Hello and welcome. Two things... First off, thanks for clicking. Secondly, I just wanted to point out that this is after The Last Olympian and I've decided that The Heroes of Olympus won't be... existing, I guess you could call it. I'm taking the events after the Titan War into my own hands. By the way, my little rants won't be up here. They'll be located at the end of the chapter. Please note that this is really long and won't be this long normally! I shall shut up now... please enjoy!
Chapter One:
I stared up at the stone arched gates that read the name of my future. The gates that was a supposed freedom. I looked down at the map I held in my hands. In reality, it was a used napkin from a Denny's in Chicago, but in my hands it was a key to freedom. I stepped through the borders, seeing busy people below. Camp Half-Blood. My safe haven and the only way I'd get Nico de Angelo back.
Nico and I first met on a highway that joined to Chicago. I was alone, after running away from my city, mother and past. It was true I was a demigod child of Anne Baker and Apollo, the god of the sun. It was also true that I had nothing but a raw hatred for the sun god. He abandoned my mother who was rumoured to be alcohol free at one point. But the second I was born, he left, leaving my mother nothing but a path towards the bottle. I rarely talked to her in general growing up, and the occasions I had spoken to her, it was usually met with slurred speech and some man I didn't know. When I turned fifteen, I had enough. I ran away, embarking on my own. I managed to stay within the city for a year, teaching myself to lie, cheat and steal. A few months after my self-education, I headed out onto highway 7. Leaving , for Chicago. I walked mostly… that was until I found a beat up old mustang, dumped on the side of the empty road. Sure, I had made sure that no one was around when I tried to hotwire the car. But he had startled me… walking from the shadows like a ghost. I had later learned that he was also a demigod. He was Nico de Angelo, his father Lord Hades, god of death. We'd stuck together, at first having a hatred for each other until we became friends. Close friends, might I add. But, unfortunately the peaceful life on the road couldn't last. Now 16 years old, on a cool night in a cheap motel was the end of the perfect life. A monster which held no name to me attacked. Burnt everything to a crisp. Nico knew something I didn't. He whisked us away, urgently, to a safer place. Denny's. Drawing up this map for me, after blackmailing the waitress into giving us a free early breakfast. He didn't tell me where I was going, but I had been told to go on my own and that he'd come to me once he dealt with a problem…
Subconsciously I had walked through the stone arch, ignoring the stares from the people all around. My hand gripped at the knife on my belt, wary of the heavily armed children and teens. I looked around for my familiar face. Two years it took me to find this place. I hoped dearly that Nico would be here, be able to ease my fear of the outsiders.
" Lyn Barker, isn't it?" Someone asked me from behind. I froze in my step, whirling around. In front of me stood a horse… but a man as well. A centaur, if I could recall from the Greek Mythology lessons Nico had said were the key to success. I nodded. Lyn indeed was my name, but how did this living human-pony ride know it? My grip tightened on my knife and he clearly saw too. For he put a hand on my shoulder and began leading me through the fields of fighters, towards buildings.
" Lyn Barker, daughter of Apollo. Sent here by Nico de Angelo, son of Hades," He said, although it sounded like he was telling himself
" How do you know this?" I asked, defensive.
" There had been a message sent forward, telling us here at Camp Half-Blood-" He began to explain, until hopes got the better of me.
" Did Nico tell you?"
My mind raced at the thought of his presence here, but my dreams were shattered in an instant.
" No. Some other figure," The horse-man told me. He stopped, looking about.
" I suppose you'll want to know where you are, Lyn,"
" Yes," I replied, looking around. As far as I could see were buildings. They looked familiar but I know I hadn't seem them before. In the distance was a building, pillars all around it. A fire burned in the center and many teens were gathered there. Directly in front of me were smaller buildings… although each seemed to have a purpose.
" My name is Chiron. I am the camp director. You stand in Camp Half-Blood where the children of mortals and gods can be trained for their true path of heroism,"
" How long did it take for you to think of that speech?" I chucked to myself. He gave a laugh of his own.
" I've given it for thousands of years, my dear child," He said, leading me forward to the groups of smaller buildings.
" These are the cabins. Twenty in all, although Hera's, Hestia's and more are vacant. Yours is here…," He said, pointing to a building located on the left side. It shimmered in the evening sun. It was hard to tell if the building of gold was shining in the radiance of the sun or if it was the gold itself was causing the glow.
" Now I must tell you… no one has step foot in the Apollo cabin for some time now,"
" How come. I was told my dad was a player and he had lots of children," I spat, trying to keep the hatred out of my voice.
" They were all sacrificed. They had to be, by orders of Zeus," He said with sorrow. I went to walk forward to my cabin, but was stopped by Chiron.
" Now is not the time. Now you must come forward… let the other campers know who you are," " I don't want to be known. I want to stay in the shadows of them all," I muttered to myself. Whether he heard me or not, I'd never know. He whisked me away to the first building I saw.
" I'm sure you're hungry," Chiron said, although he seemed distracted by his thoughts.
" I'm not, actually. I'm tired. I want to sleep, get changed and find Nico. He said he'd be here…," I started. I drifted off and looked to my beaten up converse.
" Come," He said, not giving me an option. I sighed but reluctantly followed him.
Chiron led me to my table, an empty long picnic bench with a white table cloth with purple embroidery. The campers paused their chatter, looking to me. The uneasy silence was that, uneasy. I sat down at the table and a plate of food was soon found in front of me, along side a goblet.
" What do you want to drink?" Asked Chiron.
" Just water I suppose," I said lowly. With my words, the cup was filled with the clear liquid.
" I'm impressed," I murmured to myself.
" Allow me to get a camper to take your things-" He started leaning towards the small leather bag that was still on my back.
" No," I growled. " No," I repeated, more polite. He nodded in understanding and trotted off - literally- leaving me to my food. As I ate, I heard whispers from all around.
" She hasn't given an offer," The loudest said in disgust. Chiron clipped back over, and I looked up at the white horse-shaggy bearded man.
" You are supposed to offer the gods your finest food," He said, pointing to the fire pit in the center of the room. I gave an amused snort.
" In my mind, they don't deserve it," I told him, storming right back towards the cabins.
I pushed into the door of my own cabin, Apollo's Cabin, and looked around at the clearly defined vacancy. It hadn't been cleaned in a while; a layer of dust settled over the beds, their sheets gone. It seemed that furniture had been taken out recently, too. In some places there was a lighter layer of dust unlike the rest of the room. All that was left was a few beds, a dresser here and there. Even a chest. I inspected the walls, seeing pictures of the previous occupants' parents and family. I slipped off my worn leather bag that had gone through miles and miles of travel, battle after battle and had been the only thing I owned for quite some time. I dropped it on the floor and walked slowly over to another door that I then realized was the bathroom. I pushed open the doors, and saw a sink, toilet, shower and a mirror. I tried the water and realized it had been turned off.
" Damn," I muttered under my breath. I looked up and saw what appeared to be me in the mirror: brown eyes, dark brown hair, pale skin. I tried rubbing off some of the dirt on my face but it seemed plastered there. I gave a growl and as I pondered whether to punch out the mirror or not, I heard a knock at the door. I left the bathroom and walked to the door of the cabin. I opened it slowly, staying in the shadows of the door.
" Yes?" I told the girl in front of me. She seemed no older than fourteen. She had flowing blonde hair, flawless skin and make-up. Another girl, older, maybe matching my age. She wore Greek armour, held a spear and had heartless eyes that were trained on me.
" Chiron said to give you these," The flawless fourteen year old said. She held out what looked like a pillow and bedding. I took it with a hidden gratitude and muttered a thank you. She soon scurried off, her bodyguard going after her. I grabbed the armoured girl's arm as she was leaving. She turned around and I was surprised that her spear wasn't shoved into my soft stomach flesh.
" When does the water come back on? Heating? Electricity?" I asked her.
" The cabin generates it's own resources. It'll take some time for it to get used to people again. It's been a while since the sacrifice," She muttered. She turned away again and I grabbed her arm.
" Whoa, whoa. Wait… what happened in this sacrifice? Chiron talked about it earlier-"
Her spear point, this time around, was indeed pressed against my stomach, daring me to push her temper. I paused, narrowing my eyes towards her.
" I don't like your attitude," She snarled at me before storming off after the younger kid. I sneered towards her, calling out.
" I don't like yours!" I receded into the dark cabin and looked around for a final time, as if I expected thing to have moved. I went to the bed with the only mattress and started making the bed. During my chore, the lights started to flicker and soon stayed. There was now a warm glow about the Apollo cabin. Or as warm as it could feel, despite my hatred for my father. I went to my leather bag on the floor and spilt it's contents on my new bed. I looked on the remaining supplies. My extra black jeans and concert T-shirts I swiped from second hand stores, mostly AC/DC. My leather jacket Nico gave me was folded up nicely in the bottom of the piling of clothes. I hadn't touched it since the day he gave it to me; it was too precious for me to wear. There were other things amongst the clutter and garbage. A pack of gum, soap, extra money and a few drachma. Nico, one of the first God related thing he showed me to do was how to ask for Iris messages, from the goddess Iris herself. I stayed away from the gods and their ways and abilities the best I could. I suppose that since I was here now, all that avoiding would be useless. Thank the gods there was a hairbrush somewhere in there. I needed to tackle my appearance, despite what I wanted. I went to the bathroom and tried the water in the sink. Cool water ran under my fingers and for that, I was thankful. I started detangling my hair and after some effort, my hair was back to the long, silky state it hadn't seen in a while. I skipped the shower and headed back to my bed. I decided to throw my clothes in the dresser. I took a piece of gum from the pack. I grinned at the flavour: spearmint. I put everything else away and dove into the covers. I buried myself in them, sighing.
" It's been too long," I murmured to myself, curling up into a ball.
A rude awakening was the first thing that came to mind when a horn bellowed it's sound all across camp. My eyes snapped open, interrupting my dreams. I sat up, rubbing my eyes. What had I been dreaming about? A dog maybe?, I thought to myself. The horn went again and I released a low, animalistic like growl. I wanted to know who's cruel joke it is to wake some poor girl up at whoever-knows-o' clock. I collapsed back down on my back and took a deep sigh. I found my gum again in my mouth and spat out the stale taste. I stuck it back in it's wrapper and started to drift back into the dream realm. That was until the lone cowboy decided to show up at my door.
" Can I come in, Lyn?" Came his voice.
" No, go away," I yelled in return.
" I want to talk," He called through the door.
" We are talking!" I said, my smart mouth deciding to play an early role this morning. He decided to open the door anyway and clip-clopped his way inside.
" Here is your camp schedule. Get dressed and come to the Dining Pavilion for breakfast. I've excused you from Cabin Check this morning, but I expect this place clean tomorrow," Chiron said. I rolled over and watched him put down a piece of paper on a table.
" Get up. Now," He told me when I refused to move. I groaned, but pulled myself up. He closed the door securely behind him and I went for my clean clothes and hairbrush. I was not at all impressed.
As I groggily made my way into the Dining Pavilion, I heard snickers from nearby girls. They all looked flawless, reminding me much of the girl yesterday. In fact, I spotted her at the same table as the snickering girls, but she herself wasn't laughing. I paused beside them, glaring. They stopped their laughter abruptly and I gave them a warning, although no words were shared. I went to my table and had Chiron find me.
" Good morning," He greeted.
I covered my face with my hands, my hands covered with my white hoodie's sleeves.
" Go away," I muttered into my hands. He simply ignored me.
" This, is Clarisse La Rue, daughter of Ares," He told me. I looked up and saw the same attitude, cold hearted girl as yesterday. Again, I was not impressed.
" She'll walk you through today and camp life in general. If you have questions, you ask her,"
" Great," I sarcastically stated under my breath. Clarisse smirked down at me and I glared right back up.
" This'll be fun, daughter of Apollo," She whispered to me when Chiron left.
" Don't call me that. I'm not his daughter," I yelled at her across the room when she went back to her table.
" Alright then, smart one, who is your father?"
" If I could choose, I wouldn't have one. A normal one at least," I said lowly to myself. She smirked slightly, thinking she'd enjoy herself. Believe me this, child of Ares… I'll make your day a living hell, I thought aggressively to myself.
After breakfast, Clarisse came back over, still wearing that smug look of hers.
" Do you have your schedule Chiron gave you?" She asked. I dug into my pocket and pulled out the sheet of paper that already was ripped, bent and screwed up.
" Well?" She growled, getting impatience with my lack of words. " What does it say on there?" " Crap," I chuckled to myself. She growled deeply, so I read it out loud before she could eat me.
" 8:00 to 9:00 Breakfast and Cabin Check… what? Who in hell gets up at 8:00 willingly?" I said aloud.
" Read. It," Clarisse said through clenched teeth.
" I am," I growled at her myself. " Text studies," I told Clarisse.
" Okay. With who?"
" Says here, Chiron himself," I said.
" Okay. Go find Chiron and at -" She grabbed my paper and read it shortly.
" 10:30 go to the armoury. You and Hermes Cabin are polishing armour today,"
" Alrightie," I said, standing up. I pushed the paper into my pocket and pranced off to find Chiron.
" What is the point of knowing this?" I asked, my head buried in mounds of open books.
" You must know your ancient history. You are apart of it all! You're the daughter of Apollo,"
" I'm not the daughter of Apollo," I growled. He'd tried for the last fifteen minutes explaining why knowing Greek mythological stories were important and that I was indeed related to the sun god Apollo.
" You are," He pushed.
" Alright, tell me this," I said, whirling around to face him. " If I'm the daughter of Apollo, why don't I have powers? Nico could do all this cool stuff and I can't do anything!"
" Have you picked up a guitar? A bow? Tried to heal the wounded? Those are where your talents lie Lyn," He said. I waved him off, but took a few moments to think about it. Maybe he was right after all. I've never touched a guitar, let alone a bow. And since my behaviour could be unpredictable, most wise people didn't trust me with sharp objects or healing equipment.
" Now, can we get to work. We've got fifteen minutes until you have to go to the armoury," Chiron said, flustered.
" Alright. ' It is said long ago that Apollo-'," I started to read, until I glanced at his shelves.
" Can I read that one?" I asked. Chiron followed my line of sight, going to the book and nodded, taking it from it's place and handing it to me. The book was old and black and worn. On the spine, in gold 'The God of Death' was written. I flipped the book open to the beginning.
" 'Hades. Lord of the dead, feared by all; living or not. Cast to the Underworld to deal with souls and monsters, he decides whether you go to the fields of Asphodel of burn in Tartarus…',"
I couldn't tell you how long I read for. At the end, I gathered that Hades wasn't as bad as everyone depicted. Hell, Nico was related to the god, and he was fine with me. According to the words written, he was a ruthless and cruel man, the god behind tricking Persephone into living with him in the Underworld. Can you blame him though? It's dark down there and with nothing but deformed monsters and moaning souls, you'd think a person, mortal or god, would get lonely down there, right? It was Chiron who had to stop me from reading, sending me to the armoury. Before sending me off, he had looked to me worriedly. I figured it was because I stood up for Hades; defending his crimes and praising his good side. I left Chiron's room, the only thing on my mind was the god of death.
I pushed into the armoury after meeting up with the Hermes Cabin outside of the building. The Stoll brothers, Travis and Connor told me to polish the shields. They handed me a cloth and polish and sent me off to work. I sat in the corner alone, a pile of shields to my right, a stool with the jar of polish to my left. I hummed quietly to myself as I scrubbed at the bronze until it shined. A ways into my work, Connor called my name. I headed over to him, wiping the polish off on my jeans. Connor, looking like his twin, Travis, had eyes that always made you think you were about to be robbed. Made you think that you were about to be deceived. They made me weary, to say the least. He handed me a book. The same black book I had read not twenty minutes earlier. I checked the title on the spine. It now read ' The God', 'Of Death' had been scratched away.
" Chiron says that since you had enjoyed this, you may keep it and to keep up the good work," He informed me. I gingerly took the book in my hands and opened it up to my last page. It indeed was the book about Hades. I had to ponder, why did Chiron give me the book if he was so worried about my respect of Hades?
After my half-hour chore, I was sent to the stables for my next activity: Pegasus riding, taught by a group of girls from Demeter Cabin. I sat on a hay bale, watching as various other campers, including the fourteen year old I had learned was called Annie, were flying on winged horses. Annie was daughter to Aphrodite. Sweet girl. Too bad I couldn't say the same about her half-sisters.
" Come on Lyn! Why don't you join us?" Called out one, black haired girl. She was younger than me, for sure. In fact, very few were older or matched my age.
" No," I said.
" I am more than happy on the ground, not prancing around on mutant horses in the sky," I told her. She was watching her class from the ground.
" Are you sure?" She asked. I nodded, turning back to my book. She gave a little sigh and from there on out, I ignored her.
After the hour long lessons, it was my last activity before lunch. It was midday and my job to help heal the campers, according to Chiron. He didn't want me to do anything else. He was determined to make me see that Apollo was my father, whether I liked it or not. I entered the giant tent, seeing rows of injured campers. I walked forward, tapping one person on the shoulder. They turned around, tall, lean and clearly frustrated. He wore glasses and his blonde mess of hair was all over the place.
" You're the Apollo girl right? Okay good. Do you know what these are?" He asked, getting right to it. In his hand were piles of cubes, red looking.
" Dyed sugar cubes?" I guessed. He wasn't amused, to say the least.
" You know what… I don't care if you are related to Apollo, girl. I don't trust you with the ambrosia yet," He told me, handing the cubes off to someone else.
" Apollo girl, can you go over there. Hold the patient's hand. Remember she's only nine!" He said before scurrying off. I shrugged and headed over to the very last bed of the first row of two. There was a young girl, brown haired and green eyed. Tears streamed down her face as a group of other campers tried taking out a piece of something from her leg. I walked over to her side, taking the place of another girl. Immediately her small hands crushed mine.
" This'll hurt," Said one. They started pulling on the object, and the small brown haired girl beside me screamed. Not a yelp… it sounded like she was being murdered. Best description.
" Almost there!" The same said. He had shaky hands and I saw his problem. He was using all the wrong equipment and he had too many people. I shook my head clear. How did I know that?, I managed to ask myself until my thoughts became occupied. The small girl sat up slightly, seeing her leg, she paled. I gently put her back down and moved her head so she had to look towards me. With my free hand, I stroke the side of her face. Her tears ceased, only for a moment. They pulled recklessly again. It was coming out, but they were doing it inch by inch, causing the little girl unneeded pain. With that, Chiron trotted through the tent, marching over.
" What on earth is happening?" He roared. I glared up at him and pointed to the already frightened girl. He didn't even acknowledge my presence.
" We're going slow!" The same boy said. " But it's wrong!" I yelled in return, before my brain could even let me know what the hell I was saying. Chiron brought me from my kneeling position and made me switch places with the boy. I now stood in front of the scene. There was a shard of wood in her calf. It was half in, half out but it was bleeding horrendously. Not enough to kill her, but it was starting to head that way. I reached for the tweezers and told the girl.
" This will hurt, unimaginably. Please forgive me,"
With one fluent motion, I brought out the shard. I looked around frantically. I found a white cloth and pressed it against her leg. After momentary pressure, I lifted the cloth and saw no obvious pieces left. I looked around again and took the needle and thread that was handed to me. I threw the cloth at someone in my way, starting to stitch up the wound, all the while, I found myself humming. I tried to move, grabbing some water to clean the blood away as I went, but people were crowded around. I had to push people away to get to the water. I managed to locate it and with that, I finished up the job. I finished the humming song, I handed the rest of the tools to the nearest and decided I was finished. I had preformed for Chiron, who wore a smile. I smiled back too and went to the little girl, who was exhausted.
" Ambrosia will come your way momentarily," I told her. It clicked somewhere in my head, that it was to heal the greatest of injuries. She nodded but seemed too tired to respond. I patted her hand. I looked at my hands and clothes. They were bloodied and wet.
" Go get yourself cleaned up. You deserve a break," Chiron told me. I nodded greatly and headed to my cabin.
We had pizza with Greek olives today at lunch. I sat alone, the book of Hades in my lap. I had been told, that it was rare for demigods to be able to read flawlessly, like I could. Dyslexia and ADHD were common in demigods. Although, I found it strange that I had neither. I read while taking bites of my pizza, but something caught my eye. I read deeply, taking in all the information I could about Lord Hades. A while later, Chiron tapped me on the shoulder. I looked up from the book, barely, and Chiron stepped back. I looked around and saw that everyone had left.
" Volleyball with Athena Cabin," He told me. I sighed and closed the book, scurrying off to find my next group.
Volleyball was fine. Athena's children were like me; book smart, not as active. Playing three hours worth of volleyball was tiring work. But, I was delighted when I had firework making with Hephaestus Cabin afterward. But that activity was soon ending and then it was free time. I found myself sitting under a tree, reading my book when Chiron found me.
" You should use this hour to clean your cabin, Lyn. If you leave it in the state it's in, cabin inspection won't be pleasant," He told me. I sighed, irritated that I couldn't keep reading.
" But it's super messy! I can't get it done by myself!"
" Fine. I'll send a camper up to help you. For now, get started," He ordered. Muttering curses, I stood up and trudged over to my cabin.
In my cabin, I started flicking off the dust of the tops of counters. With my lame attempt, a knock on the door came. I opened it and saw Annie.
" Hello Lyn," She said wearily. I nodded and looked around my cabin.
" Hello," I said in reply. She held rags with her and handed one to me.
" Let's get going shall we?" I asked. The child of Aphrodite nodded and got to work. I noticed after a while of dusting down all the surfaces, polishing the gold statues of Apollo that Annie had found and placed accordingly, that Annie didn't seem like a normal Aphrodite child.
" How come you don't wear layers of make-up and fancy clothes like your sisters and brothers?" I asked her. She hauled a chest to the middle of the room and shrugged, dusting off her pants.
" Not sure. I don't have a drive for that sort of stuff," She explained. I went to the chest and opened it.
" Whoa, look at all this!" I exclaimed. Annie headed over and peered over my shoulder.
" That's archery stuff!" She gasped. " No really?"
" Sarcasm not needed," She said in reply. Inside there were quivers filled with arrows and golden bows.
" Wow," I whispered. There were many five bows in there, and a quiver for each. I counted the arrows in the quivers and got the total number: 24 arrows per quiver. I did the name and realized that there were 120 arrows all together. I closed the chest and pushed it to the foot of my bed.
" I should take up archery. My dad does it, so should I," I chucked to myself.
After a while of cleaning, we were done. Statues were shining, the bow I chose was hung up on the wall, the quiver leaning against the wall underneath it. We took down the pictures of the deceased campers and fixed the extra furniture problem. Now, I had a make-shift desk, a bed, dresser, chest full of weapons and a bedside table. I went to the table and put the book on it, taking a piece of gum with it too.
" Here," I said, handing her the green gum. She shook her head. I rose a brow, but took the piece for myself.
" We're not allowed outside food here," She told me quietly. I stopped my chewing.
" You won't tell people I have this, will you?" I asked her, almost begging her.
" Not at all," She laughed. " You should see Aphrodite Cabin. Chocolate wrappers everywhere,"
I smirked and put the pack away. As she was about to speak, a horn went off.
" Dinner," She told me when I seemed confused. She grabbed my hand and started leading me away, out of the cabin.
After dinner it was Capture the Flag. Two teams were readying: Athena and Hephaestus Cabin against Hermes and Ares Cabin. On the side, ready for the wounded were Demeter and those who just didn't participate were Aphrodite. Now, Athena and Hephaestus were wondering whether to add me to their teams. Underneath my black pull over hoodie was battle armour. On my back a quiver of arrows and a bow. By my side, a celestial bronze knife in replacement of my old one. I didn't mind taking part of this game. The whole object of it was to capture the opposing teams flag. Here we could fight each other. We wanted to 'maim' our opponents and not kill them. I found it hard to do with arrows, but I suppose I'd find a way.
" Can you shoot that bow?" An Athena girl asked. I shrugged.
" Never shot before,"
" But your father is Apollo," A Hephaestus boy said.
" Supposedly,"
" Alright, we'll take her," The Athena girl decided. I smirked towards Clarisse as I joined their side.
" Alright. Teams to the ready!" Chiron bellowed. At the call, my team started marching through the forest.
" I want you to protect the flag. It's south and once you pass the tree bridge, you go down the hill into the stump," The same girl who had recruited me ordered.
" How do I protect it?" I asked.
" Anyway you can," She said. I was about to question her, but another horn went and all the campers charged forward, shouting their battle cry.
" Alright. Whatever," I growled, setting off to find this damned flag.
I had found it alright, and now I sat in a tree, above the flag. If Athena's cabin was as smart as they were portrayed, I wouldn't need to do much. I started humming to myself, knocking an arrow on my bow. During my song, I heard a twig snap. I still sang, letting the intruder believe I hadn't heard him or her. I watched as a creature slithered from the bushes. Not something I'd ever seen. All I saw was a giant paw and then it retracted, hearing something.
" Yeah! We found it!" Exclaimed a Hermes camper.
" Let's get it!" Yelled another. I decided now was the time to test out my shooting skills. I stood up on the thick branch, aiming down at their ankles. I released the first arrow, not even sure what I was doing. But where I wanted the arrow to go is where it went. I clipped the first camper's heel, sending him to the floor.
" I'm hit!" He yelled. The second drew his sword, looking around. I glanced around at my own surroundings. I decided to take out the second, hitting him in the hand. I shot the arrow and I was amused with the success. Yelling and screaming, they rolled on the floor, holding their wounds. I snickered and heard howls of success. Moments later an Athena camper declared out victory, but she couldn't spot me. She saw the arrows in the victims and looked around in the trees. She eventually lifted her head to the tree tops. I waved and she laughed.
" Good job!" She called up. I nodded and slowly climbed down. Once my feet touched the ground, she dragged me off towards the celebrating party.
" Congratulations to Athena, Hephaestus and Apollo Cabin for defeating Ares and Hermes Cabin," Chiron complimented. Victory cries came from Athena's Cabin. I continued eating my smore. The fire was enchanted to read everyone's mood one camper told me. It was a steady orange, meaning everyone was calm and someone attentive.
" Chiron?" Came one girl, I couldn't tell from who. Chiron looked to the direction of the sound.
" Will the songs come back now that Lyn's here?" I recognized her voice as Annie's.
Chiron looked to me and I took an uneasy feeling.
" I suppose that is up to Lyn," He said, looking towards me. Several pairs of eyes took their gazes to me and I felt my cheeks redden. I didn't answer so their attention on me drifted away. I yawned and stood up. I walked past campers and started towards the cabins. I was tired and after a day as big as this one, I needed my sleep.
Settled in my bed, I had the book of Hades open in my lap. I scanned pictures of the Underworld, or according to what people had heard. I saw pictures of the Hundred Handers and Cerberus, the three headed dog. My eyes drooped until, I had the wits to close the book and sleep, thoughts of Hades burning through my head.