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I'd always loved the hero of at our camp. I'd always felt something for the son of Poseidon. I almost curled up and died when I found out he was with Annabeth. He could have chosen me. I was there too. But maybe I was just invisible, hidden from view.
Being a daughter of nothing and everything sucked. I was one of the first children in years that hadn't been claimed by their 13th birthday. I was the first kid with an aura of Demigod, but no signs other than the fact I could draw monsters to me like moths to an overgrown lamp-post. I hated it. I was unknown and untouched by the public - mortal or mythical. No one would go near me, like I was cursed! That was until Percy Jackson came back from his war with Gaea.
Everyone was waiting at the Pine on top of Half-blood Hill. I leaned over to Jayne, my friend in Demeter Cabin.
' Who are we waiting for?' I asked.
She was a year older than me and she knew all about the happenings of the many years before. The famous Labyrinth battle and many others. She was like my mini textbook on camp history. She even went against the raging Roman camp about three months ago. Her eyes rolled.
' Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase, Leo Valdez, Piper McLean, Jason grace, Frank...Oh I've forgotten his name again and Hazel Levesque. The Heroes who fought Gaea.' She said in a "duh" voice.
'Oh, them!' I replied, still not fully getting it - blank moment!
Ah, I thought suddenly, That was them. The heroes of the camp. Of the Greek and Roman world. The famous. Gee did I wish I had their life.
' Kit, I know what you're thinking.' Jayne mumbled. ' The quests and wars are not all they're cracked up to be. Take it from a girl who's been in one.'
I sighed and looked at her, just as the wind blew, whipping her dark red hair. ' But, it's better than sitting here all day as an outcast doing nothing but fight straw bunches on sticks and clutching your wallet for dear life! It's boring. At least I won't die of boredom out there! I'd die fighting for something.'
I was about to go on when I heard everyone take a collective breath. I frowned and glanced at the bottom of the hill. I saw eight figures coming closer. Eight? I thought only Seven left?
So, there goes the prologue (I think that's what it is)
Now's your chance to review and help me think of what to do next. :)
