I believe an apology is at hand. I'm sorry for taking so long to update, and feel free to show the hate. I'm also sorry that I haven't responded to a lot of reviews, because I'm a lazy bitch.
Phew, now that's over, here's the next chapter...is it chapter 7 or 8? Oh well, enjoy!
Highlight of the Day: I was sitting on my BF's lap watching the PJO movie, when I said "Logan Lerman, in my pants, right now" in a dreamy voice. Matt didn't think it was appropriate.
I marched up the valley towards the Big house, holding on to that piece of paper. I burst through the door, surprising Chiron.
"Anything wrong?" he asked genuinely.
I nodded. "Chiron, you're old. I have a prophecy here, please tell me I'm wrong."
He took the piece of paper from my trembling hands. Senior campers who had been talking to him gave me weird stares. Maybe that was because I was close to crying. I seriously did not want to die, not now. I had so many things to do with my life still. And I wasn't the cry in public infront of people type, I was the hold it in and then cry yourself to sleep type.
Chiron's eyes widened as his face paled deathly white. "I have not seen this in many years…"
"It's not true, right?"
"I hadn't thought about this in so long. For it to come up like this is—"
"Bad luck."
"Certainly. How did you uncover this though? It's been lost for hundreds of years!"
I focused my attention on my shoes. "I tripped over a rock in the Underworld."
His eyes studied me. "You snuck off to the Underworld."
I nodded slowly. He knew more than I did, and I decided that I might as well be honest. It might be my only chance of surviving. "The oracle told me about it."
"You called?" A redhead girl stepped out from the other room. She was pretty, with striking green eyes.
"Um, sorry, no." I said shyly.
"Suzie, this is the camp's current Oracle, Rachel Elizabeth Dare."
"Hi." I waved a little, but my arms felt weak. My breathing was laboured with anxiety, and I felt a little dizzy from the whole deal.
"So Chiron," I whispered carefully, as if my words were poison, "what is going to happen to me?"
The old horse furrowed his brow. "I'm not sure. Let me think this over, but you should head over to the pavilion soon, it's almost lunch time."
I wanted to argue the fact that I didn't get the answers I was searching for. I forced myself to walk out the door without my answers, and I walked to the empty dining pavilion. Once I was at my table, I slipped my head into my arms and cried in my solitude.
I avoided everyone for the rest of the day. I was in a bad mood, I knew it, and I didn't deserve to piss everyone off. I was angry though, not only at my dad, but at all the gods for being so forgetful, or for the universe genuinely hating me at the moment. And when I went to bed early, I sat there staring in space, refusing to sleep incase I dared to dream again.
I had an espresso the next morning at breakfast so that I'd stay awake. After sword fighting, archery, and canoeing, I had some spare time, so I did what I knew would give me comfort. I grabbed my guitar and sat under a big, shady tree to hide from the hot summer sun. It was boiling today, and I was down to wearing a cami, short shorts, and flip-flops.
I played slowly, different songs that pretty much summed up how I felt. I heard a cough beside me when I finished Place in this World.
"Hey," Matt said from my right side, "I saw you alone over here, and thought I'd come say hi."
"Hi," I said dully.
"I didn't see you around yesterday," he said openly, and I knew he was looking for an answer.
"Sorry, I've been having issues recently." I used the I really don't want to talk about it right now tone.
"Right, so I saw you had your guitar out, and I was wondering if I could join?" He held a shiny blue acoustic guitar and I marveled at it.
"Wow," I said, "It's gorgeous."
"Thanks," he smiled, "So, what do you want to play?"
"Jizz in my Pants!"
Matt laughed. "That's funny coming from a little girl."
I pouted. "I'm not a little girl, and premature ejaculation is no laughing matter. I know you try to cover up the fact you suffer from this, but please, you need to accept the truth."
"I'm not premature!" he yelled.
"Sure you're not…"
"Whatever. You know this song?" He picked out a tune, and I listened carefully.
"E minor, C, and G. The Saltwater Room. By the way, I saw you." I added in smugly.
The look of pure terror on his face was priceless. "I was coming to get my sweater…"
I rolled my eyes. "I'll pretend that I believe that."
"Thanks." I swear he was blushing.
"Okay, you know this one?" I played a few bars, and he already knew.
"What hurts the Most, too easy." He replied smugly.
"Oh yeah?" We played the musical guessing game for most of the afternoon. It felt good to be laughing, smiling, and it was as if all of my problems had drifted away as soon as he grinned at me.
"You know this one?" He teased.
He started to play out an intro, and I stopped to listen. I knew this song… chords C, A minor, F, and G…
Then he sang. "I remember what you wore on the first day
You came into my life, and I thought
Hey you know, this could be something"
He sounded like Martin from Boys Like Girls. No, he sounded better.
"Cause everything you do and words you say
You know that it all takes my breath away
And now I'm left with nothing"
I joined in.
"So maybe it's true, I can't live without you
And maybe two is better than one
But there's so much time to figure out the rest of my life
And you've already got me coming undone
And I'm thinking two is better than one"
I stared up at his grinning face, and my heart was melting.
"I remember every look upon your face" I sang, hoping I didn't sound bad.
Matt sang like an angel. "The way you roll your eyes, the way you taste,
You make it hard for breathing"
I felt myself blushing. Snap out of it, those are the song lyrics!
My turn. "But when I close my eyes and drift away,
I think of you and everything's okay
I'm finally now believing"
We went into the chorus, and I have no idea why, but suddenly Matt's eyes were trained on me, and I felt like I was winning. Thanks Aphrodite, you made my day.
He stared directly at me. "I remember what you wore on the first day
You came into my life, and I thought hey…"
I joined in for the end.
"Maybe it's true, I can't live without you
And maybe two is better than one
But there's so much time just to figure out the rest of my life
And you've already got me coming undone
And I'm thinking ooooh
I can't live without you
Cause baby two is better than one
There's so much time, just to figure out the rest of my life
But I've figured out when all is said and done
That baby two better than one"
I met his eyes. "Two is better than one."
I heard clapping, but my eyes stayed on his face. He looked at me, and said "Dark blue tank top, gray cotton short-shorts, white sweater, and a brave look on your face even though you were freaking out. It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen in my life."
I frowned. "What?"
"It's what you looked like the first day I saw you. I don't think I could ever forget."
My heart was racing. "I love the smug look you get on your face whenever you're right, like you have something to show off, but you really don't."
"Was that a compliment?" his breath was on my neck.
"I said I loved it," I leaned in a bit, and his arm slid around my back. He had to lean down a bit. And when his lips met mine, I felt as though my brain was melting away. Everything was right in that moment, and I was breathless.
My hands slid up around his neck, and he pulled my body closer to his. He smelled heavenly.
"Whoa, whoa, break it up!" some called, and I was pulled off him.
"Hey!" I protested, and I was dropped on the ground.
"It's dinnertime, so get over it. Fuck each other later on." It was Percy... what a great half brother. I made a mental note to kick his ass later.
"Fuck you," I said, but he walked away. I turned my attention back to Matt. "Sorry about that."
He smiled. "Here, we better head over for dinner."
He gave me a hand up, and I brushed the dirt off of my shorts. "Thanks."
"Did you know you taste good?"
I blushed. "I guess I know now."
His hand brushed mine, and chills ran up my spine. "Dinner?"
I was quietly singing to myself while I brushed my hair in the cabin that night. My curls fell down my shoulders, and I felt amazing.
"I used to think maybe you loved me, now baby I'm sure
And I just can't wait for the day you come knock on my door."
I spun around a bit, and fell onto a bunk laughing. "I'm walking on sunshine!" I yelled.
"Yes, that's very nice. Can I go to sleep now?" Percy grumbled from his bunk.
"Nope," I retorted as I sat up, "you sorta ruined my moment there. Now you have to face the consequences."
Percy groaned and rolled over. "Fuck my life."
"It's your fault!" I reminded him, and I threw a pillow at his head. "Percy, I have a question."
He looked up from his pillow. "What?"
I sighed. "What was the war like? And don't tell me the abreviated standard version, I want to know the whole truth."
He inhaled deeply. "I knew about the war three years before it started, or more like four years. Annabeth told me a little bit about the prophecy even though she wasn't allowed to when we snuck off and a quest."
I smiled sweetly at him. "Aww, she was giving you forbidden information because she loved you and you guys were off running away together, breaking the rules--"
Percy frowned. "What?"
I shook my head shamefully at him. "She must have already been falling for you, and you didn't notice. Why are guys always so much slower when it comes to figuring things out?"
He scowled. "Anyway, the summer I turned fifteen, camp was threatened. There a group of us went down into the Labyrinth--"
"That exists?!"
"Not anymore. Don't interrupt, I'm in story teller mode. Anyway, Kronos rose in the body of Luke--"
"Wait, who's Luke?"
It was easy to miss, but Percy's eyes burned in anger for a second. "He was Annabeth's friend when I came to camp, my first year. He was the best swordsman there, a son of Hermes. Annabeth thought the world of him, even after he tried to kill me, then her, multiple times."
I grinned. "Ooh, love triangle."
"Will you shut up?" Percy glared at me. "We held a battle here at camp, but then we forced the enemy to retreat, and the Labyrinth was destroyed, so we didn't have to worry about a direct assault to camp again.
"The next summer, campers engaged in a lot of combat missions in order to help our side of the war. A week before my sixteenth birthday, the one which had been prophecised as world ending criteria, the monster Typhon escaped from prison, which was kind of my fault, and went to attack Olympus, so the gods went to fight it."
"Tyhon was one of those big ones, right?"
Percy nodded his head. "Olympus was practically ungarded, and then I went swimming in the river Styx--"
"Eww!"
"--and became invunerable to flesh wound except for one point on my body. Like Achilles. You following me?"
I nodded my head quickly. "Continue."
"Hades told me of the war to come, so all forty campers headed out and protected Olympus."
I rolled my eyes. "How did the war end?"
"I was fighting Kronos/Luke on Olympus. He had almost killed Annabeth. Kronos was about to evolve to full strength, burn away Luke's body, but then I gave him Annabeth's knife, and he killed himself. It was as Rachel had said: I was not the hero, Luke was."
"Awww, what a touching story. The bad guy turned good in the--" And then it hit me. "So, you didn't end up being the true hero?"
Percy shook his head vigorously. "Some say I was a hero, but I wasn't the hero."
I fell backward onto my bed and, and my breathing slowed. It's not me, I don't have to commit suicide, it's not me, I don't have to commit suicide!
"I'M NOT COMMITTING SUICIDE!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. I was so happy, I could cry.
Percy looked at me carefully. "Are you depressed? Do you need to see a therpist? I don't want you to kill yourself."
"No it's okay, I don't have to anymore because you're not the hero!"
Percy gave me a look, but I was too overjoyed to care.
Then I realized the truth. I may now know that a sacrifice won't make a difference, but the opponent is still clueless. Which means they still want to kill me, but that gives camps survival a higher chance because the enemy has the facts wrong.
Then I realized something else. The Hermes cabin has about 15 kids (Hermes got pretty busy there), so which one was the one?
