Set in the crazy world created by Rick Riordan and inspired by the unconventional ramblings of livetolaugh. Ready yourself for a tale about how Chiron found himself in a wedding dress on Olympian TV.
Chiron In a Wedding Dress - Part One
Annabeth woke up with a groan. Normally she wouldn't have been caught dead in bed after six o'clock. Today however, was an exception. As she rubbed at her sore eyes she noted the lack of noise in the cabin.
Not normal at all, she thought. Once she had switched her pajamas and bunny slippers for jeans and sneakers she headed outdoors half expecting her cabin mates to spring some sort elaborate trap as soon as she stepped outside. Scenarios ran through her head, none of them ending well for a certain blond.
Her caution was proved redundant when she was met with silence and an empty central green. She ran back inside to consult the clock her siblings had installed on the cabin wall. Ignoring the impulse to pick out the flaws in the design she read as fast as her dyslexia allowed her. The winking digits confirmed her fears.
"Vlacas!" she hissed. She threw caution to the winds and ran out of the cabin to the dining pavilion meeting several satyrs on her way to the pavilion. To their utter surprise she failed to greet them. For most Satyrs, breakfast time was an alien concept, fit only for the most straight laced of humans. Somewhat predictably it took the touchy Satyrs weeks to forgive Annabeth for the perceived slight.
As the Satyrs fumed a red faced Annabeth came to a halt outside the pavilion. Sure enough the sound of laughing campers emanated from the building. She stepped inside and made a beeline for her seat. Her half-brother Malcolm forced down a spoonful of whole grain, high fiber cereal before flashing her a tentative smile.
"Sorry," he blurted, "Alex said to let you sleep."
Annabeth considered asking him since when she had wanted to remain abed after seven in the morning, but Malcolm's wobbling lower lip and her growling stomach persuaded her otherwise. In lieu of the Nymphs, who were busy with preparations for one of the twenty odd festivals they celebrated throughout the year, was an extensive buffet.
At the serving dishes she helped herself to liberal servings of breakfast foods. Behind her Silena Beauregard, tutted in disapproval. She tried to point out the ramifications Annabeth's diet would have on her waistline but Annabeth was too young, too indifferent to care. It would take several years and a certain green eyed son of Poseidon to change that.
She sat back down and dug in. All around her campers talked, mainly about the upcoming July fireworks. With everyone so animated it was hard not to notice the Stoll twins. They were huddled in an abandoned corner of the pavilion, deep in conversation with a girl. The Stolls seemed agitated, glancing over her shoulder into the crowd at regular intervals.
Annabeth looked down as the trio scattered and headed back to their tables where they attempted to appear nonchalant. They succeeded, to a certain degree but Annabeth's curiosity had already been piqued. When breakfast had ended and the campers streamed out to their lessons the Stolls slipped away from the crowd and headed to the big house: in the opposite direction to their arts and crafts lesson.
Annabeth watched them slink off, torn. Part of her loathed what following the pair would entail; She would have to skip one, two maybe even three she now claims otherwise, eight year old Annabeth was very much a stickler for the rules. On the other hand, the Stolls are definitely up to something, she reasoned.
She would have liked to deliberate further but the fast moving Stolls forced her hand. Checking that no one was behind her she fell in behind the brothers.
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