice, theres going to be trouble. When you came, I was hoping . . . I mean— Athena can get along with just about anybody, except for Ares. And of course shes got the rivalry with Poseidon. But, I mean, aside from that, I thought we could work together. I thought you might know something. “

  I shook my head. I wished I could help her, but I felt too hungry and tired and mentally overloaded to ask any more questions. 

  “Ive got to get a quest,” Annabeth muttered to herself. “Im not too young. If they would just tell me the problem . . . “

  I could smell barbecue smoke coming from somewhere nearby. Annabeth mustve heard my stomach growl. She told me to go on, shed catch me later. I left her on the pier, tracing her finger across the rail as if drawing a battle plan. 

  Back at cabin eleven, everybody was talking and horsing around, waiting for dinner. For the first time, I noticed that a lot of the campers had similar features: sharp noses, upturned eyebrows, mischievous smiles. They were the kind of kids that teachers would peg as troublemakers. Thankfully, nobody paid much attention to me as I walked over to my spot on the floor and plopped down with my minotaur horn. . . . . . 

  The counselor, Luke, came over. He had the Hermes family resemblance, too. It was marred by that scar on his right cheek, but his smile was intact. 

  “Found you a sleeping bag,” he said. “And here, I stole you some toiletries from the camp store. “

  I couldnt tell if he was kidding about the stealing part. 

  I said, “Thanks. “

  “No prob. ” Luke sat next to me, pushed his back against the wall. “Tough first day?”

  “I dont belong here,” I said. “I dont even believe in gods. “

  “Yeah,” he said. “Thats how we all started. Once you start believing in them? It doesnt get any easier. “

  The bitterness in his voice surprised me, because Luke seemed like a pretty easygoing guy. He looked like he could handle just about anything. 

  “So your dad is Hermes?” I asked. 

  He pulled a switchblade out of his back pocket, and for a second I thought he was going to gut me, but he just scraped the mud off the sole of his sandal. “Yeah. Hermes. “

  “The wing-footed messenger guy. “

  “Thats him. Messengers. Medicine. Travelers, merchants, thieves. Anybody who uses the roads. Thats why youre here, enjoying cabin elevens hospitality. Hermes isnt picky about who he sponsors. “

  I figured Luke didnt mean to call me a nobody. He just had a lot on his mind. 

  “You ever meet your dad?” I asked. 

  “Once. “

  I waited, thinking that if he wanted to tell me, hed tell me. Apparently, he didnt. I wondered if the story had anything to do with how he got his scar. 

  Luke looked up and managed a smile. “Dont worry about it, Percy. The campers here, theyre mostly good people. After all, were extended family, right? We take care of each other. “

  He seemed to understand how lost I felt, and I was grateful for that, because an older guy like him—even if he was a counselor—shouldve steered clear of an uncool middle-schooler like me. But Luke had welcomed me into the cabin. Hed even stolen me some toiletries, which was the nicest thing anybody had done for me all day. 

  I decided to ask him my last big question, the one that had been bothering me all afternoon. “Clarisse, from Ares, was joking about me being Big Three material. Then Annabeth . . . twice, she said I might be the one. She said I should talk to the Oracle. What was that all about?”

  Luke folded his knife. “I hate prophecies. “

  “What do you mean?”

  His face twitched around the scar. “Lets just say I messed things up for everybody else. The last two years, ever since my trip to the Garden of the Hesperides went sour, Chiron hasnt allowed any more quests. Annabeths been dying to get out into the world. She pestered Chiron so much he finally told her he already knew her fate. Hed had a prophecy from the Oracle. He wouldnt tell her the whole thing, but he said Annabeth wasnt destined to go on a quest yet. She had to wait until. . . somebody special came to the camp. “

  “Somebody special?”

  “Dont worry about it, kid,” Luke said. “Annabeth wants to think every new camper who comes through here is the omen shes been waiting for. Now, come on, its dinnertime. “

  The moment he said it, a horn blew in the distance. Somehow, I knew it was a conch shell, even though Id never heard one before. 

  Luke yelled, “Eleven, fall in!”

  The whole cabin, about twenty of us, filed into the commons yard. We lined up in order of seniority, so of course I was dead last. Campers came from the other cabins, too, except for the three empty cabins at the end, and cabin eight, which had looked normal in the daytime, but was now starting to glow silver as the sun went down. 

  We marched up the hill to the mess hall pavilion. Satyrs joined us from the meadow. Naiads emerged from the canoeing lake. A few other girls came out of the woods— and when I say out of the woods, I mean straight out of the woods. I saw one girl, about nine or ten years old, melt from the side of a maple tree and come skipping up the hill. 

  In all, there were maybe a hundred campers, a few dozen satyrs, and a dozen assorted wood nymphs and naiads. 

  At the pavilion, torches blazed around the marble columns. A central fire burned in a bronze brazier the size of a bathtub. Each cabin had its own table, covered in white cloth trimmed in purple. Four of the tables were empty, but cabin elevens was way overcrowded. I had to squeeze on to the edge of a bench with half my butt hanging off. 

  I saw Grover sitting at table twelve with Mr. D, a few satyrs, and a couple of plump blond boys who looked just like Mr. D. Chiron stood to one side, the picnic table being way too small for a centaur. 

Annabeth sat at table six with a bunch of serious-looking athletic kids, all with her gray eyes and honey-blond hair. 

  Clarisse sat behind me at Aress table. Shed apparently gotten over being hosed down, because she was laughing and belching right alongside her friends. 

  Finally, Chiron pounded his hoof against the marble floor of the pavilion, and everybody fell silent. He raised a glass. “To the gods!”

  Everybody else raised their glasses. “To the gods!”

  Wood nymphs came forward with platters of food: grapes, apples, strawberries, cheese, fresh bread, and yes, barbecue! My glass was empty, but Luke said, “Speak to it. Whatever you want—nonalcoholic, of course. “

  I said, “Cherry Coke. “

  The glass filled with sparkling caramel liquid. 

  Then I had an idea. “Blue Cherry Coke. “

  The soda turned a violent shade of cobalt. 

  I took a cautious sip. Perfect. . . . . . 

  I drank a toast to my mother. 

  Shes not gone, I told myself. Not permanently, anyway. Shes in the Underworld. And if thats a real place, then someday. . . 

  “Here you go, Percy,” Luke said, handing me a platter of smoked brisket. 

  I loaded my plate and was about to take a big bite when I noticed everybody getting up, carrying their plates toward the fire in the center of the pavilion. I wondered if they were going for dessert or something. 

  “Come on,” Luke told me. 

  As I got closer, I saw that everyone was taking a portion of their meal and dropping it into the fire, the ripest strawberry, the juiciest slice of beef, the warmest, most buttery roll. 

  Luke murmured in my ear, “Burnt offerings for the gods. They like the smell. “

  “Youre kidding. “

  His look warned me not to take this lightly, but I couldnt help wondering why an immortal, all-powerful being would like the smell of burning food. 

  Luke approached the fire, bowed his head, and tossed in a cluster of fat red grapes. “Hermes. “

  I was next. 

  I wished I knew what gods name to say. 

  Finally, I made a silent plea. Whoever you are, tell me. Please. 

  I scraped a big slice of brisket into the flames. 

  When I caught a whiff of the smoke, I didnt gag. 

  It smelled nothing like burning food. It smelled of hot chocolate and fresh-baked brownies, hamburgers on the grill and wildflowers, and a hundred other good things that shouldnt have gone well together, but did. I could almost believe the gods could live off that smoke. 

  When everybody had returned to their seats and finished eating their meals, Chiron pounded his hoof again for our attention. 

  Mr. D got up with a huge sigh. “Yes, I suppose Id better say hello to all you brats. Well, hello. Our activities director, Chiron, says the next capture the flag is Friday. Cabin five presently holds the laurels. “

  A bunch of ugly cheering rose from the Ares table. 

  “Personally,” Mr. D continued, “I couldnt care less, but congratulations. Also, I should tell you that we have a new camper today. Peter Johnson. “

  Chiron murmured something. 

  “Er, Percy Jackson,” Mr. D corrected. “Thats right. Hurrah, and all that. Now run along to your silly campfire. Go on. “

  Everybody cheered. We all headed down toward the amphitheater, where Apollos cabin led a sing-along. We sang camp songs about the gods and ate smores and joked around, and the funny thing was, I didnt feel that anyone was staring at me anymore. I felt that I was home. 

  Later in the evening, when the sparks from the campfire were curling into a starry sky, the conch horn blew again, and we all filed back to our cabins. I didnt realize how exhausted I was until I collapsed on my borrowed sleeping bag. 

  My fingers curled around the Minotaurs horn. I thought about my mom, but I had good thoughts: her smile, the bedtime stories she would read me when I was a kid, the way she would tell me not to let the bedbugs bite. 

  When I closed my eyes, I fell asleep instantly. 

  That was my first day at CampHalf-Blood. 

  I wish Id known how briefly I would get to enjoy my new home. 

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