CHAPTER FOUR.
the rise of a forbidden child

     THE NIGHT before their weekly Capture the Flag games were always Feyre Blanchard's favourite kind of nights.

Seeing all twelve cabins come together (figuratively since not all cabins were occupied by Demigod children), all of them sitting around a bonfire, and others talking in groups in the distance, but remaining in the same proximity as each other without tearing one another apart. The burning hot flames burned bright, the red, orange and yellow flames dancing violently around each other, becoming entangled. The flames illuminated the faces of the joyful campmates who would talk, laugh, and some would even dance while the Apollo cabin played a few songs to fill the silence.

It was Alina's turn to entertain the camp this week, leading the performance with her old busted up guitar that she brought herself before she came to camp resting on her lap. She would pick at the strings, creating a blissful and whimsical tune that would catch the camp's attention. And when Alina opened her mouth to sing, it was like a chorus of beautiful songbirds came flying out, rolling off her tongue into the hot summer air. Alina was arguably the best singer from the Apollo cabin. Whenever she used the power of her voice, anyone lingering in her proximity would freeze and listen with peace and tranquility in their eyes.

Even Ares kids admired the girl from afar while her angelic voice flooded the air. Feyre was surprised to see they were actually enjoying themselves instead of sitting in a tight group in the shadows somewhere. But the bonfire was always a great success nonetheless. It was nights like this one — seeing everyone come together regardless of what god or goddess they were a descendant from and come together as one camp.

     Feyre Blanchard found herself caught up in a conversation with Chris Rodriguez from cabin eleven, who also happened to be another close friend and brother of Luke's as they were both son's of Hermes. Feyre always got along with the boy. The only time they didn't meet eye to eye was when she beat him in a one on one duel. Chris was bitter for days before Luke made them talk it out. But it was always more for his own sake than their's, not wanting to be torn between his two best friends. They all looked back on those days and smiled, remembering how childish it was to be sulking over something so small.

     However, Feyre was forced to cut the conversation short when she looked to her left to see Percy Jackson sitting alone on a bench a few feet away from the bonfire. Feyre grew sympathetic and stared at the younger boy with a pair of sad eyes. It lasted for a few short moments before Feyre turned her attention back to Chris, and explained she would be right back. The boy nodded his head and regrouped with a few other kids from his cabin. This allowed Feyre to walk over towards Percy, a warm smile etched at the corners of her lips, and a kind look burning in her eyes as she continued to approach him.

     When Percy noticed the familiar sight of the older girl, the boy forced a sheepish grin of his own, watching as she took a seat next to him. Feyre looked around her surroundings for a moment in search for a familiar Satyr before she parted her lips to speak. "No Grover?" She questioned.

     Percy shook his head. "He had somewhere to be. Satyr stuff," He answered. The boy then shrugged his shoulders and Feyre shot him another look.

"Well, unlucky for you, you have me to keep you company," Feyre joked, and Percy couldn't resist the urge to smile again. Then he thought back to what Luke had said to him earlier that day and he was right — Feyre does have this effect on people. She could light up an entire room and bring joy into people's hearts with little to no effort. It kind of reminded him of his mom, and it made him miss her even more.

     Feyre picked up on this. She didn't know what was troubling the boy, but she didn't want to pry unless he gave her an opening to talk about whatever it was that seemed to be troubling him. So she gave the boy a gentle nudge. "So, how are you finding your first bonfire?" She asked, a glimmer of curiosity dancing around her eyes as she nodded towards the burning flames, rays of light illuminating their faces in a bright orange hue.

Percy remained silent for a moment while he looked around, nodding his head. "It's very enlightening for the most part. So you guys do this every night before a Capture the Flag game?" He then asked, lifting his gaze to meet Feyre's again.

     "Kinda..." Feyre trailed off, coming to a brief pause. "We have bonfires whenever we want but we always have one the night before a big Capture the Flag game. I mean, it's not everyday you fight your fellow campmates to the death, am I right?" She explained in a jokingly manner, her choice of words being enough to make Percy's smile falter, his expression dropping completely. "Percy, I was joking."

     Feyre's words of affirmation caused for Percy to laugh nervously, shaking his head. "Yeah. I knew that," He muttered, looking down at the ground, but Feyre wasn't convinced as she began to chuckle quietly.

The air grew stiff with silence as it began to flood the air surrounding the duo sitting together on the bench. Feyre stared longingly into the burning flames displayed in front of her eyes. There was this strange foreboding feeling that formed in the pit of her stomach, like something was making an attempt to twist her insides into knots caused by the endless motions of anxiety that poured into her bloodstream. She could only guess it was because she finally allowed it to dawn on her that she was sitting next to the boy that would be there for her when she met her end. An end she was fighting every tooth and nail to avoid.

     And most nights Feyre would have allowed that anxiety to rip her apart into two. No, she told herself. She wouldn't let her endless string of constant worrying about her future trouble her this time. Feyre wanted one night — one night where she didn't force herself to think deeply about her fate. Tonight she would live carefree and act as if the claws of death weren't digging their way into her shoulder. It was always a difficulty, but Feyre reassured herself. She would persevere and leave her worries in the dark until after the game tomorrow.

     So the girl swallowed the thick lump lodged in the back of her throat before she parted her lips to speak. However, Percy beat her to the punch, filling the empty void of silence with his voice. "Does all of this get easier?" Percy asked her, an inkling of desperation dripping from his voice, appearing to be a lot more serious than before when Feyre glanced back at the curly haired boy.

Feyre understood Percy, his feelings and the wave of emotions he must've been feeling. A few days ago he was just an average kid, and now he was being thrown into a world of greek mythology — a world that no one even knew existed unless they were a part of it. It was confusing, strange, and downright bizarre. To add onto Percy's pain, his mother had just died getting him to the camp meant to keep him safe. Feyre never had to experience that kind of loss. She knew plenty of people who had lost their parents, and the girl only hoped she would never have to experience it herself. Despite their current issues, Feyre's mom was her rock. To lose her was to lose herself all the same.

So although Feyre never understood the pain of losing her mortal parent, let alone fathom that feeling of overwhelming loss, the thought alone was enough to pull at her heart strings and make her chest cavity ache with sadness. And it was in that moment Feyre knew Percy needed her words of reassurance more than ever.

The girl let out a sigh. "It's scary at first. I mean, a world where monsters and Greek Gods exist is bound to be terrifying, right?" She asked in a rhetorical manner, a half smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "But once you get used to being here...make friends, which is a lot easier than making friends in the mortal world, this place isn't actually as bad as it might seem. I mean, it's not perfect. But it's home." She explained, gesturing towards her surroundings.

     Percy was quiet for a moment, nodding his head, but Feyre could tell he was still uncertain. That was until he decided to speak. "Earlier today...you said that even if I'm not claimed by my father I'll be okay in cabin eleven with Luke. You put a lot of faith in him...Why?" He inquired, raising a brow with a curious look evident in his ocean, blue eyes.

     Feyre smile seemed to grow when she thought back to Luke and the day they first met and everything that seemingly followed after that memorable day. Feyre was convinced she wouldn't have survived a single day in camp if it wasn't for him. You could say she gave her best friend too much credit, but she would tell you it was the simple truth. Feyre struggled to adjust to her life after finding out she was a Demigod child. Everything she knew had soon become one big fabricated lie, and now she was forced to navigate a whole new chapter of her life without the only person she's ever known — her mom. Meeting Luke when she did was more than a blessing in disguise. It was her saving grace.

Feyre let out a quiet chuckle. "I was like you...scared and confused. I mean, one minute I was just some average girl living an average life, and then the next minute I wasn't that normal girl anymore. When my mom sat me down and said I was the child of a Greek God I wanted to laugh in her face. But it was the truth, then I came to camp and I never saw her again because staying here would keep me safe. We still stayed in contact but I felt completely and utterly alone." She elaborated, swallowing thickly when she thought about her mother.

     "And then I was put in cabin eleven where I met Luke. I was so scared. I didn't talk to anyone and I didn't want to. I think Luke understood that and he didn't push me to open myself up to people," Feyre paused, inhaling sharply before she exhaled again. "My first night in camp I was sleeping on the floor in a sleeping bag...still afraid. Luke...he didn't even hesitant to take his blanket and pillow, throw them onto the floor and sleep next to me for the entire night. We didn't even sleep much. We just talked until we both drifted off. For the first time I felt seen, understood, safe with who I am and this whole other part of my life I didn't even know existed."

     Feyre then let out a quiet sigh past her lips, her smile faltering for a split second, but it quickly returned as she began to speak once again. "He showed me around. Looked out for me. Then I was claimed by Apollo two weeks later and I went right back to square one. I packed my things and went into this whole new cabin with groups of people that were meant to be my siblings, but they were still total strangers to me. I felt alone all over again," Feyre spoke woefully, looking down.

     Percy nodded because in a strange sense he understood. He had seen Feyre with her siblings, her sisters more specifically, and knew she was close with them in a way family traditionally would be. However, back then it had to have been hard to meet new people and accept them as family when she had only just met them. Percy knew he hadn't been claimed yet and didn't really have anyone to call his brother or sister. But being thrown into cabin eleven with a bunch of strangers was far from comfortable, that much he knew for sure.

     Feyre lifted her gaze, letting out a soft and innocent giggle past her lips. Percy stared at the older girl for a moment, his eyes analysing her closely to see she was looking at someone specific. His gaze followed the path of her's only to find Feyre was staring at Luke, who was talking with Chris Rodriguez and few of his siblings from Hermes cabin. That was when he heard the girl speak. "My first night in cabin seven, Luke found a way to sneak himself in and he stayed with me for the entire night. Once again we didn't sleep. We just talked until the sun came up the next morning. My bunk mates weren't too pleased to see him lying on the floor of the cabin next morning, but we didn't care."

Percy cracked a small smile when he heard the story — the foundation of what sounded like a beautiful friendship between two individuals. "You asked me how I know you'll be okay with Luke? It's because he looks out for the campers here...no matter which godly parent they're from," Feyre nudged Percy, causing for the boy to look back at her once again. "It might be hard to understand now, but once you find that person who you can connect with, it gets so much easier. Friends make all of this easier," She reassured the boy, the same old comforting smile etched at the corners of her lips.

     Feyre's eyes softened as she continued to stare at the curly haired boy. Then she placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. "And I'm really sorry about your mom. Plenty of kids here have lost their mortal parent because of monsters, but nothing like how you lost yours. It's tough," She apologised, empathy gliding around her gaze like swimming pools.

     "Thank you, Feyre," Percy replied. There was a look of gratitude plastered across his pale complexion, a faint smile full of appreciation ghosting across his lips in the process.

Feyre spared the boy one last reassuring look before she nodded her head. "Now this is your first bonfire and we want to make it as memorable as possible. So although Grover isn't around you can still go and make friends," She informed, changing the topic to a lighter subject matter.

Percy chuckled quietly, shaking his head before he began to look around at the dozens of campers swarmed together in groups. "Well, who seems the most approachable?" He asked. There was a mix of mischief and suspicion laced in his voice, almost like he was trying to challenge the older girl.

     Feyre gladly accepted the challenge, and in response she scanned her eyes over her familiar surroundings. She picked out many familiar faces from various different cabins and backgrounds, trying to think who would be the easiest for Percy to introduce himself to. That was when Feyre spotted Delia sitting alone underneath a tree far out from the rest of the crowd of chattering teenagers. Feyre stared at her sister with a sympathetic stare for a moment, knowing it has always been difficult for Delia to make friends her own age since she first arrived at camp almost a year ago.

     Feyre believed a little bit of meddling in her sister's lack of friendships wouldn't do anyone any harm. So she nodded her head towards Delia. "Well, Delia would be a good place to start. She's kind, and she's a big fan of you since you killed that Minotaur," She suggested, gesturing towards the girl sitting all on her lonesome in the far distance.

Percy stared at the unfamiliar girl for a moment. He remembered seeing her up on the hill earlier the same day. Feyre was teaching her to shoot from a bow and arrow, meaning they must been close. "She seems cool," Percy agreed.

"I know, she is," Feyre replied, smiling at the girl from afar. "She's my little sister, and she could really use a friend."

Percy turned his attention back to Feyre again. The pair exchanged a series of looks before Percy cleared his throat, nodding his head. "Okay, wish me luck," The boy sighed, standing up from the bench before he began to walk over towards where Delia was sitting alone.

     Feyre watched as Percy stopped in front of the girl for a moment before he took a seat next to Delia. She appeared stunned at first, but the second they started exchanging words with each other, Feyre saw the smiles on both Delia's and Percy's faces. That was when she felt this relief wash over her, pleased to see Percy was beginning to settle in a little more into camp, and that her sister may have possibly found a friend — her first real friend since she walked past the protective border into camp a year ago.

     And maybe. . . Just maybe, Percy Jackson coming to camp will offer more good than bad after all.

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     As much as Feyre Blanchard enjoyed the weekly Capture the Flag games, what she didn't enjoy was standing around in the blazing sunlight, dressed in her battle armour that hugged her body so tightly sometimes that it almost felt like she couldn't breathe. It was never a usual occurrence that filled her with dread. But it was safe to say metal armour wasn't built to be worn in the middle of summer where she was standing underneath the sun beating hard against her olive skin, making her veins throb as her heart pumped blood around her body, the sound of her blood rushing through her body pounding against her skull.

     It made Feyre want to curse her father for allowing the sun to warm the earth's atmosphere to the point where she felt like she would burst into flames at any moment.

     So there she stood in the middle of the woods with the rest of her team, dressed in her armour with the colour blue smeared across the bronze chest plate covering the upper half of her body. Feyre wore a helmet over her head, blue horsehair plumes sticking out of the top to further display what team she was on. The burning heat coming from the sun caused for a few beads of sweat to form across her forehead and stick to her skin. Feyre sighed, her clammy hands gripping onto the handle of her blade sticking out of the sheath tied around her waist. But the Midas touch of her hand around something familiar brought the girl a sense of relief that she wasn't feeling minutes ago.

     Feyre just hoped this week's Capture the Flag came wouldn't go on for the entire afternoon like last week. She didn't know how long she could stay cooped up in heavy armour.

"The first team to retrieve the opposing flag and return it across the river shall be the victor!" Chiron's familiar voice echoed through the trees while he stood in between the two opposing teams — blue team, which was herself and various other cabins — and the red team, which was led by none other than Clarisse La Rue, who looked confident that her team would win. Feyre couldn't wait to see the look of defeat on the violent girl's face once the blue team sought victory. "As always, there will be no maiming and no killing," Chiron then warned, his stern gaze focused on the red team on the other side of the waterfall.

Feyre felt a nudge into her arm from the left of her. The girl turned to see Alina standing next to her, a small smirk ghosting across her lips from underneath her helmet. "Yeah, like Clarisse is going to follow the rules," She commented quietly underneath her breath, her words being enough to make Feyre giggle.

"I don't get why Chiron still lets her participate," Feyre sighed in annoyance, watching as Clarisse narrowed her eyes at her and the rest of the blue team. "She always the first one to draw blood."

Chiron then continued, "Any magical items you possess are permitted as well..."

"It's okay. Let her rip," Luke spoke from the other side of the girl, causing for Feyre to turn around to see he was talking about the bullet point pen in Percy's hand. The same average looking pen that just so happened to turn into a celestial bronze sword.

"I still don't even know what my job is," Percy protested, speaking in the form of a low whisper as he stared at the back of Luke's skull. Feyre glanced at the curly haired boy, noticing the worrisome expression washing over his face. "Maybe I won't even need a sword," He then added, sounding unsure.

Feyre couldn't help but let out a scoff, shaking her head. "Trust me. You're going to need a sword," She laughed.

Percy wasn't sure what the girl meant at first until the first sound of the conch horn bellowed through the hot summer air, signalling the start of the game. This caused for the red team to bang their weapons against their shields, the violent and harrowing sound of their battle cries ringing sharply through the boy's ears. Percy nodded his head, swallowing the thick lump lodged in the back of his throat. Now he understood what Feyre meant. He was going to need that sword of his after all. Not even to help the blue team win the game, but to protect himself from Clarisse and the rest of Ares kids who clearly held a grudge against him.

They were then approached by Annabeth Chase — the wise daughter of Athena, who was leading their team — hopefully too sweet victory. Feyre was close with the younger girl. Luke had introduced them to each other when Feyre first showed up at camp, stating that Annabeth was like a little sister to him. The overall story behind how they met and the things they had to face together was almost unspeakable. How they lost their friend, Thalia, the forbidden child of Zeus just as they got to camp. Thalia had sacrificed herself for Luke and Annabeth, which made them closer than ever. Feyre knew it was a lot to handle. Especially for a young girl like Annabeth. That might be why she admired her strength and resilience as much as she did.

     "All right. We have twenty minutes before the second conch and game-on," Annabeth informed, her eyes flickering between Feyre and Luke that were leading one half of their team to retrieve the flag like Annabeth had instructed. "You both know what you're doing?" She then asked them.

     Luke nodded his head. "Yes, ma'am," He replied, making an attempt to walk away, but the familiar sound of Annabeth's voice prevented him from going any further.

     "Hey," She called out to him. "Today feel like a winning day to you?"

     Luke smiled in response to the girl's question. "I'll see you on the other side," He told her before he ordered for his and Feyre's team to move out and head further into the woods.

Feyre turned to spare Annabeth one last glance. "Don't worry. We'll win," She reassured the girl. Annabeth smiled back at the girl for a moment, watching as she turned around and rushed ahead, catching up with Luke and the rest of their team.

     Hours began to pass bye while Feyre made her way through the woods, blade in hand as she looked around every twist and turn in her path. She wouldn't be jumped by any Ares kids. She wouldn't give them the satisfaction of putting her down. It almost felt foreign using a sword in the midst of battle. Feyre was so fond of her bow and arrow, but it wasn't suitable for close quarter combat unless she genuinely wanted to cause physical harm to someone, and that just wasn't in her nature. She was at camp to train her to fight against monsters. Not fellow Demigod children who were just like her in more ways than one.

     But today Feyre had to remind herself that they were enemies, standing on opposing sides where only one team could emerge victorious. She couldn't let her heart cloud her judgement, and she wouldn't. Not when it was Clarisse La Rue leading the opposite team. Feyre wouldn't let her win this time around. It was her turn to claim victory and rub it in the girl's face until the next game. So she shook that doubt off her shoulders and continued to stalk quietly through the woods alongside her fellow comrades. She clutched her sword tightly in her hand, breathing heavily while she waited with anticipation weighing heavy in her chest, knowing it was just a matter of time before a fight ensued.

And just as she suspected, within a small matter of seconds, they were surprised by a few of Clarisse's allies, red smeared across their battle armour as they made the first strike towards what they believe was victory. However, Luke was first to counterstrike the attack, his sword clashing with another heavy blade from the opposing team. Another kid, a red cloth tied around her arm, jumped out from behind the bushes and made an attempt to attack Feyre. But she was twice as quick to defend herself, raising her sword to block the attack from her enemy while Chris and the others assisted them.

     Feyre's sword clashed with her enemies blade for the second time, the sound of metal grinding against metal echoing loudly through the summer air. Feyre pushed herself backwards and made an attempt to jab her opponent, but they were quick to use their celestial bronze shield to block her attack, violent sparks erupting the second her sword came in contact with her opponent's shield. The girl let out a loud huff and turned on her heel, hoping to catch her enemy off guard and find her weak spot in time. Feyre then sent a second jab to the girl's side, the edge of her blade tearing into her orange camp shirt, a faint red mark searing across her pale skin.

The other girl stared back at Feyre in a mix of shock and disbelief, a grunt leaving her lips as she swinged her blade towards her. Feyre only just managed to move out of the line of fire, jabbing the girl in the side, sending her opponent stumbling forwards. Feyre's opponent was so off balance that she couldn't regain it, stumbling as she tried to fight off Feyre, her sword flashing all around her, unable to fend of Apollo's favourite daughter. And when she least expected it, Feyre knocked the sword out of her opponent's hand before kicking her to the ground. And before she had a chance to scramble towards her sword, Feyre pressed the serrated edge of her blade against the girl's throat.

"We surrender," Luke's opponent declared, her voice shaky.

Feyre and Luke glanced at one another for a moment. It was silent between the two before Feyre nodded her head, giving Luke the go ahead to lower his weapon before she lowered her own. Luke then turned to face Feyre. "I wanna move quick. Straight through the woods to their flag," He informed. Feyre nodded her head in agreement.

However, Chris was quick to approach the duo, shaking his head with a hesitant look evident in his dark eyes. "Clarisse hunts in those woods for the first few hours, you know that. She's gonna cut us down," He protested, not sounding too excited with the plan.

Feyre glanced back at the boy, a sigh leaving her lips. "Look, Annabeth has a plan. It involves Percy. It should be clear to move forward," She explained. Chris, however, still seemed unsure.

"She's right," Luke piped up. "Percy's on it. When it's time, he's gonna be ready. I know it," He elaborated further, nodding his head in agreement with the girl standing beside him. Luke then looked at Feyre, tilting his head. "We should keep going."

A small smile ghosted across Feyre's lips, nodding towards the clearing in the woods. "Lead the way, Castellan," She encouraged, causing for Luke to move further and deeper into the woods with Feyre and the others following close behind.

     Some time had passed, and Feyre, Luke and the others continued to make their way through the woods, taking down their enemies from the opposing team one at a time until they found the location of the red flag. It was being held tightly by a kid from Ares cabin, who was surrounded by his teammates, depending on them for extra protection in case anyone stumbled across them. Feyre and Luke hid in the bushes, the pair turning to stare at one another, exchanging a series of looks that spoke a million words all at once. Luke nodded his head, gesturing for the girl to go right, while he would go left. They would take out the first lot of kids, then Chris and the others would follow, leaving Luke and Feyre with the opportunity to seize the flag.

     And it was a perfect success. Feyre took down her guy first. Luke followed her lead. Chris led a charge to handle the others while Luke took out the remaining kid holding onto the flag for dear life. Once they secured the flag, Luke and Feyre hurried back across the bridge and through the woods with their team following close behind. They continued to lead the team until they reached the beach, chorus of cheers erupting from their lips, like a violent roar echoing through the trees as they made their sweet victory known to Clarisse, who had Percy by the collar of his shirt. If looks could kill as she turned around to face the winning team, the entire blue team would surely be dead.

     But Clarisse didn't dare let Percy go. So Feyre walked over to where they stood, stopping next to Clarisse before she leaned closer towards the younger girl. "You lost, and we won fair and square. Suck it up and leave him alone," She warned in a stern voice.

     Clarisse turned to face Feyre for a moment, narrowing her eyes into a twisted and harrowing glare aimed towards the girl. She clenched her jaw and let the collar of Percy's orange shirt go before she stepped closer towards Feyre, making her stance. "Watch your back, Sunshine. Because maybe we'll settle scores before the next game, and I'll make sure to do it when your boyfriend isn't watching," She threatened in relation to Feyre's previous statement.

     Feyre wanted to take out her sword and put the girl on her ass there and then. But she didn't dare rise to Clarisse's level. Instead she rolled back her shoulders and walked past the girl, bumping her shoulder into Clarisse's along the way before she rejoined the rest of the blue team, who were still celebrating their win. "Hey, what was that about?" Feyre looked over at Luke, who was nodding towards Clarisse, both of them watching as she stormed off into the distance.

     The girl looked up at the boy, taking notice in the concern plastered across his tanned face. Feyre rolled her eyes in response, shaking her head in the process. "It's nothing I can't handle. Don't worry about it," Feyre reassured him with a smile.

     Luke made an attempt to speak, hoping to protest against Feyre's previous statement. But they were all cut off by the sudden splashing sound. When Feyre turned around abruptly, she saw Annabeth had appeared and seemingly pushed Percy into the water. "Oh, what is she doing now?" Alina spoke up, speaking about the situation like it was a daily occurrence for Annabeth to be pulling these kind of unusual stunts — and it was.

     "What is wrong with you?!" Percy exclaimed loudly, catching the attention of the other campers.

      Percy stood up from the water so the soft ripples of shallow water crashed against the calves of his legs. Feyre continued to watch, shocked to see the previous wounds on his face had suddenly began to heal. She furrowed her brows together in confusion, a look full of bewildering wonder washing over her face like ocean waves. She wondered how it was even possible to heal from his wounds without the help of herself or the other Apollo kids. It didn't make sense in her head. However, that wasn't what shocked the girl most of all. It was what happened next that left her standing in a state of her own consternation.

     Above Percy's was a glowing blue trident, shimmering beautifully as it appeared, hovering over his head. Feyre Blanchard felt her mouth become dry like sandpaper, the taste in her mouth becoming bitter. Her muscles tensed as the look of confusion fell from her face and was instantly replaced by a look of harrowing dread, a worrisome gaze cascading over her brown eyes as she watched the scene in front of her unfold. Feyre had seen plenty of kids come to camp and be claimed by their godly parents. It was a right of passage for many of them. They would impress their parent, pushing them to claim their kids as their own. A statement would be made in front of the entire camp by a symbol appearing over their head that represented a Greek God or Goddess. It happened to Feyre. It happens to nearly every Demigod who steps into camp.

     However, this was different. It was different in the sense that it almost scared Feyre. Different because Percy wasn't being claimed by just any God. He was being claimed by the God of the Sea. The curly haired boy who fought his way into camp a few nights ago wasn't just Percy Jackson anymore. He was Percy Jackson — son of Poseidon.

     A forbidden child.

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authors note.
A longer chapter for you guys, and everything is getting very real now. Also big sister Feyre already coming right into this chapter with her and Percy's little bonding moment!! And is it a good time to tell you there was more foreshadowing in this chapter *cough* I may have dropped hints about Delia's backstory *cough* BUT the quest will start in the next chapter and I'm so excited to write some cute sibling moments between Feyre, Delia and Alina!!

Until then I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter and I'll update again soon!!