Chapter II   Welcome to Camp! Your Mom is Dead. Want Some Deadly Chocolate?

Percy blinked his eyes open hazily, vision blurry as he shifted his sore neck so he could see his surroundings. He seemed to be laying in a small cot, with brown polyester curtains closing him in on all sides to form a small cubical. He could hear sounds around him, people talking and moving around. He attempted to shift slightly, and ended up groaning softly as pain alighted his nerves.

"You drool in your sleep. Did you know that?" A voice said suddenly, startling Percy as the curtains directly in front of him moved to let in a tall body with blond hair. Percy narrowed his eyes at the person. "Oh good, you recognize me." He said with a smirk. "Remember my name?" He asked lightly, handing Percy a glass of water.

Percy blinked up at him, taking the cold glass. He took a slow drink with tasted like heaven to his dry mouth as he thought. When he finished, he looked to the guy, now sitting casually on the chair that was located next to his bed.

"Luke." Percy said, eyes flickering up and down the others body. He was older than Percy by at least a few years, broad and well built, hair flopping in his face to partially cover blue eyes and a thin, vertical scar running down his face.

Luke smiled. "Good. And your Percy. Now, Percy...do you know where you are?" He asked, growing more serious as he continued, his playful smirk morphing as he shifted in his seat. Percy started to slowly shake his head, taking a sip of water, before he froze.

The monster. Grover. His mom...

Images of the car flipping over, brown dirt, trees and arch's fluttered behind his eyes. He remembered the glass cutting into his face and limbs as the car flipped and flipped, before it stopped, and Percy, Sally and Grover had to get out quickly. He remembered his mother telling him of his father...of who and what he was...who and what Percy was...He remembered the monster, chasing him, picking up his mother just to squish her like she was a piece of paper, exploding in a shower of gold bust.

Percy remembered the minotaur dying from getting stabbed with Percy's pen-sword-thing, only to be later stabbed with its own detached horn.

Percy remembered getting dragged through the archway, getting shifted to Luke's arms and falling unconscious.

Percy blinked rapidly as he felt his eyes prickle. He ducked his head down, letting his hair cover his eyes. He didn't see Luke frown.

"Percy, I know it may be hard but you need to tell me what happened and what you know." Luke said gently, laying an oddly comforting hand on Percy's shoulder.

"Why?" Percy whispered, afraid that if he raised it any more it would crack and break. Sorrow pushed down on him from both sides, the memory of his mother turning into an explosion of dust replaying endlessly behind his eyes. He didn't want to verbalize it. That would make it too real. He didn't want to believe it, but he knew he had to. He had to be strong. For his mom.

"So we know how to better help you. We've already healed you as physically as we can, but we can't do anything else if we don't know." He spoke quietly.

Percy took a shuddering breath, feeling as though the sky was resting on his shoulders as he breathed outward.

"I know what I am. I know this is a safe place, for people like me. That...the thing, the min-min-the..."

"Minotaur."

"I know what the minotaur is...why it wanted me. I know who my...father, is." Percy said, breathing slowly as he did so. "My mother tried to protect me. It was chasing us when she was trying to take me here. It...it killed her, because she couldn't get through the arch...why couldn't she get through the arch?" Percy asked, voice cracking as he turned watery, accusing eyes on Luke. Luke felt horrible was the twelve year old stared up at him, betrayal evident, even though there was no real reason for it to be there in the first place. Why should Percy feel as though this person was responsible for everything that happened? Like Luke should have protected both him and his mother?

"She was mortal, Percy. Mortals aren't allowed inside." The blond said quietly, half-expecting the young man to have a mini tantrum in protest, but Percy remained silent, staring at his hands which continually fidgeted. Luke took a second to stare at the boy study the black, floppy hair, impossible eyes which couldn't seem to decided if they wanted to be green or blue as they raged with emotion, small, slightly chubby heart shaped face, and small hands, with a lean frame. He waited, giving the boy another second to break in and ask a question or scream, before he opened his mouth to ask his own.

But, he was interrupted by the curtain being drawn open again, emitting another blond, blue eyed Demigod, this one closer to Percy's age and shorter than Luke.

He smiled warmly at Percy as he walked in, a small clipboard in hand, despite wearing khakis and a white tank top with a red plus on it.

"Hi, I'm Will Solace. Percy, isn't it? Glad to see your finally awake, it's been a bit. Luke, you'll have to come a bit later, in an hour or so." He said, glancing up at the older Demi-God.

Luke nodded lightly, if not slightly disappointed as he stood. "I'll see you soon, Percy." He said with a nod, before walking out, brushing past Will. Will turned his full attention to him, and Percy did the same with his now wholly dry eyes.

Will grabbed something from his pocket, and handed it to Percy. It turned out to be a little plastic baggie, filled with what seemed to be chocolate. "I'll need you to take one of those, as well as a small glass of it a bit later on which I'll get later to make sure you're completely healed both inside and out. You've been out for a few days now, which-"

"Days?" Percy squeaked, looking up from the bag, which he had been slowly opening as he listened. His eyes almost popped out of his head. Will nodded slowly.

"Yes, Percy. Three days, actually." He said, as Percy fell back against the pillows, groaning slightly. "Take it easy there, champ. Oh, I'll need your last name." He added, frowning in concern as he moved to help Percy prop himself up properly on the pillows. Percy sighed in defeat.

Percy Jackson. My names Percy Jackson." He muttered, as he picked up one of the lumpy chocolates. Will nodded, and turned around to leave.

"Eat up! And don't eat any more than one, you'll turn to ash!" He called over his shoulder, and Percy snorted. Though, he stared at the piece for a second. Gods were real. Monsters were. It suddenly didn't seem as though chocolate that turned you to ash upon big doses wouldn't do such a thing. Looking at it worriedly, he popped the medium sized piece in his mouth, expecting the slightly bitter taste of chocolate, completely surprised when it ended up tasting almost identical to his mother's homemade cookies, which she always dyed blue special for him.

Percy felt himself fill once again with sorrow and longing as he stared at the baggie, placing it on the table next to him. He breathed deeply, sinking into the pillows as he breathed out. He allowed his head to loll to the side and closed his eyes as the painful memories washed over him.

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In case you're wondering not all the pictures will be Luke. I'm trying to get a picture that has something to do with each chapter.