Chapter 4

As I awoke in my bed in the Hermes cabin, the warmth of the sun streaming through the window. I stood from my bed as I felt a new energy flood my body. "Hohoho so this is what real power feels like."

Turning I checked the calender that hung on the cabin wall and grinned, yep I was back on the right day. Stretching a bit, I walked to the cabin door and turned looking at all the sleepings campers. A couple were already awake and up. "Alright everyone! Up and at em! Another day at camp and today is going to be an amazing day!" 

Many groaned but they all got up and got ready. When everyone was finally lined up, many still rubbing the sleep from their eyes. I lead them to the pavilion for breakfast, the air buzzing with excitement. Many wished me a happy birthday and I just smiled and thanked them.

After breakfast, I gather everyone in the courtyard, the sun casting a golden glow over us. With a mischievous glint in my eye, I lay out our schedule for the day.

"Alright, campers, we've got a packed day ahead of us," I announce, my voice carrying easily over the buzz of excitement. "First up, we've got sword training. Let's see if you can keep up with me today."

As we make our way to the training grounds, I can feel the anticipation building among the group. Sword training has always been one of my specialties, and I relish the opportunity to push myself and my fellow campers to their limits.

As we gather in the arena, the air crackling with anticipation, I take my place at the center, surrounded by my fellow campers. With a confident stance, I draw my sword, the blade glinting in the sunlight, and begin to demonstrate various techniques with precision and grace.

"Alright, campers, pay close attention," I call out, my voice carrying effortlessly across the training grounds. "Today, we're going to focus on mastering the art of defense and counterattack."

With fluid movements, I execute a series of defensive maneuvers, deflecting imaginary blows and demonstrating how to anticipate and evade attacks. My siblings and the other campers watch in awe, their eyes wide with admiration as they absorb every detail of my technique.

"Now, watch closely," I continue, my tone confident yet approachable. "When your opponent strikes, don't just block. Use their momentum against them, turning defense into offense."

With that, I launch into a series of counterattacks, demonstrating how to seamlessly transition from defense to offense, striking with precision and power. My fellow campers follow along eagerly, mimicking my movements as they begin to grasp the intricacies of the technique.

"See how it's done?" I say, flashing them a grin as I finish the demonstration. "Now, pair up and give it a try. Don't be afraid to push yourselves."

As my siblings and the other campers pair off to practice the new techniques, I move among them, offering guidance and encouragement where needed. I correct their form, offer tips for improvement, and cheer them on as they put their newfound skills to the test.

Throughout the training session, the atmosphere is electric, filled with the sounds of clashing swords and the shouts of encouragement. And as the session draws to a close, I can't help but feel a swell of pride at the progress we've made together.

"Great job, everyone!" I exclaim, my voice ringing out with genuine enthusiasm. "Keep practicing, and soon you'll be unstoppable!"

I heard someone running and turned to see Grover comes rushing towards us, his expression urgent. "Luke, Chiron needs to speak with you immediately," he says, breathless. I nod, excusing the class, and head towards the Big House, so it was finally time for the quest that had ruined my life.

Upon arrival, I find Chiron and my father waiting for me. "You called for me?" I asked.

My father, Hermes spoke up first. "Luke, my son, I have a quest for you," I could tell by his tone that he was exited.

"A quest... alright what is it?" I asked staring blankly at him.

Chiron interjects, noticing my expression. "Ah, Luke shouldn't you be more exited or you know....thankful?"

"It's a quest, Chiron. They aren't that exiting."

"Uh, anyways, the quest! I have decided that you shall seek a Golden Apple at the Garden of Hesperides."

"Wow, so original..." I muttered.

"What did you say, son?" Hermes asked 

"Nothing, I assume I need a prophecy?"

"Yes, you should seek the advice of the Oracle in the attic." Chiron spoke up after some silence.

"Great..." I turned and headed to the stairs leading upstairs. I opened the trap door and walked up into the attic and walked to the mummey that was sitting in the far corner. "Alright, whats my prophecy?"

At first silence than the mummy stood up fast and I almost socked it in the face. Green smoke poured out of its mouth and eyes as it spoke it me.

In San Francisco's bay, where the Garden hides from view

A dragon guards the tree, its flames ablaze and true.

To prove your strength, you face the beast for the apple's zest.

Only to return, having failed your destined quest.

"Yeah, no wonder you were cursed." I left the attic and returned to Chiron and my sperm giver and told them the prophecy. 

As the weight of the prophecy settles over us, Chiron's brow furrows in concern. "Luke," he begins, his voice measured and wise, "this quest is not to be taken lightly. You will face great dangers, and it may be wiser to have companions by your side."

But I shake my head, my resolve unwavering. "I appreciate your concern, Chiron, but I've faced challenges alone before. I know I can handle whatever comes my way."

Chiron sighs, knowing that my stubbornness runs deep. "Very well," he concedes, though the worry still lingers in his eyes. "But promise me you'll be cautious, and consider seeking allies along the way."

I offer him a half-hearted nod, already plotting my journey in my mind. "I'll keep that in mind, Chiron. But for now, I must prepare."

As I turn to leave, Hermes steps forward, a small box in his hand. "Luke, before you go," he says, his tone softer than usual. "I have a birthday present for you."

Surprised, I take the box from him and open it to find a pair of sleek shoes nestled inside. "Thanks, Dad," I mutter, though my gratitude is tinged with resignation. "They're great."

But then Hermes smiles mischievously and ativates them with the same word, causing them to transform before my eyes. the laces of the shoes move and stretch as they move to one side and form wings.

"Ah, flying shoes," I mutter under my breath. Man I really hated these shoes, hmm should I curse them again and try and drag Percy down to Tartarus? Nah...

Hermes chuckles, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Just a little something to help you on your journey, son. Fly safe."

I sigh, accepting the gift with a nod of thanks before turning to leave, to get ready for the quest. I am so going to take advantage of my time out of Camp and start my plans, recruit some people to my cause and who knows.... maybe defy the fates for fun.