Sorry for the long wait but my laptop wasnt working :( But it is now ;)
Percy jackson and Twilight Saga characters' DONT belong to me. they belong to there wonderful authors
CHAPTER 3:
"Beth, the reason we called you up here is because there is a problem in camp half-blood." Uncle Z said.
"There is many rebales now, and as you can see Dionysus can't handle it by him self." Aunt Hera said giving D a pointed look.
"Hey you know that those punks are turning to the titian lord" Dionysus said angerly giving Aunt Hera a look that would scare the Hades out of Hades him self.
I loved Aunt Hera, but sometimes she can be very roud and selfish.
"Now, now calm down, Hera sweetie don't talk to my son like that" Zues said.
At this point I satared to let my mind wonder and started walking to the wall which was carved with scenes of hero's.
"Beautiful, aren't they" Aunt Hestia said.
"Yes they are simply wonderful"
"Remember when you spilled juice all over the wall and it took years to take the all the stickyness and color off" Aunt Hestia said laughing.
"Yes, I remember. Mother didn't finish scolding me until a year after." I said laughing too.
Suddenly Aunty Hestia had a sad smile on her face.
"What is it Aunty Tia" I asked worriedly.
"It's nothing Betsy," I smiled when she called me Betsy. No one's called me Betsy for a long, long time. "It's just that you grew up so fast it seemed like just yesterday you were playing in the gardens in you summer gown."
"Oh Aunty, that was almost 2 thousand years ago" I said laughing.
"Yes. Yes but years go by so fast for us we hardly have time to enjoy it" she said while starring at the roof.