Disclaimer: You get the fact that I'm not Rick by now, right? O.o
I Dodge A Swiss Army
The next day at camp wasn't exactly the best day of my life.
Still unclaimed, I got up out of my tattered sleeping bag in the Hermes cabin, and avoided stepping on the Stolls.
Oh yeah, the Stolls. Travis & Connor Stoll, two twin sons of Hermes- and the ultimate pranksters. They were so good at robbing the Camp store and playing tricks on people that they could be named 'Best Prankers In History' in seconds. One of them is taller than the other, yet I seem to forget who.
Anyway, I was doing good until Louis saw me leaving. His voice coming from nowhere definitely caught my attention, and I accidentally shoved the right arm of one of Hermes' daughters, Brenda Metley. "Eve, what are you doing?" Louis asked, his voice sounding somewhat hoarse. I turned around and glared at him. "It's late enough, I can get up if I want to," I said sharply, leaving a frown on Louis' face as he laid down on his bunk again.
I crept out the door and saw some campers who I had met late at night the day before. I saw Breena Bryans from Apollo, McKenna Smith and her brother Zachary, from Athena, an already-awake Kyle, and the face of evil- Rosa VanCleaven.
With that stupid spear of hers she walked up to me with a grin on her face. "Mornin', Ella," she cooed, smiling in a sickeningly sweet way. I glowered. "It's Eve. And what's it to you, punk?" I demanded of her, figuring she'd be up to something. Instead she kept on smiling ridiculously and giving me insincere compliments. I knew they were insincere because they were coming from a certain daughter of Aphrodite's mouth. I sighed and walked away, leaving that little rat in the dust.
I walked over to the archery range where Kyle was trying to help out a teenager with messy black hair and sea-green eyes. "Hey, Kyle," I said simply, deciding to sit down on a bench that sat underneath a shady tree, right next to him and his friend. When he noticed me, he smiled, instructed the kid to do something with his bow, and then came over. "About time. I've been looking for excitement all morning. Instead all I've gotten to do is help Kelp-Head over there," Kyle said happily. Of course, the dude he had been helping was offended. Kyle just smirked at him, and the boy tried to shoot the arrow. That didn't go so well. Rather than hitting the target, he hit a stunned Eden Comstock, son of Dionysus. Kyle rolled his eyes and got up from the bench, helping 'Kelp-Head' re-balance his arrow while a couple of Apollo campers took Eden to the infirmary.
"Okay, Percy, just loosen the grip there…. aim a little more to your left… and you should be good!" Kyle exclaimed, rolling his eyes as he came back to the bench, but Percy only nodded, not noticing that Kyle was making fun of him behind his back.
I finally decided that, after watching Kelp-Head shoot arrows the wrong way so many times, I'd go to the Pegasus stables.
After finding a just-right winged horse, named Jet, I was ready to go.
Let me describe Jet for you: light tan fur, a slightly darker colored mane, striking purple-blue eyes, and on one of his legs he has this white sock. His wings were pure black, and when he flew you'd swear he was some sort of aircraft. That's why his name was Jet.
My opponent that we were supposed to out-fly was a blondie with gray eyes and a light tan, named Chloe Solemnburg. Apparently, she was one of the camp's best flyers- and the daughter of Athena (who is supposed to be all smart and stuff, I'd learned). This would be a hard beat.
But I wasn't really afraid of her; just because she was a daughter of Athena, doesn't mean I had to be frightened. It's not like she was a hydra.
So I got onto Jet and we took off.
Okay, I can't exactly describe what I was feeling when we flew: worried, proud, excited, and a whole bunch of other weird emotions. All I knew was that I was flying, and I wasn't sure I liked it.
Chloe dodged a huge oak tree by the woods, and I snickered the slightest bit- a daughter of Athena who almost got herself knocked out. Funny, huh? I thought so, too, until Jet and I suddenly lost focus and we went plummeting down.
Now, I blame Chloe. For the reason of nothing. I just felt like blaming someone so I couldn't be labeled as careless. What it really was? Don't ask. It's confusing. I'm pretty sure it was these weird metal birds with beady eyes and terrible voices. They threw rocks at Jet's wings, and then we plummeted. I just didn't feel like blaming fake animals.
By the time I was out of the infirmary, Kyle helping me out, it was lunchtime already. Yeah, I had been in there that long, apparently. So we walked out of the infirmary and headed off for some grub.
I know that it was a little early for lunch, but I didn't care. Just so long as I had food.
Anyway, I sat at the squished Hermes table as everyone did the same thing they did yesterday, only this time Lola and I joined in. I even said a silent prayer to my dad, asking if he could claim me sometime soon. I remember adding something like, Preferably, like, now. So basically, just your average lunch at Half-Blood Hill.
But then Rosa started to get bored, and decided to throw a wad of chicken at my head.
I stood up, and I was about to say something, but then the camp's director, Mr. D (aka Dionysus, God of Wine), got a purplish fire in his eyes, and I sat down. Who'd want to mess with a god? But Chiron just looked sternly at me and nodded kindly when I sat down.
Though VanCleaven kept throwing little grapes at the part in my hair, and I couldn't take it anymore- I tossed a piece of barbeque right at her face. Then I smiled triumphantly at her and I sat down again, drinking the Diet Coke which I had made my glass fill up with. But of course, I was pummeled by a chunk of Swiss cheese. Go figure.
I threw a piece of bread at her perfectly combed and parted hair, and that did it. In Rosa's messed-up mind, I had crossed the line for sure.
I dodged an army of Swiss cheese bits and chunks.
Not to my surprise, Lola defended me. She tossed some sliced watermelon at Rosa, and soon the entire dining pavilion was a Food-Fight Arena.
I wasn't shocked that a lot of people sided with Aphrodite scum, though a few decided to come and back me up. Even the enemy's sisters could pick sides well. Or maybe they didn't want to face the wrath of Eve Benson.
I had Kyle, Lola, and some random blonde dude who I'd never seen before, right next to me, shields up and arms poised to throw. Mr. D didn't do anything but watch the full-fledged war of fruits and meat, and even Chiron seemed just to be watching casually, as if this were normal (which it might've been).
The blonde boy next to me yelled something like, "Hit the deck!" and everyone on our side flopped to the floor as a few children of Hermes who had decided to back Rosa (at least Louis, Brenda, Travis, and Connor were with me) flew above us with their flying shoes, shooting a whole bunch of random food items with an old paint-ball gun. At least I got to eat a strawberry out of it, when Kate Trenton from Nemesis somehow snuck a pair of flying shoes and shot it at my open mouth.
After several minutes of condiments and cheeses and breads being thrown around (well, actually, the condiments were squirted out of bottles), the war was over. The side of the devil's daughter (maybe not the devil. She's a child of Aphrodite, not Hades or Satan) had won against us. Stupid love-bird.
Once an exciting lunch was finished, I was introduced to the blonde guy by Kyle. Apparently, he was his best friend. But that's not the point. He was a son of Hephaestus, named Greg Willins. And that's all I really bothered to learn about. I didn't care too much. But at least befriending him meant I got to sculpt things and forge swords and stuff. I knew that had to be better than foot-racing, or rock-wall-climbing (which, as I was told by many campers, was the lava pit of ultimate doom, if you didn't happen to be careful enough).
I walked over to the bench where I was sitting earlier, and Greg followed. We talked for a few minutes- just a normal conversation, really- and I learned some more things about him. He was… interesting. No, I didn't like him. Get that out of your head, reader. I do not like this son of Hephaestus, and I don't like Kyle Delnz, either. At least not in that way.
"So.. how do you like being a demigod?" he asked me a few minutes into our conversation. Oh, Hades. What should I tell him? That I hate it and I always will?, I thought. After a minute of not talking, Greg looked at me critically. "You, um, ok?" he asked, a worried expression on his face. I decided to simply say this: "I love being a demigod. It's cool. And yeah, I'm fine."
Yeah, it was a pure lie. Your point? I couldn't just say that I hated it with my guts. Even though I'm rough, doesn't mean I have to be insensitive. That's Rosa's job.
If you people don't like the fact that I'm Mormon, and I bothered to put some form of reference (AKA putting Satan's name), then you can stop reading ^-^ I give you permission
