3 Practice or display of powers?

- I swear I had a good reason!

Says the dummy still on the floor.

- And what would that be?

Yeah, she's about to explode, but the kid deserves it unless he gives a good answer.

- It was Hecate!

Oh, that was weak, Annabeth's going to throw another punch.

The boy shrinks even more and keeps talking.

- I was under Hecate's influence during the battle against Kronos!

This was also unconvincing, indeed, most demigods hate their parents, and it is doubtful that Hecate bewitched his own son.

Now Hecate's son remembers only a schoolboy being bowled.

He looks to the band of bloodthirsty demigods that surround him looking for a way out.

- I'm sorry, novice, but there is no other option here.

- Okay, okay if that's gonna prove anything then.

- Very good, Percy you better teach him a good lesson!

Annabeth says with confidence... wait, what did she say?

- Hey, hey, what's that got to do with me?

- Sweed head, you're the camp leader!

- Yeah, yeah, I get it.

I carlessy sung my fist down on the boy I realize he's hiding behind a huge steel shiel. It's too late to stop, this is gonna hurt.

A strong Clang chants all over the camp when my hand hits the shield and I feel the bones of my hand crack. My a goes numb for a moment and I fell every bone till my elbow.

Was the cry of the campers filling the camp or just me yelling? I think I saw Annabeth running towards me, my eyes are blurry.

I instinctively summon a little water to wrap my fist, finally feel the pain go away and calm down again, I said summon water instinctively? Because the last time I did that, it didn't work.

The current situation of the camp only proves the fact. There are upside-down campers here and there and the canteen is in pieces, and. . . There's water all over the place.

Well, no one seems to have more than minor injuries and the dummy's out, so it wasn't that bad in the end.

- Percy Jackson, you head of seaweed!

Ouch! Now it's my turn.

- Wait, I just wanted to heal my hand!

— Look at the boy's shield, there's a hole with the shape of your fist on it! What would happen to the boy if you actually hit him? And a mini tsunami to heal your hand? Since when do you do this?

- That's a good point since when do I get to do that? I start to think about it when Nico starts talking.

- I recall you've been acting strange since Jason's funeral, but I didn't expect that.

I take a deep breath and look at my mess, it's definitely weird. But I made it and I have to clean it up.

— Look, I know it went bad, I'm sorry. I'll take care of the repairs, okay? I think we better take the freshman to Apollo's kids, 'cause I think he's already paid for what he did.

I look into Annabeth's eyes, but she's still angry, angry enough to give me an unbelieving face and turn my back as she runs out.

Very well Percy, screwed up one more time, at least this time I don't need my father's help to clean up the mess.

- Relax, she was already angry before just give a little time for her.

I look back in the direction of the voice that said that and I find a goat's ass stuck in a hole in the middle of one of the tables.

- A little help, by the way?

I can't help but laugh at the situation, with the human half-hidden behind the table Grover looked like a giant talking goat stuck, who wouldn't laugh?

- I'm glad I was able to relieve your mood, but really, ihelp me, it's starting to hurt!

I find a way to stop laughing and start pulling the goat legs.

-Yipe! Ai, Ai! Stop! That hurts!

- And how else do I get you out of there? I say while felling a little guilty.

-I don't know! Find a way!

In the end, it took me and Taysom about half an hour to unravel Grover as he asked to stop every time.

After that I still had to clean up all the damage, with the help of only five novice campers, that is:

Throw away all that is unusable, clean up debris, and try to fix anything that looks repairable and make the tables and benches usable again with the wood from the warehouse.I spent all day on it and I didn't had time to eat lunch or talk to Annabeth. What a day!

When I finally finished it was already night and I even missed the time of the fire, all I get are some leftovers from lunch with a good Dryad!

What is A Dryad? Well, do you know fairies? In Greek mythology, they are called nymphs and each species of nymph has its own name:

Dryad for the forest. Effdriad, water nymphs. Epigenesis, earth nymphs. Naiads: freshwater nymphs. Oreádes, nymphs of the mountains, and Alseídes, nymphs of the flowers. And this is me doing my homework from Greek mythology class tomorrow at the last minute.

To my relief when I arrive at my dorm, I am greeted with a beautiful table filled with peanut butter sandwiches of all kinds.

The smell makes lunch leftovers look like garbage. I look at Tyson sitting on one of his only table chairs, his gigantic sea-eye glows in hopes of being praised, I'm very lucky to have a brother like that, and to think there was a time when I just couldn't accept this fact!

- Wow, I didn't need to. . .

- I thought you were in a bad mood so I just wanted to do something to cheer you up.

- Well, you did it, thanks.

After practically devouring half of Tayson's sandwiches, I lie in bed while he cleans the mess, I haven't showered or changed my clothes, but I'm too tired for that, I'll do it tomorrow.