Chapter 1: The Stalker
Eve had been told everything, from greek gods to what the camp was. Eve's mind, fairly empty, had gathered the informationed and filed it away. She was sitting on a bed in the infirmary when she first got her headaches.
"Eve Whiting is in here," a muffled voice announced. The door was opened by a satyr who scampered off. A guy walked in who seemed so familiar it throbbed her head. She pushed her pain away and stuck out her hand, remembering to be polite. "Hi! What's your name?" Immediatley the cheerful smile dropped like a spell from the achingly familiar boy. Oops. Wrong words; maybe his name was horrible and ugly. "Do you know why you're here?" he whispered ever so quietly Eve could barely hear. "Yeah. Got some huge cut somehow. And three leveled fingers. Who are you visiting? What's wrong with them?" Eve tried her usual tactic when it came to questions; shove them right back at the person. The heavy, sad eyes ringed with bruised shadows stared at her in a muted way. "It's my twin. She doesn't even remember me," the boy said. "Oh. I hope she gets better," Eve answered, looking around. No one was there. The boy shook his head. "Her mind isn't in here," he answered and ducked out of the room, closing the door softly. That was Eve's first hint to the first key to her memory.
Eve lay her throbbing head down on the pillow and curled into a ball, her sleep resting in the hands of Morpheus, who granted it gladly.
"Eve, it's dinner," a voice trickled slowly as water dripping from a leaf. She opened her eyes to see the same satyr. His face was so familiar it pulsed in her mind. "Okaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay," Eve said, standing up. She glanced at her three middle fingers, wrapped in a slighty stained cotton, they were the same length. "The name is Aster," the satyr said and clomped out. Eve stepped out and blinked away the sunshine. The area was so familiar; the large haouse, the dining pavilion, the sandy area and basketball courts it shattered her heart and the image swam in her mind. Eve slapped herself and fixed her eyes on the ground, trying not to look at anything that might trigger her blindside (her lost ememory). The eyes that seemed prod her only doubled when she reached the dining pavilion. Every face triggered her memory all at once, Eve stumbled backwards and almost tripped on the steps, catching herself on the rail. She gathered her strength and looked up, releived to see the violent pain had subsided. She swallowed and tried to figure out where to sit. Her instinct pulled her to the Apollo table. "Can I sit here?" She mumbled and the person next to her turned around and flashed her a dazzling smile, which turned into a frown. "Oh. You are not supposed to be here," she said simply and turned around. Eve turned around, biting her lip, and walked out of the pavilion. A whip of wind dipped in winter cracked against her skin. She saw a little fire at the edge of the Pavilion and neared. Tending the fire was a young girl with tumbling locks of hazel-brown, her eyes turned down. When she looked up, the eyes were fires, the warm comforting kind. "Hestia," Eve breathed. "Indeed, child. Everyone eventually taes their place at the hearth," Hestia answered and handed her a cookie. Eve bit into it and her mind throbbed again as she tasted it. To be polite, she managed to swallow that mouthful and put it down. She fet a hand on her shoulder and turned around to see the boy who had come to check on his twin. "Here's some dinner," He motioned to a tray full of juicy grapes and a hamburger. A small emotion tapped at her head. Eve rushed to place it, but it vanished as soon as she recalled it. This was seriously getting annoying. "What about you?" She questined, a little wary because this was the second time he just popped up and talked to her. Three times wouldn't be a coincedence. He rolled his eyes. "I already ate mine," he grabbed Eve's arm gently and tugged her to the table she had instinctivly gone to. Everybody had their eyes on her. She bit her lip and hesitated. The guy went over to where a bunch of other people from the table had gone to play basketball, but his eye was on her. Did Chiron send him to do this? Eve grabbed a few of the plumpest grapes and headed over to the fire. She dumped them in and whispered a silent prayer, begging for help. In the clouds above, she saw a man with a staff with snakes curling around it, wearing a guilty face. Then it vanished. She frowned uncertainly and walked out of the pavilion, heading to the forest for some time alone.
She walked in and immediatly tripped on a root. Eve held her hands in front of her and quickly got up. A droplet of water brushed her straight nose. Eve ran towards the heart of the forest and stopped. A dim, watery, faintly purple light emmited from one of the large boulders. Eve, facinated, carefully picked her way through the treacherous roots, a dangerous trap for her clumsiness, and brushed aside a weeping willow's long, leafy branches. No that the sky shed doplets of rain that trickled down the willow's branches in short bursts, the willow did indeed look like it was weeping.
Eve saw a small pool, waters smooth and clear as glass. In the middle was a small stone that had a rainbow (literally) trapped inside of it. As Eve looked closer, she saw that the pool seemed to come from the stone, as strange as it sounds. Eve reached into the pool and stirred it with her fingers. Energy whispered through her body and started to grow hot. Eve quickly pulled her hand away. She got up quickly she almost stumbled onto the ground. Hands grabbed her.
Okay, maybe grabbed isn't the right word, it was more like that person was steadying her. Eve turned around to see her stalker.
Eve glared at him . . . whoever he was. "I think I should introduce myself. The name is Jason . . . Whiting," He smiled. He turned around and vanished into the shadows. Eve took a step forward and tripped on a stone. Her injured hand fell into the pond. Eve looked in wonder at her hand. Her three fingers grew into what they should have been. A russle of leaves and slight grunt sounded. Eve glanced around quickly and headed out of the forest, to her bed in the infirmary. As she lay there, Eve suddenly fell asleep, as if the gods needed her to, as if they had something to tell her . . .