Hey guys. How have you all been? Sorry its been so long and even this chapter is a bit short. Summer is coming soon though and I'll have plenty of time to write! Two weeks left. I feel like I'm dying! Anyway. I hope you guys enjoy the chapter. Read and review!
Chapter 7
51,400 years ago
The torrential downpour lasted all day, filling the lake up until it was drowning in itself. The sky was a dark grey, one that reflected the sorrow of the day. There was not one sound except for the faint cry of thunder in the sky which echoed across the land like a soft whisper. It matched the seas mood, which was darkened by the sky, and frothed to and fro creating a conflicted ocean. It was choppy and calm all at once and the dark blues and greens churned from their shadowy depths. The waves rose in huge swells that crashed upon the shore giving and taking the golden grains of sand that lay dormant in the beach, occasionally being picked up by the harsh winds which tossed sand and the peaks of the water into the air. Like white horses, the crests of the waves raced towards the sands and crashed upon them, dragging what lay on the sand into its dark depths. All of the east coast of America reflected sorrow and grief in every aspect. The summer day that was suppose to be beautiful was tagged with storms of sadness, which reflected the immortal beings feelings. It had been 200 years since the disappearance of one of the greatest heroes of time and all were in deep grief. They only realized the demigods great accomplishments and achievements until after he was gone and now they deeply regret their actions. Everyone had some regret buried deep within themselves for the lost hero. After realizing he was gone they searched and searched for him but he never seemed to be found, for the first few months or so they had the most luck. Finding a campfire or some remnant of the lost hero but the more and more time passed, the more they seemed to lost track of him until not a trace of himself could be found.
The one who grieved the most was a young girl. Young in many people's eyes except for her own. The loss of a true love was very wearing on her soul, and although she and her friends were granted immortality all those years ago, the look in her eyes gave away her true age. The once sparkling grey eyes were filled with a deep longing she knew could not be curbed, the only consolation was the fact that she had a feeling that wherever he was, he was happy. Whether he was dead or not was another unanswered question. But she had long ago given up on trying to find the answers to her questions and simply settled with the undefined, zero solution.
Life on earth had progressed so much, then regressed as mortals learned about the greek gods. Now there were all types of buildings in cities for every time period all over the world. The one good thing would be that the wars of religion had finally ceased. The rest of the world seemed stagnant. There wasn't as much of an influx of culture and innovations. All the humans seemed to do was live their lives and worship the gods. It was dull, but new devices were made every so often so it wasn't completely horrible. Demigods were treated differently though, similar to ancient times, they were welcome to any town to help fend off any magical creature terrorizing the city, but other than that they were treated like ordinary citizens.
It was relatively quiet at camp these days. The two camps had been combined by a portal and as the gods were creating more and more children two more camps were added. One in Italy and one in the midwestern United States which were for any legacies as the two original camps were reserved for pure demigods or any legacies of certain power. To each camp there was two leaders similar to the Roman Praetors and one person in charge of all four camps. The gods usually were the ones to appoint new praetors to the new camps and there were no limitations to who could be a praetor as long as you were a member of one of the camps. Often times demigods and legacies moved from camp to camp because of the portals to talk with one another and other quests and meetings. From there, each camp is organized in its own way the two original camps are the same as it has been for the past few millennia and the newer camps seem to be quite similar, like a mesh of both camps. Camp Romania which is in Italy has cabins that are divided into ten groups which is further divided into a boys dormitory and a girls dormitory. All of them are situated in a large rectangle which surrounds a football sized court yard filled with gardens and fountains but in the middle a large fire with an amphitheater surrounding it. Camp Triad of Augstern which is in the midwest is more like camp half blood, where all siblings have their own cabins which are all arranged in rows facing inwards creating neighborhoods or cabins with a cul de sac at the end. Each lane has twelve cabins on it, the middlemore lane being the olympian gods lane. Directly in the middle of all the lanes is one big building which houses the officials and extra bedrooms for any visitors to the camp.
The gods had changed though within the past few millennia and the power had shifted to a more compassionate ruler. Poseidon was now the King of Gods and Olympus, and was well like, maybe even to say loved by all of his constituents. He ruled justly and was a stable headed ruler with Athena being his closest advisor to the surprise of many gods and goddesses alike. Although it made sense, they were a good team. Olympus was still located in the sky though and often the gods would only meet there for official matters. Over the past few millennia though, Poseidon and his wife Amphitrite had been arguing and due to their lack of love had mutually agreed to separate.
Annabeth stared out of the window of the third floor of the Athena cabin. After more and more campers came each cabin had to be expanded. The Athena cabin now had a basement used for storage on onside and a library on the other. The first floor served as a study and common room as well as a few bedrooms and the second was devoted to bedrooms and bathrooms. The third floor was for the cabin leader, which was her. It served as her office in one room, living room and bedroom with a bathroom connected to it. Although she ran the Athena cabin she was also the appointed leader of all four camps and didn't often have a free day. Today was different though, not only was it a day of mourning, but it was pouring outside and all outdoor activities had been canceled in light of the situation.
She lounged in bed as she too time to reflect on the life she had lived so far. She ran away when she was young and went on the run. She lived on the streets, fending for food and for her life each day until she was found by Thalia and Luke. They took her in and treated her like one of their own, and sometimes she looked back on those days as the best days of her life. They were tracked down by Grover. Went to camp half blood and was the youngest cabin leader the camp had ever had. She became best friends and dated the most accomplished hero(not that it mattered) and went on quests with him as well, earning much respect from her peers and superiors (if any). So much so that she was arguably the most accomplished heroine in history, and even now she found herself going on a quest for one thing or another. But most importantly, she had fallen in love and loved him with so much love that it had not been rivaled by anyone. Aphrodite even confirmed it and now without him, it just seemed dull and the world turned lifeless around her. The world colored when she saw him, when he was with her. But now, without him it turned into a black, grey, and white world. She was broken. The strongest heroine in history was broken on the inside. Her strong exterior was well placed, but the internal turmoil seemed to be killing her. None of it mattered. The accomplishments, the respect, the leadership, any of it. She would gladly give it up to have him back. But she was unwilling to give up his own life so she could be selfish.
She leaned back into the pillows and allowed herself to let go of the pain she kept pent up over the year, and like that day of every year she allowed herself to cry and to feel the pain of her lost love sink into her bones. The dam broke and the waves came crashing, and crashing upon her
