I walk out onto the field of strawberries for the strawberry harvest competition. A gif huge girl spots me and walks over to me.
"Why, who do we have here?" She questions me. "A newbie huh?"
I fiddle with my long golden hair. "Yes, I'm new," I tell her. "So what?"
"Nothing," Then she leans down. "My name's Clarisse. Heard ya were accused of stealin' Hades's Helm of Darkness. That really ain't matter da me. Just sayin'."
Annabeth pulls me over. "Something is definitely wrong here," She whispers. "Clarisse always abominates people. Not love them! She was nice to you! She is never like that."
"I don't know what abominates means," I say. "But I'm pretty sure it means hate."
"Shush," Annabeth tells me. "The competition will start soon."
As I walk past the strawberries, they seem to perk up. And get redder. And the leaves get dark green. Annabeth seems to take notice.
"Wait a second?" She stops me in my tracks. "Did the fruit, did the berries just look up at you? Do they have a crush on you? Whatever. I must be losing my marbles."
"Uh-huh," I lie. "You must be."
"Ready, get set, harvest!" Chiron blows his whistle.
Everyone picks up their baskets, and pick up strawberries as fast as they can. Some get mushed because they squish them! I take my time and harvest slowly. But I seem to go must faster than the others, who are getting frustrated. As I whiz through, I notice that all my berries are in perfect condition. Red, ripe, not mushed. Just... perfect.
The whistle blows once more, and Mr. D counts our berries. "Looks like we have a winner! Ape-" he begins.
"April Rainy!" Shouts Chiron glaring at Mr. D.
"looks like I wasn't hallucinating after all!" Mutters Annabeth.
"What's that, Annabelle?" asks Mr. D.
"LOOKS LIKE I WASN'T HALLUCINATING AFTER ALL!" She screams.
"Not to loudly, girl," Mr. D plugs his ears.
"Sorry," Annabeth explains. "Awhile ago, when April walked the berries, they seemed to perk up, and get redder. And all of her strawberries she picked were in perfect condition. And she was the fastest harvester. Is this a clue? I think her parent is Demeter."
As soon as those words left her mouth, all the demigod's eyes flows up to above my head.
"it is Demeter!" They cry loudly.
"That explains her sunny hair, her green grass eyes, her light muddy colored skin, and the fact that she likes the color of a sparkly summer lake!"
"No wonder!"
"I see the resemblance!"
"She looks so much like my version of Demeter!"
I look up to see an ear full of wheat. Fading wheat. And that's when I know, Demeter is my real mother.