A/N: Well, I don't know why the hell I'm writing right now (I've been stuck at home since Thursday with bronchitis) and I still feel like crap :P plus we're reading "Romeo and Juliet" in English and I didn't get to read my favorite part! No! Mercutio, don't die! *sobs* he was my favorite! Plus I've got to memorize the prologue by…well I'm typing this on Sunday, sooooo…by tomorrow… (Two houses, both alike in dignity; In fair Verona where we lay our scene…yeah…) I'm screwed. Plus, speaking of screwed, my track coach got caught having sex with a senior and was forced to resign…oh the week I've had…
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The warm breeze of autumn blew through the window of the Demeter cabin as Emily Graf yawned sleepily before crawling out of bed. She'd had a repeat of that same dream again. 'You, my dear, shall be instrumental in someone very special's life. You, my daughter, are very important.'
Emily couldn't see how that was true. All she'd amounted to thus far was being a normal camper, other than her deathly fear of water. All she really did was help around camp. It was so much fun! She helped style hair when the Aphrodite cabin decided to give an entire cabin a makeover (this past week had been Ares cabin!), played flute with some Apollo kids in a small concert band and helped in the kitchen making gelato (her favorite!) and crepes (her other favorite!)
As she rose and stretched with her sisters, she mused about the promise her mother had made. How was she gonna be instrumental to someone? When? Who? And most importantly, why?
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Meanwhile, in the Zeus cabin, Juliarre Whitts is being roused out of sleep by the pesky sun shining through her drapes. After jumping in a quick shower and dressing, she started on her morning routine: heading down to the training pit before breakfast to work on her swordsmanship. She grabbed her indestructible glass sword and her taser (just in case!) and headed down the small slope that lead up to her cabin. She was the only child of the Big Three now that that Percy Jackson menace was gone. Percy had sacrificed himself to end the war. Talk about a stupid move. Her instincts as a spy told her to put her own safety first, but she knew she would've done the same thing. For the gods? Hades no. For the attention, duh. Juliarre needed attention to survive. It was a need. She couldn't help it, she had to be noticed. And going out with a bang was one hell of a way to do it. If it took dying for the gods she despised, she would happily.
But that wasn't needed. Only a flashy display was needed.
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Draco Khalid strode purposefully though the crowd headed toward the mess hall. He took sadistic pleasure in tripping one of the younger kids. It wasn't his fault, really. He has SPD (sadistic personality disorder) along with a myriad of other disorders. People who didn't know him would think he was an Ares child, but he was actually a son of Athena. He had a one-sided rivalry with Juliarre, the best swords(wo)man in camp. She never reciprocated it, nor did she even glance his way, brushing him off as if he was a gnat. Two Aphrodite girls walked past him giggling. They said hello.
"Hi Draco." The blonde cooed at him. The brunette beside her giggled. Draco just grunted and walked away as an Ares boy approached the two girls.
"Wonder why, in the name of Lord Zeus, Drake won't talk to me…" the blonde trailed off. The brunette took her boyfriend's hand and giggled softly. The boy snorted.
"Duh Anna, he's Mr. High-And-Almighty."
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Ryan Jones sat in his makeshift cabin, knitting. No one had believed Arachnides, the goddess of spiders and immortal enemy of Athena, would ever have children, so no cabin had been built for her, other than a very small shack. The agreement made because of Perseus Jackson gave him somewhere to stay other than the Hermes cabin. He shuddered slightly at the thought of that. He disliked people and loved the sense of security the silence brought. At the moment, he was knitting a purple scarf for a little Aphrodite girl who'd been rescued from a monster right outside camp. Her name was Alyson and she was 3.
"Ryan?" A small voice asked, sounding like 'Wyan.' He looked up and saw Alyson tilting her head curiously at him. He smiled softly.
"What?" he opened his arms and she plopped down in his lap. She grinned and said,
"What's dat?" she pointed to the scarf. He smiled again. He told her it was a scarf. She tilted her head again and asked who it was for.
"Well, I suppose," he said, putting playful emphasis on the 'suppose', "it's for you!" She squealed happily and hugged his neck.
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Medeia Long giggled softly at the illusion she created to entertain herself. Alice in Wonderland was the best, ever. Especially the Mad Hatter. She clutched Mr. Sniffles, her black stuffed bunny, closer as the illusion slowly came to a close. It came to a screeching halt when a satyr slammed her door open to wake her for breakfast. She was quite childlike for her age and was subsequently treated as such, including the wakeup calls. She didn't like them.
"Go. Away." She commanded the satyr in a dangerously quiet voice. The nameless satyr took one look at her and practically flew out of the cabin she'd decorated herself. There weren't very many children of Mania, only four to be exact, and they shared her love of the Mad Hatter. So the walls were plastered with posters of Johnny Depp as the insane Alice in Wonderland character. Once the satyr was gone, the anger disappeared and happiness retook her countenance. She smiled softly as she 'dressed' Mr. Sniffles for the day. Something bad was going to happen. She could feel it, for some reason.
And she was never wrong about bad things.
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"I am the Waiting One, it seems
Days grow somber quickly
Now how the quiet is release
And I feel so lonely…"
Macy Vernon-Jamie sang softly as she strummed her guitar. No, she was not a child of Apollo, rather, a daughter of Athena. However, she did seem to have a nature ability to play the guitar. From her father? She'd never seen him pick one up. Her step-father? He had one, but he didn't play. Yes, she had two fathers. Her biological father had married her now step-father after Athena left him high and dry. She was perfectly happy with two fathers, even though she was often made fun of by mortals for it. She just stuck her tongue out and kept her head up.
She, too, had a strange feeling that day. She chose to ignore it in favor of picking up her guitar and playing The Waiting One by All That Remains. It was a new song and it was so beautiful.
"…How did you think I would feel
Throw me aside again
How did you think I would feel
I won't let you hurt me again…"
A beautiful song about getting hurt by the person you love the most, thrown aside like trash. That was how her father had felt, until he'd discovered her mother was Athena. As in, the goddess Athena. His jaw had dropped and he almost dropped the infant Macy he'd been cradling. He told her stories about that. Her step-father had to take her before she was dropped on her head.
That feeling wouldn't leave her, but it was ignored efficiently.
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Perry T was curled up in a corner of the Hermes cabin with her latest read, The Outsiders by S.E. Hinton. So far it was actually pretty good. You couldn't really tell that the author was only 14 when she wrote the book. She smiled slightly and sank further into the bean-bag chair she was sitting in. Travis and Connor Stoll were throwing things around the cabin like idiots (as usual) and trying to beat each other senseless.
'Like they have any sense in the first place.' She snorted quietly. Then the feeling hit her. It was almost like dread, but deeper than that…she knew she'd felt it before. A piece of her shattered memory told her she had. For what seemed like the fourth time that morning, she cursed her amnesia to the deepest pits of Tartarus. Then she shrugged and delved back into her book, wanting to find out what happened after the big rumble.
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Nicola Andrews glared at her surroundings for the hundredth time that morning. The Hunters of Artemis were staying at Camp Half-Blood (with those stupid BOYS who didn't understand that they were eternally MAIDENS. Was that so hard to comprehend?) all because Lady Artemis had a feeling. Though, Nicola had to hand it to her, the last time she'd had a feeling, the World Trade Center fell to terrorist. And before that was Vietnam, then... Well you get the point. This was not good but Thalia, the second in command, told them to stay calm. She sneered. Thalia didn't deserve that position! She herself did! Thalia was just a no-good runt!
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Mason Isaac Howard sat down with her friends at the Apollo table after they'd finished eating breakfast. Soon boisterous laughter filled the room. An Apollo boy named Adam seemed to find her face very interesting as he stared at her quite a lot. She, being shy, blushed and looked at her shoes before making her crack about Mike, another boy. Suddenly, an explosion rocked the mess hall. The demigods ran outside to see what in the name of Hades was going on. What they saw shocked them.
The demigods mentioned gathered around, and watched as a mighty pine fell. What they saw made them scream.
"OH MY GODS! RUN!" they screamed at the others.
A/N: Crappy ending, I know. But, I wasn't even going to put this up but I came home sick after 2nd period and typed. So be happy and review my lovelies!