Love Song of the Sea

This was definitely a task of epic preportions.

I'm sure anyone who happened to catch sight of me, stalking along with my held held high and a bucket full of sanitation artillery equipped in hand, would immediately realize that.

Percy, Goatboy, and Skank had long since deserted me upon discovering just what it was I was about to do.

I had immediately expected this behavior out of Goatboy due to the fact that the only bond we shared was a bit of pleasant conversation over Goldfish.

But, I was highly unprepared to find that Percy too could not be bothered with accompanying me. To add further salt to the wound of betrayal, the person he instead opted to spend time with was Annabeth.

Considering she was his "girlfriend" though, I suppose I shouldn't have been so surprised. After all. . .Annabeth, no matter how skanky and unpleasant, was still a brilliant, beautiful [1]blonde. A beloved daughter of Athena who, in comparison to my God-parent, has always been more socially acceptable around the world.

And as for myself? Well, I was just a lowly half-breed. Everything about me, from my deep chestnut colored locks to my cold blue eyes probably screamed exactly what I was: An overgrown, pathetic excuse for a demonic fish. Gods, I wasn't even human.

And upon approaching the door to Camp Half-Blood's male restrooms, I couldn't help but feel more than ever like a fish out of water. . .or to be more accurate, a fiend out of flames.



"Come on, Travis! Flush, Flush, Flush. . .~"

"I'm hurrying! Geez, you know how many of these things there are to flush?"

"Uh, not particularly. And once the floor's flooded we won't really have time to count-"

I had previously planned on cleaning an empty bathroom.

I had previously hoped that if I could not acheive this, then at the very least there wouldn't be any males within the stalls, stinking up the place.

But what I was fortunate enough to discover upon ever so gently shoving open the door was a pair of identical boys running amuck.

Well. . .perhaps the term boys isn't exactly accurate. Especially if you were to consider that these lanky boys could have very well towered over my small frame.

So how about these men? No, they're much to immature for that. . .

Perhaps then I shall simply refer to them as those guys.

Yeah, that works.

Oh - sorry for rambling again! I really try not to make a habit of it. . .

But father told me that I have quite the short attention span along with possessing some sort of afflictions known to mortals as A-D-H-D and Dislexia. . .

Never mind that, though. Because our main focus at hand should be the guys! Yes, those guys.

So, being completely wrapped up in what they were currently doing - i.e. running from toilet to toilet to urinal to urinal, tugging at the handles and giving everything a nice flush, they failed to notice my pressence entirely.

This is probably an oppurtune time to tell you that I don't like to go through life unnoticed. . .

"I think there are so many of them precisely so you, with only two hands, may not accomplish exactly what you're attempting to do right now. . .~" I elaborated, casually sitting my bucket of cleaning supplies within an unoccupied sink.

At the sudden sound my vocal chords made, these particular gentlemen were ultimately startled.

"What the? A girl?" The tallest of the two twins sputtered, his gaze finally landing on me.

Without further ado, his brother followed his example.

"In the boys bathroom!" The other brother proclaimed followed by a curt chuckle as if finding me, standing before them, was the funniest thing that they'd ever encountered.

After their laughter had subsided, it didn't take long for symmetrical smirks to light up their boyish faces.

"Well, we haven't seen you around camp before. . .so you're obviously new and obviously a bit mixed up." The taller brother concluded, flicking a few strands of curly brown hair out of his azure orbs.

"How so?" I countered with a quirked brow.

In response, the shorter sibling decided to pick up where the first had left off.

"Well, Ms.Unidentified Demigod, this restroom is specifically for males." He informed, appearing rather miffed.

"Really? Males with mischevious intentions, no doubt." I retorted, taking note of the suspicious gleam in their eyes.

If possible, their smirks seemed to widen, perhaps into devious grins.

"You have my brother and I pegged all wrong, ma'am." The taller brother revealed, attempting to seem innocent.

"We're not mischevious, merely curious~" He added, his brother nodding rapidly for effect.

Before I could part my lips to question what exactly they were curious about, they pressed on with their meek little lies.

"Curious as to what would happen if we flushed all of these things at once!"

These two were quite amusing, but I was beginning to lose my patience.

"Simple, the bathroom will flood." I stated an air of finality in my tone.

The both of them seemed as if they were about to say something, but I proceeded.

"And do you know who'll have to clean it up?" I asked, batting my lashes at them both

"Uh. . ." The taller sibling began, fumbling for a decent solution to my query.

"No? Well, allow me to introduce you to the answer. . ." I continued coyly.

Not waiting for another stupid slip of the tongue, I curtsied cutely.

"Andy Finch, resident cleaning lady at Camp Half-Blood~"

I lied swiftly through my teeth, despite the fact that whereas I was not Andy Finch, I really was responsible for keeping this disgusting room in tip-top shape.

At the piece of information I had previously revealed, both boys blinked.

"What? So, you're not a Demigod?" The shorter sibling inquired, thoroughly taken aback.

It was almost as if, upon realizing that someone indeed would have to take responsibility for their mess, the two of them were filled with slight remorse.

But, they had no reason whatsoever to be sorry. . .

"On the contrary, m'dears. I'm a Siren♥."

Because they would be the ones cleaning this shit up. ~



When Percy and Goatboy had first informed me of their nifty little plan, I wasn't entirely enthused.

After all, Earth. . .and Camp Half-Blood especially was supposed to bring promises of a better life - of freedom.

Therefore, living a life of servitude, dwindling upon the beck and call of angsty teenagers, was not exactly what I'd had in mind.

In fact, I almost found myself thinking that living in Hell would have been more preferable. . .until, thanks to the Stoll brothers, I discovered just how fun becoming a member of the working class could be.

"Thanks again, guys! I really appreciate the help, although you didn't have to." I called to the two, retreating forms of Travis and Conner Stoll.

Aka - those guys.

"Ah, no problem, Andy. . ." Travis began, smiling slightly.

"We didn't have to help you clean the bathrooms, but we wanted to!" Conner bellowed in agreement.

When he, looking rather dazed, turned to his brother and added, ". . .didn't we?" I had to place a hand to my lips just to suppress my giggles.

As they made to take their leave, walking off together in the direction of what I could only guess was their cabin, I smiled brightly.

I really mean it when I say they were a huge help.

After entrancing them with my fabulous singing voice they were more than happy to do my work for me as well as inform me about my new place of residence.

For instance, I discovered their names and what God happened to have fathered or mothered them.

In their case, Hermes was the baby daddy.

Which, by the way, explained their behavior a lot.

Also, Travis told me all about the cabin system and how it worked.

Apparently, once you were claimed by a God you were put in their Cabin.

But until then, everyone was welcome in dingy old Cabin #11 - this, the Hermes Cabin, was accordingly home to Travis and Conner.

The thought of having a nice warm cabin to bunk in was nice, but I couldn't help but wonder where I would be placed.

After all, Hades had a cabin. . .but no one was allowed to know that he was my father.

So technically I was "Unclaimed". . .but then again, no one knew I was Demigod either.

Did that make the Hermes Cabin a no go? Did these crazy people expect me to sleep outside or something. . .?

One thing's for sure, I'd have to consult Chiron or Mr.D about this. . .

But not before taking a quick pit-stop to cute little Cabin Thirteen. ;)



I had to give credit to my father's cabin.

I mean, for a place that wasn't a cemetery is smelled an awful lot like death.

And what's more, it was made from what appeared to be solid obsidian.

It even had Greek Fire perpetually burning within torches upon the wall.

To some, it might have looked a bit eery, but to me. . .it looked like home.

Gazing somewhat longingly up at the skull above the door, I couldn't help but think of father for the first time since I'd left home.

I doubt he was even remotely aware of my absence yet. . .?

Probably not.

I would imagine that mother is trying to keep him preoccupied as much as possible for my sake.

By the Gods, I love her. . .

"What are you doing?"

Immediately my train of thought was interrupted by the sound of a grim, masculine voice.

I scoffed before I could really think better of my actions.

"What does it look like? I'm standing here." I blurted out and my tone of voice probably sounded just as unpleasant as the mystery boy's.

Speaking of which - who was he?

Quickly, my eyes darted around in hopes of finding the culprit.

It was alarming to discover that standing to the left of my father's cabin, stood a boy that could have been the younger duplicate of him.

"Is there a reason you're standing outside of my cabin like a freak?" He quipped, narrowing his eyes.

"I. . ." I began, staring at the poor fellow without shame.

His hair was the color of ebony and definitely just as shaggy as my dad's.

His eyes were a wild, piercing shade of brown.

And his ensemble which I found to be the most striking feature about him, was consistent of black pants, a black shirt, and a vintage bomber jacket.

"Well? I mean, I can't very well play Mythomagic with you blocking the entrance to my cabin like that. . ." He added, glancing at me somewhat expectantly.

I couldn't help but feel slightly irritated at him due to this.

So, he wasn't really waiting for an explanation - just for me to get out of his way. . .

How rude.

How. . .familiar?

At this point, I'm sure my eyes were as round as a couple of drachma.

If this was his cabin, then there was no doubt in my mind that he was. . .

"Nico. . ." I breathed out in wonder, recalling the earlier mention of my brother's name from the last conversation I'd had with Goatboy.