Chapter 7: Magic Lessons

Annabeth

As soon as we got back to camp, we held a meeting. Planning is important. We had only a few minutes before the Vold-guy needed us to practice magic.

We'd decided to play along, strike when called, leave when needed and otherwise keep quiet. Easier for everyone.

So anyway, we were called for magic lessons. Yes, magic lessons. He met us in the arena, gave us each a drumstick-thing and taught us (read: forced us) to perform spells.

They were supposed to be tricky, but I found them surprisingly easy. Percy had a lot more trouble with them, though.

After lunch, we were sent to make the warships. Under my convenient role of head architect, I copied as many plans and details as I could to take back to Dumdore. No,Dumbledore. Good enough. They'd have to do.

"How are you getting on?"

Arghh! Vold.

"Fine." I said. "It should be done in a couple of days."

"Excellent. Can I have a word?"

I tried to smile. "Fire away."

"Annabeth, you know that once we defeat the corrupt wizards, we will elect new leaders. You, girl, are clever and talented enough to be one of them. You could have power beyond all hopes and dreams. Join my colleagues, and this will not be the last."

"I'll think about it," I said, slightly shaken.

He smiled and left.

My head was spinning. I admit that, even though I knew he was evil, I was honoured.

"Imperio!"
Say you'll join us, Annabeth. It's that easy. You can choose.

No! I can't! They're evil..

Jealousy spawns lies, girl. Just say "I'll join you."

I didn't want to break the bubble of bliss. I repeated the words.

Vold materialized in front of me, with five black-cloaked men.

"Welcome to the Death Eaters, Annabeth."