A questionable quest.
Hey guys! It's you favourite writer, the one, the only….HFG!
Thank you, thank you. Now, to begin, I'd like to thank my mother…
That's enough of that!
Okay, enough fooling around, Gilligan, and get on with the story!
Okay okay! Sheesh!
Okay, I'm done fooling around, let's get serious…
Today, I shall be starting a story called 'A questionable quest'
I'll be writing it in turn with Your Camp Half Blood, my other significant story (Drabbles of a Percabeth sort is just for funsies.)
I shall write this preface, plus two chapters of this, then two chapters of YCHB then this…
You get the point.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy!
Yours truly,
HFG
Preface
An abroad trip for newbies
August picked at his nails unsurely, hoping Chiron was kidding.
Apparently not.
'Of course. It's not like I'm afraid or anything,'
There was just something about aeroplanes that August couldn't stand. Maybe it was being so far from nature…Or maybe, it was just the whole concept of flying altogether.
Either way, August was quaking in his hooves.
Chiron smirked. He found this funny. Surely not?
But he did.
'Of course August, if it would be any relief to you, you can be accompanied by two campers,'
August sighed. At least he would have someone to make sure he didn't die. Preferably someone brave.
Preferably one of the cabin heads.
Hopefully Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase.
But of course, August wasn't that lucky.
'Yes it would. Thank you Chiron,' He bowed his head, and Chiron left to find the campers, circled around the campfire, singing merrily (and badly) and roasting marshmallows.
August was right on his heels, shaking slightly with worry.
Not one of the new ones. Not one of the new ones. He pleaded, though, since he didn't say it out loud, I doubt anyone heard…
Unless Edward Cullen happened to be here.
Doubting that, August sighed and sat down next to his first newbie, Beatriz, the Cuban daughter of Aphrodite.
Chiron grinned, his bright white teeth gleaming by the firelight.
He began to explain to the campers the situation. 'Any volunteers?'
A few hands were raised, including Percy and Annabeth. August crossed his fingers.
Beatriz also had her hand up; smiling proudly like it was some kind of achievement.
'Oh, might I add, you'll be going to Scotland,'
Beatriz reluctantly took her hand down. She didn't like cold weather, or the rain, so of course, it was understandable.
A few other hands did the same, most likely for the same reason.
But there were still far too many hands in the air. Far, far too many. 15, but they only wanted two. 16 plane tickets would cost a lot of money.
Looks like they're gonna have to fight for it.