Amber loved pranking nights. They did so much fucking with the camp, they were surprised it still stood. Nobody dared messing with the Hecate cabin, because it was made of sensitive rune stones which could easily explode.
The joys of being born of magic.
She had already changed out of her PJ's, and was now wearing shorts and a paint splattered Camp Half Blood tank top, her hair up in a bandana.
They were going to prank the entire camp, so they had enough to do in two hours.
Claudia tiredly walked down the steps to their secret prankster chamber, decked out with everything from hairpins to spray paint and makeup "replacement".
"Dibs on Athena," Amber whisper-shouted at her half awake sister. "I'll take Poseidon," Claudia said, immediately waking up at the mention of pranks.
"Three, two, one, go!"
Amber grabbed her glue gun, and a box of realistic spider toys. She grinned like a maniac.
She was no fan of spiders herself, but as long as she knew they were fake prank time, fuckers!
_Line break, bitches_
She had snuck into the Athena cabin with great stealth. She fired up the glue gun- she had no idea how it ran, but probably with some Supersized McShizzle Valdez magic.
She began to rapid-fire glue the spiders all over the cabin- even on the desks, their prized books and maps, beds- everything. She even put some outside.
She also filled the cabins boxes with skittle packages that said FEEL THE RAINBOW, YOU ORGANIC MUFFINS!
Amber shuddered at the mention of Iris's muffins. Poor Fleecy.
She injected their toothpaste with food dye, and put a filter in the sink, making it appear black. No, she didnt forget the classics- feather fall. She added pressure timers, and once the clock hit five, all the feathers would be released.
Amber snuck out from the cabin again, and headed for Aphrodite.
She injected their many hair products with dye of hideous color and cheap perfume. Most of the cabins worst fear. She changed the desiigner (I am not sorry.) shoes for the Disney princess shoes with fur, pictures and glitter.
She messed up their color coordinated clothing system, and swapped one person's belongings with another's. Looking out the window, she could see the Poseidon cabin entirely red, and the Apollo cabin looked more like a shrine to Artemis with its silver glow, deer horns over the door and complicated imageries of hunting.
Go Claudia
Down in the pranking cellar two girls sat cackling evilly and high-fived. They had changed out of their paint-splattered clothes, and now Claudia was wearing bright blue jeans and a Camp T-shirt with her bead necklace hanging out. Her neon pink high-top converse added another colorful layer to the artist.
Amber was wearing a camp tank top stuffed down in her high-waisted dark blue jean shorts. Her bead necklace rested on her defined collar bones. Her black and purple Nikes' looked like they were peppered with bullets- there were holes everywhere, and she refused to use any other shoes until the dam sole fell off.
The conch-horn sounded over the whole camp.
Head counselors did headcounts, and found their spots in the dining pavilion, now rid of the crack Nico had made years ago- when the giant statue of Apollo/Nero had stepped on it, they had rebuilt the whole thing, and was now a lot larger: Some of the tables were double the size, and new tables had been added.
They lined up for sacrifices to the gods, and the wonderful aroma along with the smell of baked strawberries created an incredible atmosphere.
Well, enough with the dillydallying. Amber almost doubled over in laugher when she saw the sour, grumpy campers.
Pretty much all of the Aphrodite kids had gushy green or yellowish hair, and were complaining about the camps lack of bleach and natural hair dye.
Rachel's eyes glowed, and green smoke rolled out of her mouth.
You shall travel to the descendants home
The deep black will foam, meet an equal of my own
See that what was stolen will safely return
And faith in the goddess will emerge
Beware of the cursed twins
The key they hold to endless death
(A/N Sucky prophecy, I know. But I don't write poems, and I am not Rick troll Riordan.)
Rachel passed out. How were they supposed to know who would go to wherever these descendants lived? Why did Chiron look so worried?
"Claudia, Amber, follow me," Chiron sounded worried. His white stallion body had gotten grey streaks in it.
"I recently got a letter from Minerva McGonagall. She is the headmistress of Hogwarts," Chiron started, looking around to check if we were listened to. "I have talked to the gods, and we have together with Hecate found the descendants."
"They are wizards."
"Why are you telling us this anyway?" Claudia asked what Amber had been thinking. Her eyes glared harshly into Chiron's "No, Chiron. I'm not going to that school," Amber stated seriously as she glared and crossed her arms across her chest.
In the twelve years they had been here, they had never been asked to go to a school for a quest, and they weren't about to start at eighteen, and she was sure that they would blow up this School and create Mayhem within days of being there.
"You have no choice in the matter. The gods have voted."
"Screw the gods," thunder rumbled outside. "All offence intended, drama queen!"
"Calm down, Amber. You are not the only ones there. I've heard that Neville attends Hogwarts." The two girls fell over laughing at the ridiculous name they hadn't noticed before. They managed to call their school for a pigs skin disease.
"Why, Chiron," Amber sounded tired, even to therself. "Why does it always have to be us?" All the fight was gone from her voice, but she was starting to wonder- Neville, a son of Hegemone, always clumsy with everything but plants. He was a good friend, always helping anyone out, and he hadn't been to camp for three years.
"I'm only going because of Neville." There was reluctance in her voice, and strain, like she didn't actually want to go, which was true.
Amber leaned back in her chair, with her arms crossed on her chest, closing herself off completly and looking over at her sister. Claudia still needed to answer.