I must apologize for my terrible writing. I wrote this years ago. I don't own the characters, but my OC.
We make it to the campfire before anyone else could. We sit down and wait for them to come. It was an awkward silence between us, neither of us knows what to say. Suddenly, I feel that darkness much closer than before. I shiver and Luke notices it. "Is everything ok, Pyper?"
"Just fine," I sneeze and Luke says bless you to me with a smile. "So why don't you want to talk about your father?"
His smile drops and he looks away. "What is there to talk about? He's nothing special, quite frankly, I hate him." I watch his expression becomes to hatred and sadness all in one.
"So… you're a father hater too."
Luke turns to face me, "What about you, know anything about your father?"
"I guess there's something to talk about and things that aren't allowed to be heard. I don't know, I have no memory of him."
"Like no warm glow, or something to think it's a sign?"
"If he had the time to give me a sign, it would've been like a long time ago, or perhaps now! No, he didn't give me anything. I was left alone in the world, waiting for a sign that will never come." It was silence for awhile, Luke tweeldes his thumbs in boredom and shyness.
"So," he pauses, in case saying this might insult me, "your eyes…"
I throw out my hand, swaying it around, "What? They're mortifying to look at, scary? Not normal to have?"
"They're just, intense. You know, you're the only person who I know that has three color mixtures in each eye."
"Well, I guess I'm special."
Luke raises his hands up and tries to cover up his failer in telling me about my eyes, when the campfire got busy. Everybody was coming from dinner. Annabeth, Percy, and Grover make their way to our row and sits down. 'Why am I really here, there's has to be some good point to know the biggest question around here. Who's my father?!'
A group of thingies come onto the stage and begins to sing at the top of their lungs. I clamp my hands over my ears. With eyes that can only communicate and the voice so low, that it can't budge out, we all speak with our eyes.
Grover: So, did you have any luck?
Annabeth: Nope, she's still undetermined. We're still waiting for the sign.
Percy: Perhaps she needs a little nudge to get the claiming.
Annabeth: We're not playing war to find out who her father is!
Percy: It was just a suggestion.
Luke: A bad one.
Pyper: Will all you guys quick bantering on this, determination?! It's bad enough for me to not know who my father is. For you guys, it just makes it worse!
I shrink out of the crowd and walk away from the light. All this loud music can cause quite a headache. 'What's my specialist? Who am I? Who's my father?' I would love to know.
*ruffle*
"It's quite rude for you to turn away such a fun time." Luke says as the singing calms down.
"What is happiness? I would love to know about it." I breathe slowly, my back turn against him.
"What?" he asks, stepping forward.
"Happiness! I don't know what it is. Why am I here to know that I won't be able to learn the meaning of happiness? Why was I brought here, to learn about a family member that never shows up and now it might show me a sign? I'm not suppose to be here." I say while throwing my hands up in the air.
Luke was quiet for awhile.
"You know, being happy isn't all about, it's just an emotion you might come to. You're father, he or he may not claim you, but just so you know, I'm happy that you're here, we are all happy that you could join us."
"I'm not." I say under my breath.
"Why don't we go to our cabin?" Luke finally says after a few minutes.
I turn around, "Wait, our cabin? Isn't that a bit, I don't know, weird?"
He shakes his head and smiles. "The boys and girls share the cabin with each other. Like brothers and sisters living underneath one roof. Anyway, that's the cabin where undetermined kids go to." I nod my head slowly, ok so I'm off to a place where people drop off unneeded things? Great, I'm really going to love it here. "It's also the Herms cabin, so you're not gonna be alone." He says as we make our way towards the cabins.
As soon we make it to the cabin doors, I could instantly feel like an outsider. Luke nudges me in, showing me a spot of vacant on the floor. "Sorry about this, but the bunks are already taken."
"It's fine, I didn't have a very good home in the first place." I fake a smile for him as he fetches a sleeping bag for me to sleep in.
"Lights out!" Luke calls out to the whole cabin when everybody was in their little snuggy sleeping bags.
For me, I try to sleep, but a question rolls around in my head. 'Why didn't anyone gives me a sign?' well, I don't know if the creepy darkness floating in the distance, or the dreams as to do with the signs. Hmmm, I guess I'll try to dig deep in my talent in something. My eye lids slowly fall short, as I repeat the words for a sign.
*KA-BOOM!*
I force my eyes open, to find myself floating in a dark abyss. Thunder roaring in the distance, I think it was closer than I think. There was nothing between the sky and under me, but empty blackness. Quick yellow streaks of lightning, screams through the air. A few whizzes pass me as I try my best to avoid them. From above me, a huge lightning strikes me on my head. The electricity travels down my body and out, I fly like a fallen star and soon land in cold water.
As if the ocean itself was angry, it washes into me as if it lost control of itself. I for one don't know how to swim, so all I did was to drink the salty waters. A giant whirlpool opens up around me, sucking me down with it. Deep within the dark waters, I could see only my air bubbles. Waving my hands like a maniac, I try to swim back up to get air back into my lungs. But no matter how hard I try to survive, the currents drag me down into the darkness.
Into the darkness, the shadows all around me, blankets over me. Giant flames surround me, lighting the darkness like a candle in a cave. But one major thing, I'm in a pit full of fire, with oxygen to breathe and nothing to put out the fire. *pant, pant* the fire rushes up my body, burning me with its tonic gases.
"Ah!" I scream, waking up in an empty cabin. I look around to see that every camper was out of their blankets and outside doing whatever they do on regular days. I hold my head and flashbacks flood my mind.
"Good evening, Pyper. It seems like you had a relaxing dream." Someone says while leaning against a wall directly behind me. How could I miss him? I guess he's good at blending in with the shadows.
"Luke," I get up and face him, "why are you here?"
"Can't a fellow counselor look out for their fellow campers?" he said with a smile, his scar stretching as his lips widen.
I ignore his smile and look outside, "Did I miss breakfast?"
He nods, "You slept all the way, now it's lunch. Come, you need to eat, even if you don't want to." He says as he grabs my hand. For some odd reason, I don't avoid contact. Weird.
Luke drags me all the way to the pavilion. Once step into the platform, I realize that all of the eyes were tense as everyone looks at me, even Chiron's eyes were tense as before. As if they weren't happy to see me. In the middle of the room, there was a giant brazier. "Welcome, dear Pyper, to lunch~" a voice coos ahead of us. A slump man with Hawaiian shirt and sandals, smiles. "It is such a pleasure for you to join us~"
I narrow my eyes as I step forward, something about him didn't seem to agree to me. Something in his eyes seem to glimmer as they meet mine, perhaps its fear that's covered up by something else? The God of Wine looms over me, as if I was the suspect of his little grape vines. A smile lifts up in a cruel way, over the ticklish flames. Sensing that he knows about my past, I step back, afraid of what's going to happen.
"Director D, please be a bit nicer to her." Chiron clears his throat to get his attention. He snaps out of his little trance, for some reason, he was under some kind of spell. Slowly, the stares start to drift off into other conservation. Luke nudges me to go to the Herms table.
"Well, that was an awkward moment. Pyper, you can get anything you want, on this plate." Luke says as he points to the golden plate in front of me. He clears his throat and rubs his hands together, "I want a grilled cheese sandwich." Instantly, toasted bread with gooey American cheese in the middle plops onto his plate. He smiles and looks over at me as he picks up his sandwich. As he takes a bite into the warm sandwich, he lets go and hot cheese droops down from his chin.
It was kinda queasy by looking at him. I look down at my plate, thinking of something that might be satisfying. But nothing comes into mind. Luke puts down the grilled cheese and looks at me. He swallows his mouthful of cheese and bread and asks me if everything was alright.
"I'm fine, I'm just not sure what to eat." It was the truth; I haven't been able to eat good food since childhood. My mother didn't had the time to spoon feed me, only did she made me starve; I had to eat the scraps from her suppers. Luke snaps me out of my flashback; he ponders for awhile and then whispers into my ears. I look at him as if he was crazy, he just smiles at me and I could see that his eyes glimmer in a way of friendship, perhaps more.
"Chocolate milkshake please." He says, we wait for awhile and then a glass fills itself with chocolate ice cream with milk (I don't know what they're made of). Once it was place onto my plate, gently, I take the straw and suck on it. Cold chocolate cream enters my mouth as I feel it running it down my throat. Instantly, I spit out the straw and hold onto my head. Luke starts to giggle and covers his mouth.
"Got something to say?" I growl to him.
"Oh, it's just you had a brain freeze." He muffles out, I glare at him and push back the drink. As I look closer at him, I could see that this is the first time in a long time for him to express such happiness. He puts his hand onto my shoulder, "Before you leave, you have to give some of your food to that brazier for the Gods." he said as he gets up and dumps the rest of his grilled cheese sandwich into the fire.
I pick up my glass and walk up to the brazier, for some reason, this fire isn't so strange. It feels so… real. As if I know it for a very long time. 'Forget some, I'm dumping the whole thing!' once the liquid as fully exit the glass, I expect the smell of burning chocolate to reach me. But instead, only the sweet smell of blandness meets me. Luke and I leave the pavilion, feeling the eyes of jealously on the way out. I look up at the three cabins, feeling that same feeling of family from them. Just as if an invisible wind as blow away the paths to the big cabins, three big cracks appear diagonal from me to the doors of the main three. I step forward, as if I was under a spell, drawn by the powers of the cabins themselves.
"Pyper, where you going?" Luke voice sends me back to reality. I snap back and look back him; his hand was onto my shoulder. The look on his face explains to me that he was worry about me.
I slap back his comforting hand, "Nowhere." I quietly say as the moment slowly goes away.
"Hey can I ask you-" Luke stops mid-way as he looks over and sees two people walking our way. It was Percy and Annabeth, walking our way.
"Pyper, wait up please!" Annabeth yells, "We have something to talk to you." she says once she was close enough to not to scream.
Percy weaves his arm into mine, "But first, you and Luke have to get in line. I'm first to ask whatever I wish to."
"Percy!" Annabeth scolds him; he unlinks me and plays it cool while saying alright.
"I was just kidding."
"Anyway, Pyper-" Annabeth starts, but I raise my hand, and that make her stop mid-sentence.
"First things first, Luke. Since he was the first to ask me a question." I said. Luke smiles and that triggers a moment for a little jealous to Annabeth.
"I wanted to ask you about monsters." He says, I think about his for awhile. 'Monsters? Like the one that chased me and Grover, what was it called again? Blood hound?' I shake my head; they look at each other, concern.
"Like any thing suspicious?" Annabeth pushes.
"Well, there is that mysterious black mist that's been following me around." Just as I said this aloud, everybody's expression hardens. 'Whoops, did I just say that aloud?'
