I'm sorry I took so long, I had a bit of writers block while Writing this chapter. I would also like to mention that I am starting another series called The Chronicles of Garrikal, its more of a fanfiction of the Genre fantasy, rather than a specific story. If you enjoy, the Lord of the Rings, Dragon heart, or Braveheart you should enjoy it. The prologue will be up in a few days I think.
Enjoy, and as always REVIEW!
JOHN
In the last year, John had learned a lot from the Romans.
John had learned different ways of fighting, and how to put on a toga, but tonight John was reminded that nobody threw a party quite like the Romans did.
Last night John had come back after being away for a month, and they had fought a battle on the fields of Mars, but it was at the party that things got interesting.
The party was in New Rome, away from the camp of the twelfth legion. In new Rome lived people of all ages, thus the parties tended to have alcohol at them.
Tonight was no exception, and everywhere he looked, John could see people draining glasses of Roman wine, including William.
That's not good. Thought John.
John had never seen his brother drunk before, but John new that William and alcohol would not go together well. William was saying something to Harley, with a goofy grin on his face. Harley laughed, whatever William had said, it must have been funny. John never thought he would be jealous of his brother, but he found himself wishing had what William had. William had someone.
John hadn't had someone since...her. John listened as the DJ changed the song, it sounded like Pop, it was probably some really famous person that John didn't listen too.
William and Harley were dancing now, and Harley laughed as William made a fool of himself.
John made his way over to the drinks, and grabbed a glass of wine. John watched as William and Harley walked toward the drinks, and William grabbed another glass of wine.
Bad idea William. John thought.
The song changed again and William led Harley toward the dance floor. It was a slow song, and soon there were many spinning couples all around the room.
John spotted Zoey dancing with the Mars boy, she was smiling wildly as they slowly danced out of view. John found himself leaning against the wall, staring off into space as he sipped his drink.
It was a while later that he noticed that Mars boy over on the other side of the dance floor; and he was kissing a girl that was definitely not Zoey.
Zoey is going to be pissed. John thought.
It was then that William approached, tripping over his own feet as he walked toward his brother with a look on his face that John had never seen before. William looked almost...hammered. John thought.Harley was following behind William calling for him to wait up. Just before he reached his brother, William fell flat on his face. When William got back to his feet, there was blood dripping from his nose.
"I'm okay." He said before reaching for more wine.
"William I think you've had enough to drink." said John, grabbing William and pulling him away from the drinks.
"Nah I'm okay." William said, before throwing up on the floor.
"No your not." said Harley, grabbing his other arm.
John and Harley dragged William from the party, and set off down the road toward the Omega company barracks. William fell on his face half a dozen times before they made it to the barracks, and he fell twice on the three steps at the barracks door.
William somehow managed to get to his bunk without falling over, and as soon as he was settled John turned to Harley.
"If he so much as looks at alcohol again, duct-tape him to a wall or something." John said.
Harley laughed. "Sounds like fun!" she said with her trademark devilish grin.
John waited until he was sure William was asleep, and then he left the barracks, and walked off into the night.
It was not the first time John had gone out for a walk by himself, walking helped him think.
John remembered the days before he knew who he was. He had been so blissfully ignorant of how terrible the world was.
He was only seventeen, but he had seen and done things that would frighten grown men. The worst part was that he didn't know whether he did what he did because he was brave, or incredibly foolish.
The battle of Bon Echo had haunted John ever since that horrible day on the beach. So many had died that day. In his dreams these days, John could see the blood covered faces of the teenagers he had watched die. John just wanted to forget. He just wanted to run, and keep running. He didn't like the path that fate had laid before him. The demigods were caught in a hopeless war. The only thing that could defeat their enemy was a box with the crucial parts missing. They were still missing three of the stones, and unless they found them soon they were pretty much screwed. The war was tearing John apart.
In the morning John was up first, polishing his armor until he could see his own freckly face looking back at him. He looked at his watch and realized it was time for him to wake up his Company.
"Omega Company up!" he shouted.
There were several long groans as the Company got up, and there was an especially loud groan from William.
"Why does my head feel like it's about to explode?" asked William, covering his eyes with his hand.
"Because you had too much to drink last night." said John.
"Okay, I remember being here last night, but I don't remember how I got here." William said.
"That's because I had to drag your drunk arse back here!" said John.
"Oww... can I convince you to cover me for roll call, let me sleep in?" Said William.
"No." said John.
"Your a jerk you know that?" said William.
"Yep." Said John. "Omega outside in five minutes!"
The rest of the week went by in a flash; it was Friday now, campfire night for the Greek campers.
That week John, Zoey, Will and Harley had spent more and more time together, but often William and Harley would leave to go 'for a walk'. John guessed that was code for 'make out in a bush for twenty or thirty minutes'. Zoey had told John that she had seen the Mars boy, Jacob, with that other girl. They had broken up a few days ago now.
That night at the campfire things got interesting. The sound of demigods voices filled the air as the demigods sang, and the flames of the campfire were high and bright this evening. But as a lone figure walked into the light of the camp fire, the song abruptly stopped as the demigods stared at the red haired girl. It was Rachel Elizabeth Dare, the oracle, her appearance tonight could only mean one thing, a Prophecy. Rachel gasped and doubled over, when she stood up, her eyes were glowing green.
When she spoke, her voice echoed through the night, and John was scared now. What would happen would happen John new, but knowing what would happen would make it a hundred times more frightening.
"The sons of Wisdom and War will go north and west.
To find the blood stones shall be their quest.
With theft and thunder to be their aid,
lest Mount Olympus fall, and forever fade."
Oh gods. John thought.