Jasmine was pouting under a tree. It was about an hour after she had confronted her father. She was still angry, and a little sad, and she had so many emotions in her that she didn't know what to do. She sighed. She saw another girl a few feet away. She was surrounded by friends. Jasmine knew her, slightly but, only because she was another Legacy, like her. Also, much like her, the other Legacy girl had blonde hair that went to the middle of her back. The difference was that the Legacy, who she remembered as Kayla Solace, was a much lighter, much more definite blonde, while Jasmine had more strawberry, reddish blonde hair. Another difference was that Jasmine had grey eyes, inherited from her mother, and Kayla had sky-blue. They were the same height, and everything.
But, there was another, very big difference. She was surrounded by people she knew, she probably cared about, and, who probably liked her for, well, her. Jasmine had he mother, and her father, and a few of the more annoying campers who believe that they're friends with her. She looked down. Could it be her fault that she didn't have friends? She pushed those thoughts out of her mind. There was absolutely nothing wrong with her. It was just them.
She stood up. She couldn't go to the woods and be away from these annoying people, the woods were apparently too dangerous for her. She didn't have a cabin to go to, she slept at the Big House, but, of course, her parents would be there. She had no place to go, and no one to go to. She sighed again and just began walking around.
Rather suddenly, she bumped into someone. She looked up and slightly growled. It was this guy again. He had sun-kissed skin with sandy blonde highlights that reached to about the middle of his ear and is slightly wavy. His hair slightly blocked his deep, light blue eyes. It's windblown and messy; a style which Jasmine thinks shouldn't work on guys. He towered above her at 6 feet, and she hated how small she felt when she was in his presence. She recognized him as Josh Taylor, head of Apollo's cabin.
"Hey there Jasmine!" He smiled his greeting to her as she just scowled at him. "Something wrong?"
"Yeah, I'm being annoyed by a cheerful giant." She snapped, starting to walk away. However, before she could, a trumpet-like sound blew. Someone, or more than one person/thing, were approaching camp at a fast pace. Some people started to freak out, thinking it was an oncoming attack from an army of monsters, while Jasmine just glared at the spot where the noise was coming from. Percy and Annabeth walked out calmly, as if already knowing who was coming, and motioned for Jasmine to follow.
As they got to the entrance of the camp, looking out, a small group was approaching, headed by two adults, and a few children. The first woman had piercing dark eyes, almost black like tar, and silky black hair, held back in a ponytail. She had softly tanned skin, and she looked to be analyzing everything new. She was wearing a regal purple toga, decorated fancily. The boy beside her had military-cropped blonde hair, and electric blue eyes, shimmering with excitement. He was rather tall, and quite built.
Although there were quite a few children behind them, the two that stood out were both girls. They seemed to be leading the group. The first girl had shoulder length brown hair with a single blue streak in it and side bangs. Covering the top of her head, however, was a baseball cap. She had soft chocolate brown eyes and softly tanned skin. Her pants were simple blue jeans with a purple t-shirt on over top, reading Camp Jupiter, and, she was wearing high tops.
The other girl was next to her. She, however, seemed to act more dignified than the others. She had her nose in the air, as if she had something to prove. Her hair was a soft black that ended in the middle of her back in soft curls. Her hair was held back by a light purple, almost violet, headband. Her eyes were dark hazel, and her skin a soft ivory. She was wearing a soft pink dress with soft purple petals dancing about on her dress, with spaghetti straps. Overtop, she was wearing a jean jacket, and white ballet flats.
"Hey, Jason, Reyna." Percy warmly welcomed them, smiling, standing next to his wife, pulling Jasmine closer, while holding his hand out to shake.
The boy, Jason, Jasmine assumed, smiled back at them, shaking Percy's hand, and giving a brief nod over to Annabeth. "Hey, man! It's been a while since we last saw you!" He looked down at Jasmine. "And, who is this?"
A soft yell from the crowd of Greek demigods erupted from the back, "Be careful! She bites!"
"I will rip out you tongue and strangle you with it!" Jasmine yelled back, glaring at the spot where the yell came from, about to stalk over there but, Percy stopped her and pulled her back, as she crossed her arms.
"This," He motioned down to Jasmine, "is mine and Annabeth's daughter, Jasmine."
He smiled as he went to mess up her hair, "Aw. Isn't that a cute little name for a cute little girl."
Jasmine, however, snapped her teeth at his hand, causing it to recoil before it could make contact with his hand. She spoke dangerously slow, "You should listen to voices next time."
"Percy, Annabeth." Reyna came from behind Jason, looking as regal as ever. "We have much to discuss. If you would be so kind, is there a place we can discuss our business?"
"Ah, yes. Do you want the children to come, as well?" Annabeth motioned to the children behind Reyna and Jason.
Reyna shook her head, momentarily looking back "No. If you would be so kind, could they possibly join your Campers while we're here?"
"Sure!" Percy cheered nodding. He motioned towards the big house as a place to discuss. "Come on you two." He looked a Jasmine. "Do not try to sneak in and listen, again."
The four left, while the campers scattered, the Jupiter campers, however, remained close. The girl with the more relaxed look rolled her eyes and walked up to Jasmine, saying "Hey, I'm Alex. Daughter of Jupiter, or, as you Greeks know him, Zeus. I assume you're Jasmine?"
"No. Even though that's exactly what my dad just said, my name is not Jasmine." She said with a roll of her eyes. She turned around, and went to walk towards the Big House.
"I do not think you're supposed to go there." The girl with the black hair spoke up from before, "Is that not what your father just said."
She turned around, continuing to walk backwards and smiled devilishly, "Who says anything about going in?"
Jasmine sat beneath the window of where the meetings normally took place. She was thankful that her mom had opened the window to air things out. She could now hear every word spoken.
"Why did you come?" Came her mother's voice, "Not that we aren't delighted to have you."
"Our augur had a prophecy. We think it involves both Romans and Greeks, like the last Great Prophecy." Jason replied.
However, the talking stopped all of a sudden, a soft murmur was heard but, all that came from another person was a soft, "Shhhhhh." Rather suddenly, Jasmine looked up to see her father hovering over the window.
"Hello, daughter dearest." He said, his lazy, knowing smirk was across his face as she pouted.
"It's not fair." Jasmine replied, standing up, "I should be able to know! The whole Camp should know!"
Percy reached over, going to stroke her hair, "Sweetie, calm down and lower your voice, please."
"No! I will not! How come you always treat me so different? Honestly, it's not cause I'm just your daughter, is it?" Jasmine yelled, glaring.
Percy glared right back, just as intense. "Know what? No! It's not just because you're my daughter! It's because you're not as strong as real demigods!"
"I bet I could get a prophecy just as well as any normal demigod!" Jasmine squealed, glaring. Rather suddenly, the anger drained from his face, and a knowing smirk came into play.
"Really?" Percy smirked lazily. "How about a bet?"
"What kind of bet?" Jasmine asked, looking a bit, intrigued.
"No, Percy." Annabeth ordered from behind them, Reyna and Jason just sitting there, looking amused.
Percy, however, ignored his wife and looked down at his daughter. "If you can get a prophecy out of the Oracle, I'll treat you just like any other demigod. Capture the Flag and all. But, if you don't, then, you can never complain about being treated unfairly, ever again."
As Percy stuck out his hand, Jasmine thought this over. She knew that a prophecy wasn't given without a reason. Without a purpose. There was a great chance that a prophecy might not be given. However, if she didn't she'd always be treated like this. Always.
Little did Jasmine know, as she said that one word, her life would change. "Okay."
Hey y'all. Sorry it took so long. I got writer's block, school got in the way and just plain laziness. And, then, I had communicative problems with my Beta Reader so I got this chapter up a week after I intended it to be. But, besides that. Hope you all don't hate me too much.
Less Than 3
-Unusual
