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So after all that, the war came, the gods won, and I went back home to Georgia.
Yeah, I'm forreal. I'm not gonna tell you how it happened. Cause I'm cruel like that. See ya.
—Quinn Brown
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HAHA jk. Wouldn't that suck if I was serious? You guys would totally throw fruit at your computer. Mu-haha!
On with the story.
In case you hadn't noticed, today I was in a pranking mood. I'd totally been hanging out with the Stoll brothers for the past two weeks. Those kids are friggin awesome.
So I was in the Athena cabin with Annabeth and her siblings. Yes, Quinn Brown was finally discussing the war with her fellow campers. *heavenly voices sing hallelujah*
This was when I remembered the whole issue of Clarisse not fighting in the war.
Annabeth was in the middle of a sentence when I shouted, "Wait, wait, wait!"
She looked startled. "What?"
"Shh! I need to think." I told them not to move, speak, or breathe, or else I would lose my train of thought, which was very important at the moment.
Okay, so I have to make sure the Ares cabin does participate in the war, or else Silena Beauregard will pose as Clarisse and get killed by the drakon—this being an event I should probably avoid. Clarisse was angry about a stupid chariot that the Apollo cabin got to keep. So I have to go warn the Apollo kids. Ooo, I get to see Preston! I'm probably gonna have to explain to them why they should give up a perfectly good chariot… Should I do it? Would it ruin the future if I told them just a little piece of information? When is the chariot gonna get here anyway? Oh my gosh, Quinn, it's not just gonna magically arrive. The Apollo and Ares kids will go on a quest together or something.
"I'm done thinking," I said. "You may all once again inhale oxygen."
"What was that about?" Annabeth asked.
I decided it was okay to tell them, but I didn't mention the whole Silena/Clarisse/Drakon situation.
"So you guys need to watch out for when the Ares and Apollo cabins go on quests together," I warned, "or else Clarisse will go all war-god's-daughter dramatic and ruin many things. This is serious."
Annabeth's siblings nodded.
After a good hour of planning and discussing the war, the Athena kids decided to present what they had so far to Chiron.
"Okay," I said. "You guys go ahead. I'll be somewhere, doing… something."
I walked out of cabin six, ignoring a few suspicious glances.
"Hey," someone whispered.
I turned hesitantly. "T-Man. You got the stuff?"
Travis and Connor Stoll emerged from behind the cabin. "You got the drachma?"
"Show me the stuff."
"Show me the drachma."
"Here," I said, handing Connor a drachma that I'd accidentally stolen from Percy.
Travis secretly pulled a can of Dr. Pepper out of his jacket and gave it to me.
I snapped it open. "Thanks," I said. "It's so hard to get some good, caffeinated pop at Camp Half-Blood."
Connor fist-bumped Travis. "It's no problem, Quinn."
I chugged my Dr. Pepper and gave a feminine burp. "So," I said. "You ready to prank some Aphrodite girls?"
Travis grinned slyly. "Always."
The next thing we knew, we were in the Aphrodite cabin. Travis was putting glue in their nail polish. Connor was putting worms in their shoes. I was replacing their Chanel perfumes and Axe colognes with skunk spray.
We were in there for about fifteen minutes.
I unscrewed the last bottle of skunk spray and gagged. "Nasty stuff," I muttered. "Where did you get it, anyway?"
"We know a guy," Travis said.
I was about to ask who the heck they were talking about when I heard a hushed voice coming from what seemed like the bathroom.
I jumped. "Hide!"
Travis and Connor bolted out of the cabin.
I would have followed, but the voice from the bathroom said something that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
"Luke, I swear I don't know. They haven't mentioned anything about that."
My head spun.
Luke. Was he here?
I slowly walked towards the bathroom, trying not to make a sound.
The voice continued talking quietly. "No. The new girl—Quinn Brown—isn't letting Chiron say anything at the war meetings without her approval."
My eyes widened and I pinched my arm to prevent myself from yelling quite loudly. They'd just given the enemy my name! I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
"I swear on the Styx I'm not making this up, Luke… Okay. Okay, fine. I'll do my best."
I figured it was time for me to haul booty. But I was way too angry.
So I stood right in front of the bathroom door, crossed my arms, and put on my best 'pissed the Hades off' facial expression.
A few seconds later, the door opened, and out came the one and only Silena Beauregard.
She stuck a charm bracelet in her pocket quickly. Then she looked up and pretty much screamed.
"Wh-wh… what are you d-doing here… Quinn?" She was visibly trembling with fear. I mean, duh, she'd just gotten caught sending information to the enemy. Plus, she was facing the Ultimate-Pissed-Off-Quinn. Who wouldn't be trembling with fear?
"I have a better question for you, Silena." I looked her directly in the eyes. "What the heck do you think you're doing, passing information to Kronos?"
Silena yelped. "Shh! Please. Please, please be quiet. Please, I'm begging you!" Tears were streaming down her cheeks. "Do you know what will happen if someone hears you?"
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't announce to the entire camp what you've been doing."
Silena's lip trembled. "Please, Quinn. It's not my fault. Please, let me explain. Luke—"
"Save it," I said. "Silena, you seriously have no idea how much trouble you're getting yourself into."
Silena wiped her tears with her sleeve. "I know something horrible is going to come out of this, but… I can't do anything about it."
I raised my eyebrows. "Here's a brilliant idea—stop talking to Kronos!"
"Shhh!" She looked around wildly. "Someone could hear you!"
I stared at her. "Give me the bracelet."
She shook her head. "No, I can't. Quinn, you don't understand."
"No, Silena, I don't understand. Do you want to be known as the spy of Camp Half-Blood? When people find out what you've been doing—and they eventually will—do you want to be looked down on and never trusted again?"
Silena shook her head.
"Then what's the problem?" I demanded. "Throw the bracelet away and just don't give information to the enemy! It's as simple as that."
"It's not that easy," Silena muttered. "Luke threatened to tell. And if he tells, I'll be rejected by this camp—kicked out. And once that happens, I won't be protected anymore. Kronos's army will come get me and try to force me to join."
I started to interrupt, but she put a hand up.
"Let me finish," she said. "They'll try to force me to join, but of course I won't. I'm on Olympus's side. I would never fight against the gods. But if I tell them that I won't join, they'll kill me, Quinn. Kronos will have no mercy."
Her eyes were filled with fear. She'd started to shake again.
"And that's why I can't just throw the bracelet away," Silena concluded. "I've gone too far with this and now there's no way out."
I shook my head. "We'll figure something out, Silena."
"No, Quinn. Haven't I made it clear? There's nothing I can do."
I crossed my arms and glared at her, getting angry all over again. "Silena Beauregard, if you don't stop sending information to Kronos, Charles Beckendorf is going to die. Think about that."
She stood frozen, staring at me in horror.
I walked towards the door. I was about to leave, but I paused halfway, turning towards Silena. "When you're ready to discuss how to get out of this, you tell me."
I left the cabin, feeling extremely disappointed. I honestly had no idea what to do with this situation, but I'd come up with something.
I didn't really know where I was going. I had no desire to talk to anyone right now—I just wanted to think. Maybe it hadn't been such a good idea to tell Silena that Beckendorf was going to die. I honestly hadn't intended to say that—it just slipped out. I was just so angry… it seemed almost as if Silena wanted to keep passing information to Kronos. But I knew the truth—she just felt helpless about the whole situation. I had to do something.
I started walking towards the pegasus stables. Maybe I could take Blackjack for a ride. That was always relaxing. I wondered if Percy would get angry—after all, no one steals his pegasus. Not even Rachel.
Then my thoughts turned to that rich old redhead. I wondered when I would meet her. I wondered what I would say when I met her—me being a 100% Percabeth fan. It's not that I didn't like Rachel… I just didn't like her breaking up Percy and Annabeth. Even if it hadn't been on purpose.
"Where are you going?" someone asked.
I stopped and turned around. "Oh… hey, Preston. I was just going to the pegasus stables."
Preston watched me carefully. "Do you mind if I come along?" he asked.
"No way," I said. "Come on."
As we walked, he started telling me about how he'd accidentally shot an arrow at Dionysus's butt. I tried to listen—after all, that was a very interesting topic—but my mind was still on the Silena situation.
"…he threatened to turn me into a very small fish, but Chiron came to my defense. In the end, my punishment was giving Mr. D a foot rub. That was probably the most disgusting… Hey, are you okay?"
I looked up. "Yeah! I'm totally fine."
Preston watched me skeptically. "Do you not want me to go to the stables with you? I can go back."
"No, no!" I said, a little too quickly. "It's not your fault at all—I was just in deep thought. What were you saying? Foot rub to a small fish?"
Preston smiled a little bit. "That's not really important. Do you want to tell me what's going on?"
I bit my lip. "…I don't think I can. It's just something that might happen in the future that's worrying me."
Preston nodded. "How long till it happens?"
I thought about it. "Well, it's July 2nd right now… so about a month."
"Well, if you need anything, I'm always here."
This is the part where my stomach begins to eat itself.
"Thanks," I said quietly.
Preston shrugged. "Yeah, no problem. So are you excited about the capture the flag game tonight?"
I stopped and stared at him. "That's tonight?
He laughed. "You're kidding, right? Everyone talks about the capture the flag games. We've been training for weeks. How could you forget?"
I froze. The capture the flag game was tonight. The Percy Jackson and the Bronze Dragon story from The Demigod Files was taking place in just a few hours.
Hello? MAJOR Percabeth fluff!
"Oh my gods." I stared at Preston. "I have to find Annabeth."
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Those of you who haven't read The Demigod Files yet—you are not true Percy Jackson fans.
LOL, jk.
No, I'm forreal.
So I know I haven't updated in forever, and I am truly sorry about that. I just had this huuuuge thing of writers block. It sucked.
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