Heres chappie two. Might just be boring, like Hazel explaining stuff to Alex. BTW anyone guessed who Hazel's parent is? Did I make it obvious, or not? (I did didn't I?) idk. Tell me if I did.
Lots of talking in this chapter.
Right before I finished eating, I realized I forgot something.
"Hey Hazel." I said.
"Mmmhh?
"Who's my Olympian parent?"
She frowned "Not sure. It'll be clear at camp though."
I was puzzled. "Camp?" I asked
She slapped her forehead and cried, "Vlacas! I forgot to tell you?"
"Uh, tell me what?"
"About Camp Half-Blood!" she said.
"Well, you didn't mention anything about a camp" I told her.
"Sorry, Alex. Camp Half-Blood is a place where demigods, like us, train to protect ourselves from monsters. It's a Half-Blood sanctuary. We stay there in the summer. Tommorow we'll head over."
"Okay, So why are you out of camp?" I asked.
"I'm on a quest."
"Quest?"
She nodded. "It's when a Half-Blood is permitted to leave camp to complete a special objective."
"Oh. So what's you quest about?" I wondered aloud.
She tensed. "I was sent to defeat a large amount of monsters stirring in this area"
I nodded. Then I thought of something.
"Hey, Hazel?" I asked.
"Yep?"
"Who's you're Olympian parent?"
She smiled. "Apollo, god of archery, the sun, and poetry."
I nodded "Makes sense. So that's why you fight with a bow?"
"Uh-huh"
"Hey," I said, "Any ideas who my parent might be?"
She looked thoughtful. "Hmmm.... what do you enjoy doing most?"
I grinned. "Pranking."
"Alright. Do you think out your plans and make them very elabrate?" she queried.
I thought for a while. "Sometimes" I concluded.
"Alright, then you might be a child of Hermes or Athena. But I could be wrong. It's not set in stone what the children are like." She told me.
"Ok" I said and nodded.
Hazel finished her food then stood up. "I should teach you the basics of swordplay and archery today, after I hunt."
"Alright, but I gotta warn you, I've tried firing a bow, and I'm a horrible shot."
She shrugged. "There's always a time to learn"
And with that she walked out of the tent.
I sat there, still not quite believing what had happened in the past day. At least, I thought it had been a day. I decided to ask Hazel later.
Then a thought struck me. The school. What would the teachers think when they realized I was gone? I wasn't worried about family, I had none, being raised in an orphanage. The orphanage was used to losing kids once in a while. Heck, most of the time they didn't even notice.
I was sorta sad about leaving my friends, but they would move on. Most of them weren't close friends, anyway.
After just lying down for a while, I remembered that I didn't have all my stuff. I groaned. Now I wouldn't have a change of clothes, or toothbrush, or... anything else I would need.
Daaaaaarrrniiiiiiiiiiiit! This sucks!
Then I got an idea. I could sneak in and get back my stuff! No one would ever even notice! Of course, I'd have to find the camp first... and it was't even near. I was sure, 'cause I couldn't even hear the lake.
I sighed and kicked a stone. Then I heard a noise, like a rock falling on metal. I looked at where it had came from, and saw that the stone I'd just kicked was lying near a bronze dagger.
Hmmmm... I could just steal it. Hazel wouldn't notice. She did say that I needed to defend myself. Well, not really, but close enough to be an excuse!
Yes! I thought, while grinning, I love loopholes!
I walked over and picked up the dagger, then went back and lie down, as if nothing had happened.
I examined the dagger. It was made of celestial bronze, and it was so light I could barely tell I was holding it. I grimaced, because It would hurt my arm if I swung it at full force.
Then, as if the dagger was reading my mind, it became heavier.
I was so suprised that I almost dropped it. Then, a grin crept across my face. This thing was sweet! I wondered what else it could do.
I willed it to grow longer, and it did. Right before my eyes, a bronze dagger had become a sword. Laughing, I swung it a few times. It was perfectly balanced. I liked it.
I realized that Hazel would probably notice if a weapon like this was missing, but decided to keep it for the time being. It couldn't hurt. Much.
You've passed! a voice said in my head. I nearly jumped a mile. "Holy crap!" I screamed.
Oh, sorry. Said the voice.
I gathered my wits and asked, "Umm... who are you?"
Alex, I am you're father! the voice said in an imitation of darth vader.
"Oooookaaaay. I see where I get my sense of humor from!"
Uh, yeah. I've always loved star wars. So many good moments.
I laughed nervously. "Uh-huh. Listen, why are you talking to me? And a name would be nice." I told the voice.
Oh. Errmm, well... I wanted to test you. That dagger is my personal favorite weapon. I call it abeo. A.N. I actually looked that word up. It's latin for 'change'. Consider it a gift. I figured you were only worthy if you would steal it. I hate it when my kids think stealing is wrong! The last one that did said something like 'But it's not mine!' before I turned him into a snake. I enjoy snakes.
"Uh, yeah. Sensible. Snakes are a good choice" I said, swallowing my fear.
Mmm-hhmmm. Yep. Oh, really? So, would you like that with two-day express shipping? No? Alright then. Bye!
"What?" I asked, completely miffed.
*cough* err, sorry, Alex. Client on the phone. gotta go!
"No, wait! Who are you? Please! Tell me!" But it was too late. The voice was gone.
I wondered who it could've been. I raked my mind, trying to think which god would test me with thievery.
Then it hit me. All these pranks. Every time I've stolen. They were inherited traits.
My dad was the god of thieves and travelers.
Hermes.
Hope you enjoy! R&R
