Unnamed camper's POV!


Cabin 11, isnt it?

Cabin-freakin-11

It's where the unwanted -sorryundetermined- kids get stuck.

-how-do-they-say-it? "WELCOMEtoCABIN11."

ohIfeelverywelcome

"So how long do I have to stay here?"

Until you're determined.

Thanks for the straight answer.


That's when Ηξ started whispering.

Murmuring

Speaking

Coaxing

In your dreamsdreamsdreams. That voice

-cold/cruel:likeAknifeONstone-

That voice-you soon find- () is Kronos.

Sliced to bits with his own scythe (chopchopchop) but he's a'comin back that's what all this WARbusiness is about.


Come, he coaxes. come come come. You're OBVIOUS talent is being wasted at camp. You can do better. ohSOmuchBETTER.

You thought NO. ..:NoNoNo::.

But he made promises.

(Ohpromisespromises-brokenpromises)

He'd give you respect.

(R-E-S-P-E-C-T)

You'd get revenge on the kids who ignoredYOU the gods who desertedYOU.

And this time you thought maybe. ..:MaybeMaybeMaybe::.

Sad, isn't it? So so sad.

That's what he said. (_what_you_believed_)

That you never got what you deserved, you hero. You couldHAVEbeen shouldHAVEbeen SOONtoBE hero.

You got mad. (fieryLITTLEoneSOsoSILLY.) mad at those accursed gods. And this time you thought yes.

Oh yes. YESyesYES

So you left that camp. (GOODBYEtoNOone) and that *hideous* orange shirt.

Purple with a black scythe is much more your speed.

So you r/a/n off to find them. But you didn't have to l_o_o_k that hard. They f+o+u+n+d YOU before you made it to Manhattan.

"I want to fight" {fight for you. fight the gods.}

Let's go to war.


You sit back on the deck of the Princess Andromeda asking yourself

(-questions-questions-)

*Did they even notice I was gone?*

Turns out they did. Saw you were missingingmissingmissing and told Chiron

(that old horse/man: talk about treachery)

[he's fighting his daddy.]

You wonderwonderwonder if Kronos has even thought about that.

-Daddy's little boy training heroes (theLOSINGside) to fight against him.

...Oh my my, how the tables have turned...

[Chiron] shook his head -SOsadFORyou- and wished that you were lost not joining Kronos.

-Too bad for him.-

But you don't know it. Oh no you don't.

So train, little hero. Fight fight fight.

(¿Don't you know we're at war?)


Turns out Hξ was right. You're good with a sword.

Oh, yes. How many of your sparring matches have ended with your opponent on the deck, his weapon in the pool.

(took an unplanned swim, it did.)

and your sword pressed to his throat.

But you both laughlaughlaugh as you help him up.

"those brats from camp won't know what hit them."

Oh, but, youYOUyou -treacherousLITTLEhero- hope that those

BratS from camp

know EXACTLY what hit them.

And that the gods sufferingsuffering will remember you [{and regret ever forgetting, too]}.

Because you'll see to it that they all suffer after Kronos takes the victoryvictoryvictory.

It shouldn't be that hard.


You lost.

HE lost.

The monsters didn't know what hit them.

You and the others (:half/bloods:) don't know what to do.

Left all alone without a clueclueclue after the world caved in on you.

but though you didn't want to you knew what to do:

You tried to hide your face when you straggled over the property line

--again, might you add-.

Maybe they won't realise that YOU'RE one of THEM.

You feel like dying as they burn the shrouds and treat the wounded.

As you see the comfortinghuddles around mourningfriends

And you know eventually youll havd to tell someone

but that can wait.

Its too close now because of two words.

Myfault. Myfault.

The fault is mine...


Please excuse this random freeverse ish thing... It was a random idea and here you have it! StarrySea greatly loves reviews! (and she just switched into 3rd person.) I'll shut up and let you review before it gets any weirder! :P