Okay, here's the second chapter. For those romantics out there who are wondering when she's gonna start falling in love, let's just say...SOON. Get ready for it. Do you wanna know who the dude is? The "familiar demi-god" in my summary? Use the review thing to tell me if you want a hint:D
After a sad goodbye to my mom and a plane ride with Bob to New York, he led me to Camp Half-Blood. At first, I thought he was bringing me to a place in the middle of nowhere and was going to murder me to relieve the inborn killer urges. But then I realised he was a goat.
As if he could hear my thoughts, he turned around to glare at me. Hey, it's just hard to associate goats with violence. I mean, sure, they can kick your behind so hard you can't sit the next day and make it swell up like a tomato but ...okay, so maybe it was kind of bad. Especially if you were a boy and the goat was half-blind and couldn't differentiate back from front. Ouchie.
"You know, I could play a tune on my weedpipes that could turn you into a tree." Bob warned me, "Satyrs can sense feelings. I know you're either insulting me, underestimating me or planning to crouch down and start eating the grass."
"I think you need to work on that 'feeling' thing more."
He shrugged, "Eating grass is as hopeless for you as insulting me is...Actually, I have no idea why the two feelings feel the same...if they are even considered as feelings or emotions..."
"Heartless creature, thou understand not the meaning of feeling. Thy dictionary await you."
He rolled his eyes at me and led me to the entrance of camp which a dragon seemed to be guarding. It was only the third greek myth creature I had seen and images of me getting munched on by it flashed in my mind. I gulped.
"C'mon. Let me show you our camp director, Chiron." What's-His-Face (I sensed a need for change) beckoned me to follow him.
Fourth mythical creature. Freaked out nonetheless.
He has a horse body!
He has a horse body!
He has a horse body!
I really needed to have a talk with my nerves. After a near-death experience with the spinx, it seemed that my calm self had run away and gone for a permanent vacation. Just great. I couldn't stand my panicky self.
"Are you Maylin, daughter of Zeus?" The centaur asked of me and I nodded. A small grin spread across his human (phew!) face.
"It's a lucky thing you managed to get here alive." He told me, making me wonder about what his words implied.
"Your half-sister got herself turned into a pine tree on her journey here." Marcus helpfully whispered to me.
Chiron frowned. "Actually, it was the monsters that nearly killed her. Zeus turned her into a tree before she died as an act of honouring her. Turning into a tree was not what nearly took Thalia's life away."
Turned into a tree? That's what was counted as honour here? I rather accept those tiny sweets my teachers used to give the classmates who managed to stay awake during her lesson, saying "I respect your attentiveness" as if they had just sacrificed an arm for the life of another. I think I would feel much more "honoured" that way, thank you very much.
Looking at me, Chiron smiled, "Don't worry. Thalia is no more a tree. Talking about Thalia, I think a couple of her friends might be looking forward to meeting you."
As if psychic, a most probably 18 year-old guy ran to our side at this point in time. He had eyes the colour of the ocean, dark brown hair and a fit, lean body. If those bimbotic girls from my school were here, they would be shrieking things like "Dude's so damn freaking hawt!" and then start jumping up and down like they had ants in their mini skirts. Trailing behind him was a blonde girl his age who probably felt like she had been slapped every time someone in this world believed in the stereotype of dumb blondes. It was obvious from the look in her grey eyes and the book she grabbed in her left hand that she was nothing like that. She was quite pretty though, but not at all stupid.
From the way the two stood next to each other, you could tell
that they were together. If those bimbotic girls really were here, I could tell that they would be busy planning some petty way of getting rid of the girlfriend. I was quite sure it wouldn't have worked though. Why? Those girls were stupid, this girl's wisdom sparkled brightly in her eyes and this couple seemed like they had been through a lot together and that nothing in this world could separate them.
The guy's gaze moved from me to Mikaleus (I realised his real name was already horrible) and back to me.
"Maylin? Thalia's sister?" He asked me.
Well, hello there, stranger. Nice to meet you too.
Before I could reply, his girlfriend whacked him on the head. "She doesn't know who Thalia is, seaweed brain! Not to mention us!" She turned to me, "Sorry about that. Percy lacks some brain cells. I'm Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena and he's Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon. We're Thalia's good friends and after Zeus identified you as his child, your half-sister Thalia, the satyrs and us have been trying to find you. It's quite a relief you've finally been found. Children of the Big Three-Zeus, Poseidon and Hades- tend to attract more monsters so we weren't sure if you were okay or not."
"Annabeth, Percy, " Chiron faced them, "Maybe you want to show our new camper around?"
"Sure!" They said at the same time and then smiled at me.
Well, at least this will decrease chances of me getting lost, I thought and followed Percy and Annabeth.
