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Hola peoples! For anyone who cares (thank you), here's the next chapter! I would probably update this once a week or so. . . . probably later, sadly. SO sorry this took a while, but my mentor/beta person, Iz's computer broke so I decided to go solo for the time being! . . . . Yeah, that's about it, ON WITH THE STORY!
First time I woke up, I was in an all white room but that's all I could tell since I was only awake for about two seconds before my vision faded, and I was out again. Second time I stayed awake and saw that a) I was wrapped up and b) whoever's in charge has weird taste. I mean, what kinda place has a poster where there's a goat boy thing with a thermometer in his mouth saying "Don't let sickness get your goat!" ?
I tried to sit up, but before I could, someone spoke.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you."
She looked sorta odd, with glasses and something that looked like a . . . lab coat? No, a doctor's coat. Which is really odd since she looks only a couple years older than me, at around fifteen or something. She was holding a clipboard while jotting down some notes while looking at me back and forth. She did this for a couple of seconds, before saying,"My name's Alyssa. I'm the one who wrapped you up you so you're my responsibility."
I had to suppress the urge to say what am I, your pet fish?
"So, how are you feeling? Like you're about to burst into flames or anything like that?"
I stared at her like she was mental (which, she very well could be for all I know).
"Right, no one explained to her yet," she muttered. "Well, since the last kid broke the video, I'm gonna have to go get Chiron then. Stay there!"
I'm not exactly gonna jump out the window like this, am I?
I waited for what felt like an hour but when I looked at the clock, it'd been about two minutes when finally, a guy in a wheelchair came in with Alyssa.
"Ah yes, hello . . .?"
He trailed off, which was an odd way of asking for my name.
"Nicolette Hadley," I replied.
He nodded and whispered something to Alyssa. I had to try really hard to hear, and barely heard a few words, like "bring . . . outside. . . . camp."
Camp? I thought. What camp?
Alyssa turned to me, and said, "I'll get someone to show you outside. Need a wheelchair?"
I tried to get out of bed myself, and (in less than a minute too!) managed to stand up.
"Nah, I'm fine," I replied, and we went outside.
We were in some large baby blue painted wooden house. We got on the patio and found out that this place looks weirder than it originally seemed. There were cabins, all around the same size, but different designs. One was looked solid gold. Another was silver. There was one that was the biggest and made outta marble, and it looked like a bank because of it. There was a sword fight too. And girls not unlike the one I saw earlier, coming out of the trees. And- was that a flying horse?
I turned to Alyssa. "That's it." I said. "I wanna get outta here."
She shook her head. "I'm afraid you can't do that. It's dangerous out there for you."
"Why?" I asked. "Just cause I can't fight or something doesn't mean that it's 'dangerous for me.' I'm not that weak."
She shook her head again, more impatiently like she was getting irritated with me.
"No, it's not that. It's. . ." she sighed, and trailed off. "Looks like I'm the one who has to tell the newb. Okay, you might wanna sit down for this."
"Thanks, but no thanks. I'll stand." I replied. "Now, what's going on here?"
Alyssa sighed again, and said, "Fine," and she told me everything: how I was a daughter of a god, that I'm a demigod and that it's unsafe for me in the mortal world, that I have to train here, etc.
This time, I shook my head. "No way. That's impossible. Greek gods can't be real, they're myths, thousands of years ago."
"It's the truth. We're all half-bloods here. If you weren't one, then you wouldn't have been able to get through the border. You would've burned up, literally, after eating nectar and ambrosia. Into ashes. Face it, it's the truth." she said.
I just kept shaking my head, and backed away a bit.
"You're crazy. All of you." I said. But as soon as I said that, I saw these goat guys- what'd she called them?
Satyrs. There were satyrs. Satyrs. And following one satyr, was a . . . dryad, I think. Oh boy.
Alyssa patted my shoulder. "I'll let you chew on that."
I just sat down in one of the chairs on the porch, thinking this through.
My dad. He's . . . not dead? He- he's a flipping god? He's a god and he never bothered to call, or pay childcare, or something? That would help, at least a little bit. Since my mom's job was basically to fetch coffee we don't exactly "live large". See, she's like one of those interns you'd see in movies, like that girl from "Cloudy with a chance of Meatballs". She deserves a better life, and my godly dad couldn't help out a bit?
I was broken out of my reverie when the same girl I saw earlier, the one who was halfway out a tree, except she was wearing a yellow toga this time. She still was, but the one a few feet away. She waved me over, so I walked over to her.
"Hi! I see you got here . . . err, not a hundred percent safely, but you got here alive!" she said.
Got here alive? Pssh, more like mauled to almost-death, I thought.
"So. . . uh, how are ya liking camp so far?" she asked.
Um, I'm sorta freaking out since I just found out my dad's an Olympian god, and I'm a special girl who's supposed to kill monsters, I thought. And did I mention I was mauled? But instead I said, "Okay I guess. Uh . . . what's your name by the way?"
She blinked like she had never thought about that, and said, "Oh, it's Acacia. I'm a tree nymph."
This time, I blinked and just nodded. "Tree nymph . . . right, I really should've guessed."
"It's a lot to take in," she said sympathetically, "but on the plus side, you can make a buncha new friends now!" She smiled as if that would make everything in the world that much better. I couldn't help but chuckle a bit.
"Right. Oh, and my name's Nicolette." I said.
"Hmm . . . Nicolette. Sounds like a mouthful. No offense!" she added hurriedly. "Just . . . can I call you Nicky?"
I thought about it. Nicky. Has a nice ring to it.
"Sure," I replied. Then she grabbed my hand and shook it.
"Nice to meet you!" she stated, while coming out of her tree, still holding my hand. Then she shocked me by yanking it and running towards those cabins. "Now come on! Lemme show you around!"
Ooh, we get to see the tour next time! Sooo . . . how'd I do?
