I own nothing!
Helen and Laurel ended their training session after what felt like hours. They were both beaten up pretty badly, but it was nothing ambrosia couldn't heal. The wounds disappeared as soon as they gulped down the godly food. It felt like a normal day; it felt like nothing was wrong.
But something was wrong.
The Head of Arcadia, which is the official name of the city Helen currently resided in, but everyone just called it the city, used his ability as a son of Apollo to make himself loud and clear.
"Citadel has launched another attack upon us. We must strike back as soon as possible; I need all demigods with any sort of fighting ability to gather here so we can launch an attack immediately." the head announced.
"What's the Citadel?" Helen murmured.
"It's the official name for the other city," Laurel whispered back.
"Oh," the daughter of Poseidon's attention went back towards the head.
"I need a sure number of demigods to fight. If there are 843 demigods, you can not tell me there are 845. It needs to be the actual number. I also need their name, heritage, and any supernatural power they might have." the son of Apollo shouted with his 'gifted' voice.
"He just likes to be organized; not only is he dyslexic and he has ADHD, he is also obsessive compulsive. That is one of the reasons he got the spot as head in the first place. It has a high power behind the desk, but the head is never much of a fighter. The head's main job is to organize things and make announcements." Laurel shrugged.
"I'd hate that job," Helen groaned at the thought of sitting quietly behind a desk forever.
"So would I," Laurel agreed, "But we have to go get our forms."
"Right," the daughter of Poseidon agreed.
The worst part? The line was huge. Helen was relieved when she found out that the lines were separated between male and female; as she expected, the female line was just a long queue of girls doing hair. They weren't Aphrodite's or Venus's or any other weird beauty god or goddess, but that was all there was to do. It was the girls' form of entertainment.
The boys?
They were bored out of their minds. All they did was clean their weapons. How boring.
After what felt like months, Helen was at the front of the line, but she decided to be submissive and take a sheet of paper. On the corner, it had the universal symbol for female; at least that hasn't changed.
This is what it said:
Name:
Birthday:
Godly Parent:
Abilities:
But this was how Helen read it:
maNe:
tdBriayh:
lodyG aPnert:
stAbiiile:
Laurel joined her about two seconds later.
"What does this say?" Helen moaned.
"No clue," Laurel shrugged.
"Can you do some sort of Misty thingy?" the daughter of Poseidon pleaded.
"In order to do that I have to know what it says," the daughter of Hecate was paling fast.
"Are there any people here who do not have dyslexia?" Helen looked hopeful.
"There is Joseph..." Laurel thought for a little bit.
"Can we go to him?" the daughter of the sea questioned.
"Probably," the daughter of magic shrugged. "Let's go."
They marched on, hopefully to find Joseph.
But when they did, he was a little busy. Every single demigod in the army surrounded him, asking him what it said.
"Okay, everyone, LISTEN UP!" Joseph was yelling at this point.
They still were pleading him to help them.
That ticked Helen off.
"EVERYONE SHUT UP!" the daughter of Poseidon accidently made something explode. That something being the plumbing.
That quieted everyone down.
"Thanks, but could you do it without breaking the plumbing?" Joseph grinned.
Laurel rolled her eyes at her friend before using the Mist to make it seem like it was fixed.
"Now everyone," the non dyslexic demigod turned towards the crowd. "The first category says name, the second birthday, the third godly parent, and the fourth abilities." he quickly ran for cover after that.
The demigods were all scribbling down the answers to the piece of paper.
Now, in Helen's messy writing style, she had the approximate answers down:
Name: Helen Jackson
Birthday: November 7, 1987
Godly Parent: Poseidon
Abilities: Control water, speak to sea animals and horses, earthquake control, hurricane control, etc, DO YOU GOT THAT?
She probably shouldn't have added that last part, but she couldn't help herself.
Slipping the paper into the demigod warrior slot, she wondered what sort of battle was to come. Helen joined the other soldier demigods.
There were only one other person in her section. Percy.
"I like what you did with Joseph's plumbing," he had a maniac gleam in his eyes.
"Er, thanks," Helen was now just glad that Percy was talking to her openly.
Surely, that was an improvement, right?
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