Legend of Perseus 2: Mission: Bermuda (Completed)

~Chapter 5~

My mother's cheerful call pierced through the solemnity that had settled in our apartment. "Come on, dear," she encouraged once more, her voice laced with anticipation. "Last day of school. You should be excited! You've almost made it."

I tore myself away from the depths of my contemplation and responded with a somewhat subdued, "Coming." My fingers instinctively ventured under my pillow, seeking comfort in the familiar touch of the ballpoint pen concealed there. Its surface bore the engraved inscription in Ancient Greek: Anaklusmos. Riptide.

It had been a year since I'd first received the pen from Chiron, and it had remained by my side ever since. Between Riptide, Morningstar, and my weapons that reside inside Atlan. I was starting to become a walking armory.

I hurriedly got dressed, my mind buzzing with a peculiar sense of restlessness. Something felt different today, and it wasn't just the anticipation of the school year's end. The morning sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow over the room, but my thoughts were far from the cheerful morning light.

Last year, the approach of the end of the school year had marked the beginning of my extraordinary journey as a demigod. It had been a year since I'd received Adias's final lesson and training at Camp Half-Blood had begun. Adias last messge the last I saw him was to give the gods hell. And oh I planned to.

Tomorrow, I planned to return to Camp Half-Blood. I had yearned for this moment, eager to return back to camp, I had many plans for what was to come.

As I descended the stairs to the kitchen, the enticing aroma of freshly prepared blue waffles and eggs greeted me. My mother, dressed for work, had outdone herself. She wore a white button-down shirt, the sleeves casually rolled up, and a stylish blue pencil skirt paired with matching heels. Her long brown hair was gathered into a ponytail, giving her a professional yet approachable appearance.

My thoughts briefly veered off course as I couldn't help but notice how effortlessly she maintained her youthful and radiant appearance, even in her forties. Her vibrant energy and warm smile seemed to defy the passage of time, a fact that I couldn't help but admire.

My stepfather, Paul, had already left for work, having an earlier schedule than the rest of us. He worked as an English teacher at Goode High, and his dedication to his students often meant early mornings. Mother on the other hand had scored a job at this place as the boss. yeah Hades idea of an apology was to give my mom her own business.

"Percy, are you all right?" my mother asked, her perceptive gaze fixed on me as I settled into my seat at the kitchen table.

"Yeah... fine," I responded, my attempt to conceal my unease falling short.

My mother, however, was adept at sensing when something troubled me. She dried her hands and took a seat opposite me, her concern palpable. "Is it school or..." She left the question hanging, her eyes searching mine for answers. I raised my eyebrow at her question.

"Really, school? You shouldknow me by now." I chuckle

"Oh right, how could I forget that my baby is so smart and powerful." She laughes as she kisses my cheek.

"Yeah, yeah. but if you are wondering, I am just thinking about camp."

"I wouldn't be too concerned, dear, if there were a problem, I'm sure we would've heard from... from camp."

The subtle hesitation in her voice didn't escape my notice. "What is it?" I pressed, an unshakable sense of foreboding enveloping me.

Her eyes conveyed a mixture of reluctance and uncertainty. "Percy, we'll discuss this further this afternoon. I can't explain everything right now. The situation developed rather abruptly."