Disclaimer: I only own Cato. Ricky owns everything you recognize and the other characters you don't recognize belong to other fanfictioners.
Ok, I know, I'm taking forever to update... Sorry! It's just, I have so much Volleyball, andwhen I can write, I don't know what to write! I went to camp for a week, so I didn't update for a week... Oops, sorry! If you want to see 'Cato's Stuff' go to Wanelo, type in my username (anniethetigeress) and click 'Cato's Stuff' the story. I'm sorry, I'm easily influenced when writing according to the song I'm listing to, and I had 1D (I love them, by the way. I understand if you don't, as I used to not like 'em), Iggy Azaela and The Cab Pandora playing. So yah. BTW, I'm Still up for the cover image thing, I really need them. If you PM me, I can tell you the appearances of the characters... Sorry cupcakes, that was really long. Read on!
"Turn your wounds into wisdom"
-Oprah Winfrey
The bus from northern New York to Southern New York seemed like it took ages, and for a group of ADHD kids, the six hour and two minuet drive from Potsdam to Manhattan, it was.
Grace was gazed outside of the bus, at the trees and streets. Meanwhile, Cato was sprawled across both seats, her legs slung over the side of her seat crossing the isle, and resting not the seat on the other end. Her head was on Grace's lap, ontop of her pillow pet.
Josh was sitting on the seat where the blonde rested her feet, and next to him Andy was facing outside, her legs curled up to her chest. She had her back to the other three, and her eyes stayed fixed on one spot in the glass, with a glazed look. Josh had tried to start a conversation with her, but she only replied with words of one syllable, or just grunting. He had given up, and was instead listening to music, red beats atop his chestnut hair.
The bus reached it's destination, and Grace was just counting the seconds till they were safe through the camp's protective shield.
"Let's go quickly!" Josh exclaimed to the group, and broke into a jog.
"Come on!" Grace followed her brother close behind. Andy sighed loudly and followed while Cato was still rubbing the sleep away in her eyes.
"Guys!" She yawned, and started to jog after them while trying to velcro her penguin to her backpack. Giving up, she tucked it under her arm and ran after them, until she caught up with Josh. The Summers twins had explained 'Camp Half-Blood' further, but neither Cato nor Andy were sure what to expect.
They passed a huge forest, and a big strawberry field, titled 'Delphi Strawberry Service Field'. The passed another group of trees, where there was a huge hill. At the edge of the hill, there was a huge pine tree, the Christmas tree kind, with something gold glinting in it's branches. Standing on the street, you could see just the top of a baby blue wooden house. All four sixteen year olds halted and just gazed at the hill.
"Hey!" They heard a loud voice something from their left. All of them turned to look at a girl who looked about eighteen, with short shorts, and a very revealing v-neck. She was breath-taking, and Josh took a step forward towards her, letting out a deep breath. Grace grabbed his arm, as if to stop him, but he shook it off, as if in a trance. Andy narrowed her eyes, and was as if the image of the girl had flickered, then went back to the beautiful girl. They flickered again, but this time the other image stayed long enough for Andy to see the girl had flaming hair, snow white skin, and fangs. The weirdest thing was that one of her legs was shaggy and a brownish gray, the other bronze.
The image once again turned to the normal girl, but Andy lunged forward, grabbing Josh's shoulder.
"Get off of me!" He exclaimed, and judo-flipped the girl.
"Josh!" Grace cried as the monster lunged, baring her fangs. Just in time, he pulled out a celestial bronze arrow, and stabbed the monster.
"Wh-what was that?" Cato asked, the color draining out of her tanned face.
"An empousa. Quick, we don't want any other monsters to attack us." Grace grabbed her brother, who was blinking slowly into reality, Andy's forearms.
The black-haired girl jerked her hand back and hissed in through her teeth.
"Are you okay?" Grace asked, her eyebrows furrowing in concern.
"I'm fine. Really." Andy got up herself, and subconsciously pulled down the sleeves of her jacket.
"If you say so." Grace gave her a weird look, and both twins started running to the big house. Cato shifted her backpack, before sprinting after them. Andy sighed and walked briskly to the house. When she arrived, the screen door was wide open, and the actual door unlocked. She opened the door hesitantly, and found a man in a wheelchair talking to the twins, as Cato was staring shocked at something on the wall. Taking another step in, the man and the twins turned to look at her.
She looked over to the wall to see a leopard head, except it was moving. It growled at her, and Cato squeaked, jumping back.
"I am Chiron." The man moved up, and emerged from the wheelchair. He kept growing taller and taller until he was fully standing- the half horse man in all his glory.
Andy swallowed slowly and took a loud breath.
"I'm And-"
"Andromeda Rodgers, yes." He nodded, and turned, ignoring her face at the mention of her full name.
"And Cato Laughlin." Cato snapped around and gave him an odd look.
"It KAH- Toe, not KAY- TOH" The centaur just chuckled, and walked away from them.
"Do you have any ideas of their parentage?" He asked, walking onto the back porch.
"Nope. Though, we do know Cato's is male, and Andy's is female."
"I am not male!" Cato exclaimed, giving Josh the stink eye.
"No, you live with your mother correct?" Chiron smiled wisely at the girl.
"Well- yes. What does that have to do with anything?" She asked the man, looking at him hesitantly.
"You'll see. Take them both to Cabin Eleven." The half man ordered.
Cato followed behind the twins Andy stayed behind studying the centaur.
"Why?" Andy asked, looking straight into his knowledge-filled eyes.
"That is something you find out with time, child."
Andy grimaced, shifted the backpack on her shoulders and jogged after the three retreating figures.
"This is the Hermes cabin, also known as Cabin Eleven. You're going to be claimed soon, as your Godly parents only have about ½ a week wiggle room." Josh lead Cato and Andy into the only average looking cabin they had seen, an old log building. Kid's were lounging all over the beds, and it looked a lot bigger than it had on the outside. Only a handful of kids were sitting criss-crossed on the sleeping bags that were scattered out on the wooden floor.
"Wiggle room?" Cato asked, elegantly raising a blonde eyebrow as she followed Grace to a spot on the ground without any sleeping bag.
"Determind?" Came a call from a messy area in the corner.
"Undetermind." Josh replied. There was a collective groan and everyone turned away.
"You might end up staying here..." Grace told Cato under her breath.
"Why?" The blonde whispered back.
"You never knew your dad. That means he was your godly parent. We've already gone through this."
Cato sighed loudly, and set down her backpack.
"Watch out, this cabin is known to steal stuff; watch your wallet and phone." Josh gestured to both girls' bags.
"So this is what I'm going to be calling home for the next week?" Andy asked distastefully.
"It's not that bad..."Josh tried to defend the cabin, bit one look from Grace silenced him.
"How about we show you around camp." Josh tried to break the awkward silence while he lead them out.
"Your counselor is Axel Beaver by the way. He's pretty nice, and not really crazy like some of the other counselors." Josh told the two girls that hiked behind him as they passed the other cabins.
"That's our cabin." Grace pointed to a big cabin that looked like it was made of solid gold. It was glowing brightly, making it hard to look at.
"What's that cabin?" Cato asked, pointing to a marble cabin-shaped building.
"Thats-"
"Oh! What about that flat one with the coral and seashell walls?"
"That would be-"
"What about the one with the grass roof- Or the gray one? Or that red one that looked like it was painted by a two year old? I actually wonder if a two year old can paint... it may, but the question is how it got that high because I know that when I was two years old I wouldn't be able to balance on a ladder like that-"
"Cato." Josh stopped the girl who was looking around and running in a zigzag pattern from cabin to cabin.
"Huh?" She asked absentmindedly, inspecting Cabin 1.
"The marble cabin is Hera's, then Posidens, then the Demeter Cabin, then Athena and lastly Ares's cabin. No, it was not painted by a two year old. Calm down, you're hurting my head!" Grace explained almost as quickly as the blonde had asked.
"Oh. Sorry!" Cato shrugged, and surveyed around the camp again.
"Is that a volleyball court? Oh my gosh, it is!" The girl exclaimed, bouncing on her heels.
"Did you know I played volleyball? I was an outside hitter, and pretty good too. My team won the state champs, and got like 12th at nationals. Pretty cool, right? I would really love to go down-"
"Cat? Shut up." Her best friend rubbed her temples, and sighed loudly.
"Sorry. It's just-"
"Shh."
The group walked around cap till the sun started to set and the bugs buzz.
"We better get back." Josh reasoned as they looked out over the ocean.
"But it so pretty." Cato sighed, tucking her knees up to her chest.
"Cato, it's going to be dark and then we won't be able to make it to dinner before the sun is out." Andy stood, dusting the sand off of her legs.
"Let's go." Grace held out a wet sandy hand to the girl, bits of salt water dripping off of her fingertips.
Cato grabbed it and followed Andy.
Andy was contemplating what was the smartest move to knock the four off of her tail. She just wasn't used to being around so many people that were... normal. Or at least, as normal as you could get when you were a demigod. The only friend that she had ever had was Cassie. Cassie... well, Andy didn't want to think of that just now when everything seemed to fall into place.
She was still struggling over the fact that she was half god. Sure, her dad had always believed in the Greek gods and goddesses, but then again, he was constantly drunk and was never in his right mind.
Andy snapped out of the thoughts that were quickly spiraling down hill when The other three demigods were standing a good few feet in front of her.
"Andy!" Grace called, halting next to a tall pine.
"Coming!" She exclaimed and picked up her pace into a jog. The others matched her speed and they were all panting slightly when they arrived at the dining pavilion.
"We're going to sit at our table while you guys sit at table 11." Grace whispered to both of the girls, just loud enough for them to hear her above the noise of all the other campers. The twins headed over to a table full of blonde's and chestnut haired kids, while Cato and Andy squeezed in on the side of table 11.
"So, you're Cato and Andromeda?" A tall guy, who looked about 18 leaned toward the two girls.
As quick as a blink of an eye, Andy had slammed his head to the table with a loud crack. Everybody in the stinking pavilion looked over to see the new girl whispering something in the Hermes cabin counselour's ear.
"Call me Andy. Don't make that mistake again." The girl with the pixie cut released that boy and huffed, giving Cato a look that said 'The nerve of him.'
Cato's eyes were wide with shock, and she gulped slowly.
"S-s-so, Andy. Where are you from?" Alex or something along those lines, stuttered. A girl with wavy, frizzy chocolate brown hair that fell to about mid back and sky blue eyes chuckled at her flustered counselor.
"Jersey City." She smirked at the 18 year old, and he was about to reply, but was interrupted by cheers from the other campers. In came elfish girls holding platters and platters of steaming food and Cato's stomach growled loudly.
"Hungry, eh? You're gonna have to wait first 'cause we have to take a dump in the fire." The same brown-haired girl smirked and pointed to a large bonfire.
"Did you just say take a dump?" Cato paled considerably.
"That probably sounds weird..." The girl laughed and went on to explain when Andy muttered "You think?" Under her breath.
"We need to dump some food in the bonfire. The gods like the smell."
"The smell?" Cato recoiled slightly. She looked distastefully at the flames, but followed the other campers to the buffet that was set up. Then, somewhat resembling sheep, the all crowded around the fire and dropped something into the fire. They paused muttered something under their breath and went back to their tables. Cato dropped a collection of shrimp into the fire (she never liked seafood, and felt that it seemed fitting that she throw something in the fire that she didn't like) and held her breath doing so. She only let the breath out once she was back at the table, avoiding the smell of burning food.
Andy, on the other hand dropped in a handful of olives, her favorite Oleaceae, into the fire. Curious, she took a deep breath of the fire. Instead of smelling vile, it smelled like everything that the campers had dropped in the fire, complimenting each other in unexpected ways. Suddenly, she felt her feet lifting off of the ground.
Looking down frantically, she noticed there was nothing between her and the ground, and she started spinning slowly. Her head fell back and arms lifted slowly, as if reaching to the heavens. Then, a blinding column of light surrounded her and she collapsed to the ground. She was on her knees, her short hair covering her face.
"Andromeda, stand." Chrion ordered, and her face snapped up. Her thunderstorm gray eyes blazed with a fire Cato had never seen in them before, and she stood slowly.
In her hair, a crown of olive branches was weaved. Her hair was slightly longer, and had blonde streaks. Honey Blonde. Resting on her knees, in her hands, was a celestial bronze dagger. Chiron stepped forward and took the blade from the girl's pale, rough hands. He inspected the hilt and spotted a carving of an owl with a olive branch in it's beak. The leather was a silver-gray color, wound tightly. The half horse moved his gaze to the bronze blade and read aloud;
"Οι πληγές σοφία"
"Wounds to wisdom." Andy translated in a husky voice.
Chiron turned to the campers who were all either mid bite, or watching in doubt or curiosity.
"All hail Andromeda Rodgers, daughter of Athena, goddess of wisdom, warfare and crafts."
Sorry, I'll try to make up for the no updates with another update ASAP. I will probably update Monday, or something. I have yet to introduce the sixth demigod, but I have introduced the other Grace! Just hinted at her, so yay! It's going fast, but slow at the sme time, and I'm so excited!
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