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“The gods promised just a few days ago” A camper explained, “Promised they would claim all their children. As soon as they got here.”
Isaiah sighed and got up, earning the collective gaze of the entire camp as he started down the aisle.
“Well see, I already know who my father is.” He said. He walked to the center of the Amphitheater, earning a glare from Mr.D and a curious look from Chiron.
“At least I have a good idea.” He clenched his fist, feeling a steady warmth rising throughout his body. The feeling was familiar, the boy having felt it many times before but now he did something different.
“Watch.” He closed his eyes, eliminating all sensory input except that feeling of warmth. He focused on it, willing it to spike and spread throughout his body. The temperature spiked, becoming uncomfortable. He had done this before, but never to this degree. Never to show off. Back in Boston, this was the type of thing that you kept to yourself.
Let's hope I don't break my hand…again . He dropped to one knee and slammed his closed fist into the ground with an impossible impact, a feat that should have rightfully shattered his fingers and broke his wrist. The sound was like a shotgun blast, as the stones cracked under his fist. Fissures webbed out from the impact mark and wildly climbed up the bleachers. Campers shouted in surprise as the ground shook, jostling a few out of their seats. The campfire roared in indignation, fueled by the emotions of his startled companions. The tremors continued for just a moment before fading completely.
“My word…” Chiron gasped, “Never in a thousand years…”
Isaiah rose to his feet and looked around as the campers gasped. A yellow light seemed to bathe his features, emanating from right above him as he stood in the center of a shallow crater. He looked amongst them as the astonished campers began to kneel, dropping to one knee in a sign of obvious respect. All except for Percy who stayed standing in absolute shock.
Isaiah, knowing what he would see, looked up. He regarded the small holographic 3-pronged trident with grim fascination, making a sound of disgust in the back of his throat.
“Hail, Isaiah Zebo. Son of Poseidon, Creator of Horses, God of the Waters. Lord of the Sea.” Chiron spoke, breaking the stunned silence, “Hail, Isaiah Zebo. Son of the Earth-Shaker.”