The Trend

by Gwen's Archive

The Trend is our little group of Demigods, Magicans, Gods, Goddesses, and Oracles. There is currently 42 of us, and ALL of us are eiether Jeyna shippers, or we don't care either way. One way to tell how cool we are, is the fact that someone keeps trying to be us, impersonating us and flaming stories, trying to make us look bad, 'cause they wish they were us. We're cool like that.

1. Chapter 1

This is for I am Hazel daughter of Pluto! Hope you like! I'm gonna post them In random order!

First, Here's your poem.

Has awesome ideas

A funny person

Zuper cool

Endless work

Loves Jeyna

Now, Here's your Oneshot.

Hazel walked through the woods. She had been sent to find the Missing camper, a son of Mercury. She hurried through the feilds. Suddenly she saw a buliding. She was sure that hadn't been

there before...

I hurried inside the factory. The logo with one eye gave me the creeps. I heard a shrill scream. Wait, that sounded like Robbie, the boy she'd been sent to look for. I turned the corner. I

quickly jumped back. A gigantic Cyclops was slow roasting Robbie. I had to hold back a scream. I took a deep breath. They had discarded Robbie's T-shirt to keep as a souvenier, maybe? I

grabbed the shirt. I could use it as a reminder of Robbie's heroic acts.

I summonded a huge chunk of Platinum. I made a raising motion with my hand And whacked the gigantic Cyclops in the head. I looked around. The big cyclops was knocked out, but littler ones

were coming towards her. I was almost trapped. I ran and jumped off a wall and over the heads of several cyclops. I ran. Once I reached the door a rather large cyclops was guarding it. I

did the only thing I could think of. I punched it. I felt bad for a second. Then charged out the door.

I ran, and ran, Until I reached camp. I had an idea. I ran to the littlest tree. I laid Robbie's shirt at the bottom. I sighed. Then went to tell Jason and Reyna the bad news.

Kinda sad, But hope you liked!

I am Gwen daughter of Arcus