I finally published my own story here in FanFiction. Since English isn't my native language, I hope you'll point out possible strange expressions etc. So that I can learn to write better.
I don't own all the characters in this story!
Happy reading!
Clarisse
I could've slept for two more hours, since the breakfast wasn't before half past eight on Saturdays. After that, our daily activities would begin, wiping easily out thoughts from problems that have been surfacing immediately after our big victory.
Personally, I wouldn't mind if Percy disappeared. For all I cared, he could go straight down to Tartarus - the sooner the better - but it turned out to be the first part of some mindless plan. More precisely, the first part of Hera's mindless plan. How could Hera even imagine, that we could make allies with the Romans? How could she assume, that we'd forget all the old grudges and not kill each other? Secondly, it wasn't up to me. As always, everything was depending on Percy Jackson. Or maybe the whole thing was a trap, and Argo II would get shot down instantly when it got close enough to the Roman's camp.
Argo II should arrive to New Rome this evening, and somehow i got a feeling, that it wouldn't end up well. The bad feeling was kind of confirmed by a dream that woke me up a moment ago. The dream has been messy. It was like I had seen snatches from here and there in the future. First I saw Leo, the scrawny kid of Hephaestus, who was a part of Argo II's crew. I saw him from behind, and he was recharging ammos to the trirem's ballistas. Farther away, I saw another boy, who was tall, blond and also scrawny. He was waving his hands like a maniac, yelling something I couldn't really catch. Besides terror, I saw on his face something else... some sort of complacence, like he was thinking: "What did I say?"
Then Leo turned around, and his eyes gleamed gold. The blonde boy stepped back, truly , I saw Argo II landing hard into some kind of lake. The ship looked badly damaged. In the next scene, I saw myself fighting for my life against half a dozen demigods - against half a dozen Roman demigods. They wore golden armour and their weapons were golden, too. (Emperor's gold? I had once read about it...) My electric spear was snapped in half (the pieces were scattered on the ground), and all I had as a weapon, was my dagger. My left shirt sleeve was blood-stained, but it looked like I was still winning. Of course. But it looked like we were fighting on the Half-Blood hill... and if it was so, then where were the other campers?
For half an hour, I tried to match those possible glimpses of the future. The only conclusion I kept coming to, was that Hera really had lost her mind. Or maybe she didn't even believe that her plan could work. Maybe she knew exactly how desperate it was. Either way, it didn't matter. The result would be the same. If all went well, the Seven demigods of the prophecy would take care of Gaia and her giants, and we in Camp Half-Blood would deal with the Romans. It would be fun. I still wondered, if I should tell Chiron about my dream.
However, I came to the conclusion that since Argo II was already on its way, we could as well wait for the results of the meeting. It would be cowardly to suspend carrying out the plan in this state, and only 'cause of one dream. Especially when we didn't have a better plan to start with. Hera's plan was the only plan we had for defeating Gaia, as pitiful as it was.
I decided to go out. I quickly put on my jeans and orange Camp Half-Blood T-shirt and tied my hair back with a red bandanna. I lifted my Celestial Bronze sword from the sword rack next to my bed and walked to the cabin's front door, trying not to wake my roommates.
The grass under my sneakers was wet and slippery. I tried to clear my mind of those interrupting thoughts as I headed towards the camp's swording arena. I wanted to do something useful, and 'cause we were apparently going to a war, training battle skills wouldn't be a waste of time. Besides, chopping dummies was a handy way to relieve your frustration. And if I could find some unlucky camper to spar with, that would be even better.
When I walked past the camp's basketball court, I saw someone shooting 3 pointers. Due to the fog, I couldn't recognize the person, but it had to be someone from the Apollo cabin. Every shot went straight in. I got closer, and I started to see some details in her appearance. It was a girl. She had straight reddish hair in a ponytail, and she was quite short.
"Jessica!" I yelled.
The girl looked at me, ready to defend herself, if I turned out to be an enemy. She held the basketball like it was a deadly weapon. "Clarisse", she said in a firm tone.
I grinned smugly to her. "Impressive. If a monster army attacks you, I'm sure that after returning from Tartarus they are scared to death of basketballs."
The daughter of Apollo shrugged. "Probably. Let's see how good you are!" She smiled mischievously and passed me the ball.
"Nah..." I tossed the ball on the court. "How about a little sparring match on the arena?" I nodded towards the swording arena.
Jessica sighed, but shrugged again. "Why not?"
So, how was it? Please review! I'll post a new chapter as soon as I finish translating it!
