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The threshold of the cabin was worn out and the once white paint peeled.
"Welcome to cabin eleven!" Thalia smiled at the cabin but then a grimace came onto her face.
"Thanks…" I mumbled, looking around the cluttered room. It seemed like there were about twenty or so kids occupying the cabin, some sleeping in sleeping bags on the floor and others sleeping on bunks. A few people lingered in the cabin, all surrounded together in a group whispering to each other. Thalia then coughed loudly so the group would pay attention.
"Oh! Thalia, hey! And… Who's this?" A tall boy with droopy, curly brown hair with blue eyes walked up to us, a grin on his face.
"This is Sarah." She smiled at me, and then turned back to the boy.
"I'm Connor. Welcome to Cabin Eleven!" Connor grinned wickedly; his pointed ears looking pointier, his eyes gleaming more, his upturned eyebrows get even higher on his face.
"Hi Connor." I mumbled to him and kept peering around the dirty old room. A boy who looked just like Connor but an inch shorted came up to us and smiled.
"I'm Travis, co-counselor to the Hermes cabin! Determined or undetermined, Thales?"
"Undetermined." She sighed sadly, and walked out of the room with a quick glance at me.
"How old are you? Like thirteen or fourteen, right?" Connor asked, looking at my appearance.
"I'm eleven."
"Are you sure?" Travis.
"Yeah, last time I checked…" I laughed nervously.
"Oh… Well, then we might be getting very close!" Connor smiled at me then his brother; it was one of those "I did something wrong but you don't know what," smiles.
"Why?"
"'Cause last year after the war, Percy made the gods promise to acknowledge all of their children when they turned thirteen." Travis explained before his brother could start talking.
"Oh, wow, this is gonna be greaaaaaaat." I whined, acting like a total brat.
"Hey, no problem, we're the best cabin here anyways! Best shower times, best classes, the works!" Connor promised, slapping my back.
"Yeah, and the best pranks!" Travis' eyes lightened up at the word "pranks."
"Speaking of pranks… The Apollo cabin must be shooting the fart arrows right about….." He checked his watch and yelled, "NOW!"
BOOM!
A huge explosion went off about fifty yards away, followed by angry screams.
"Time to run!" Travis screamed to the other campers as they bolted out the windows and door.
"TRAVIS! CONNOR!" A voice screeched angrily, and then three kids ended up in cabin eleven, all smelling freakishly nasty.
"Travis! Connor!" One of the boys shrieked angrily, stomping around the room, knocking almost everything in his path over. He was scrawny with chestnut hair and eyes the same color, but they almost had a fire in them.
"They're not here." I mumbled and he looked over at me.
"Oooooh, a new kid!" The girl, with stringy brown hair and fiery brown eyes sneered.
"Well, since you're the only one here… You're going to suffer the wrath of the Ares cabin!" She yelled, grabbing my arm, the two boys (who strangely looked like twins) followed her.
"W-What's your name?" I stumbled, trying to distract her from pulling me where ever.
"Clarisse, daughter of Ares, drakon slayer!" She announced proudly.
"Who are they?"
"Quinton son of Ares!" The boy who just ruined the cabin smiled devilishly, while his brother just looked flat out bored.
"Yeah, I'm Carl son of Nemesis." He yawned, then walked away, not really seeming angry, but just wanting to go along with the crowd.
"Are you guy's twins?" I asked Quinton, and he snorted.
"Are you serious?" He said viciously, then punched me in my stomach and I doubled over.
"Ugh, another weak victim! What a shame!" Clarisse complained then started bashing me in the head with something, but I couldn't see because my eye sight had gotten blurry from the previous hits.
"Clarisse la Rue! Quinton Xabbs! How dare you do this to a new camper!" Chiron cried and walked over… It suspiciously sounded a lot like trotting.
"She compared me to that Nemesis freak, Carl! Of course I'm going to kill her!" Quinton complained to him, but Chiron only sighed.
"That settles it, Clarisse, Quinton, no s'mores for the next week."
"COME ON!" Clarisse looked like she was going to kill someone, but she took a deep breath and walked away. I attempted to look up, and saw something I would've really loved to unsee. It was Chiron, the guy I'd met twenty minutes ago, but now, he had the bottom half of a stallion.
"Sarah, are you all right?" He asked, his voice sounding twenty feet in the air.
I tried to say "Yeah," but it came out more like, "Arggg."
"Another new camper off to the infirmary?" A voice that was like angels singing asked him and Chiron let out a low chuckle.
"Yes, I'm afraid so, Zeke. Bring her for me? I have to teach an archery class in two minutes."
"No problem!" Zeke called as Chiron trotted away.
"Don't worry," He whispered as he lifted me up with ease, "When you find out who you are, Clarisse won't know what's coming for her."
"Who….. Am… I?" I made sure the words actually sounded like English and not some crazy gibberish.
"Well, we don't know yet. But I can feel it." He whispered again, as he strode around camp with me in his arms and I could already hear the rumors spreading. "And I'm Zeke, son of Apollo."
"Cooooooooo."
"You know it." He laughed a little then I heard the creaking of a door.
"The works of Clarisse?" A female voice asked Zeke; her voice was quiet and sweet. She was maybe six or seven.
"Yeah. New camper too… I think her name is Sarah." He seemed like he waned to know my name, and I attempted to nod. It was hard; everything was just a daze. He put me into gentler arms who carried me about ten feet and plopped me onto a cot.
"What actually happened?"
"Well, Mara, from the damage, I'd say that Clarisse and Quinton beat her up for comparing Quin to Carl." Wow, how'd he know that?
"How many times has that happened this week?" Mara asked from the other side of the room, things cluttering around as she moved them.
"Eight."
"Great…" She sighed and walked up to me, pulling my shirt up to the middle of my stomach.
"Twenty-six bruises three fractures… Wow, that's the lowest this week!" Mara mumbled to herself.
"Well, I'm off to kitchen duty, sis…" He sighed to Mara and I listened to his foot steps get fainter and fainter.
She then started muttering incantations and I was about to scream until… BAM. I felt fine; I gasped and sat up.
I looked around the infirmary, and it was just like every other infirmary, filled with cotton balls and needles and containers and other stuff. Mara stood in front me smiling happily to herself. She had wispy blonde hair, lightly tanned skin, and baby blue eyes. I was right; she was only six or seven, but she could carry an eleven year old….?
"Hi. I'm Mara." She smiled and her teeth almost blinded me. She should wear a sign that says, "CAUTION: My teeth can and will blind you."
"Sarah."
"Clarisse is mean to everyone, don't worry." She giggled; she seemed like an intelligent six/seven year old…
"How old are you?"
"Six and a half."
"And you can carry me?"
"Yeah, I've been here since I was born I'm stronger now, like the Ares' kids! But I've been here forever 'cause Mommy didn't want me and daddy's a god." She said this like she was perfectly okay with it; like it was suppose to happen all the time.
"Well, that's unfair." I sighed, and I thought my life sucked.
"It's okay; it's not like you made my life this terrible!" She laughed, and then started wiping the counters with alcohol.
"Who's your dad?"
"Apollo."
"Well, at least you know… And don't have to wait two years…." I sighed and started to get up.
"Wait! Lemme give you some extra ambrosia!" She cried, rushing to another counter, opening a low counter and pulling out lemon squares.
"Thanks…."
"Welcome! Now get back to the Hermes cabin before dinner."
