I own nothing.
"Unghh" I mumbled as I woke up in a field of grass. I sat up and immediately felt dizzy. I laid back down. Wait- I was in the club last night. Did I get drunk? Oh krap. Did I really... I looked behind me. Oh thank us. I hadn't...
I mumbled incoherently as I rolled over. My head was throbbing now. As soon as I stood up, my knees buckled. Where was I? I used all of my strength to look around. I was in a football field. I saw a fuzzy black thing bounce on the ground and roll towards me. It settled in my arms and I could slightly make out a football. I shrugged and attempted to get up. Bad idea. I took a step and fell forward. Luckily, my reflexes kicked in and I rolled forward.
"Ungh" I said again. I used some of my now limited energy to zap in a gatorade bottle of nectar. Taking a few swigs, I felt better. I stood up and walked to Olympus' Throne Room. I still felt a bit woozy but I could manage not to fall over upon standing up. The doors opened at my will and I got onto my throne.
"Hi." My Mother said.
"Hey." I muttered as I shuffled to my Throne. It was now in the form of a bleachers. I looked at the rest of the council. Most of them were looking at me with the exception of Apollo who was blasting music from his headphones and Dionysus, who shrank back shyly. "What's new?"
"Not much. Except your brother drugged you." Aphrodite said sarcastically.
"You what!" I said indignantly. My eyes were now red- the color of blood that I wanted to spill. Well then they should've been gold...
Dionysus cringed as I materialized my sword in my hands. I took a step forward but was wrapped in chains that came out of my chair.
"C'mon. We just rebuilt the throne room!" Hephaestus whined. I ripped the feeble links off and charged...
Two seconds later I was being dragged back by some of the female gods as Dionysus backed away from me, a golden gash across his cheek.
"Let me go! I wanna tear that little-" "Apart! Get over here you coward!" I screamed in Greek. I kept on fighting for a long time but finally gave up after a while. My arms went slack and my whole body shook with rage. How could he drug me and try to hook my up with his son? His leech of a son? My eyes were still a vibrant red as the others let me go. I pointed a menacing finger at him.
"You will never, ever, as much as speak to me again." And stormed off.
(At Camp, Silena (I like her alive) PoV)
I stood by the lake checking my nails as a bright flash caught my attention. Standing there was a teen about 15, who looked like a female version of Marilyn Manson. Her eyes were blood red and she wore mostly black and then bright blue running shoes. I squeaked in dismay and ran over to her. Deftly grabbing her by the arm I brought her into our cabin and called my top two girls.
"Sally! Gracie! We have a code 2!" I yelped. A few moments later they were here. They gasped in horror at this poor child's appearance. They scurried over and this poor thing barked,
"What the hell is wrong with you! Get off!"
"You poor thing... what happened to you?"
"I haven't had a good day, child. Let me go!" she ordered. Oh, she's Sam!
"Sorry! Here. Sorry, sorry sorry!" I yelped. She got up and left. What was going on with her, today? She usually talked to everyone. She had good advice, as being the goddess of teenagers gave her a lot of knowledge about that stuff. I was gonna find out. Oh, I know! I'll ust ask Mom! Oh, better yet, I'll check this week's Olympus Weekly !
Good timing. I thought as the Hermes' Delivery Service Package popped up at our front door. Sure enough, inside was our magazine.