Hello Fanfiction! *applause* I'd like to welcome you to another chapter of... my story! Yes yes now quiet down. Thank you. Now, I hate to disappoint you, but there are a few things I must say. I- I don't own the setup to the plot, or Nico, or Camp Half-Blood, or PJO, but it's ok right? Ok ok stop throwing tomatoes. I get it. Ok I'm going.
I don't know why I did that, I was just bored and let my imagination wander... anyway.
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Mac
After the meeting, I went back to my cabin with a lot of things to think about. Actually, I had two things that were on my mind. The logical, leader-like, and soldier-like part of me was thinking about the meeting. I said I would bring half of my cabin, but who would I bring? I was sure that some people wouldn't take too kindly to being left behind.
However, most of me was saying that the more important thing at this moment was Lynn. I must have looked really stupid when she was talking to me and I was just staring at her, but she looked really… um… good. Besides, since I started this rebellion thing I had been having trouble getting her out of my head. We had been best friends since we were nine, but I had never thought of her in that way before. It doesn't really matter anyways, I thought, she only likes you as a friend and nothing more, and it will always be like that. So for the moment I decided to push the thought aside and worry about who from my cabin would be joining me on this little expedition.
I walked into my cabin to see my five half-sisters playing poker. I only had girl siblings, which was kind of sad for me. It looked like an interesting game, and the funny part was that my seven year old sister was winning. "Hi," I said.
"Hey Mac," said Natalie, my second in command. Natalie was short and skinny, with black hair that had red streaks and gray eyes that made her look like a child of Athena. She might have been the hardest demigod that we had rescued so far. During the war, she was sent off to spy on the Titans, and she did a good job, but when the Titans won, she had trouble getting away. Finally, she escaped, but was being chased by almost twenty monsters. Fortunately, we had a patrol around Long Island who saw, and we were able to defeat the monsters.
"How was the meeting?" asked Camille. We found her only a year ago, making her the 'newbie' of the cabin. However, in that past year she had been through a lot, and was just as battle tested as the rest of us. She had long, wavy chocolate brown hair, minty green eyes, a few freckles, and a slight tan. She was average height, maybe a little taller, and slim. Next to her was a bag of cookies, which she was eating in between rounds.
"C'mon Cammie," I fake pouted while taking a cookie. "Not even a hello?"
"Nope," she replied. "You took my cookie."
"You didn't answer the question," noted Azura, but we called her Az. She had a light tan and freckles, sandy blonde hair cut above her shoulders with blue highlights, and sky blue eyes. "What happened during the meeting?" Then she stole a cookie and stuffed it in her mouth, but Cammie didn't notice.
"We are going on a mission to free a god," I said.
"Which one?" asked Hayden. Her middle name is Carlie, so we either called her Hay or Carlie. I called her Hay for some reason. She was short, only 5'3", with a few freckles and a slight acne. She had long, wavy auburn hair and pale green eyes. She was thirteen, the second youngest camper. Despite being the cabin counselor, I was the third youngest. Az and Cammie were fifteen years old, and Natalie was sixteen.
"I don't know," I replied. "I just know that we're going to Area 51, and that I am bringing two of you and myself." They started arguing over who was going and stopped paying attention to their poker game.
"I win!" said my youngest sister Crystal with glee. She had brown hair, green eyes, and a smile that could really make someone's day better. I smiled down at her and gave her a thumbs up before interrupting the rest of my sisters.
"So, who's coming?"
"I want to go," they all said at once.
"Ok, well that's not going to happen," I said. "Why can't you four just decide?"
"You're the cabin leader," retorted Natalie. "Why can't you decide?" This caught me off guard. The truth was I couldn't make this kind of decision. I played out every scenario in my head, but I just kept hitting a mental roadblock whenever I tried to make decisions like this.
Instead of telling them this, I just said, "I thought you four would be mature enough to handle this situation on your own. So who's going?"
"I don't have to go," said Natalie after about five minutes of silence. "I need to stay in case, well, you know…" Another long silence fell on the cabin, which was weird because we were usually the loudest cabin.
"I don't think I'll go," Az said. I was pretty sure she just said that to break the tension, but I didn't really care. This made my life easier. Then I realized she had a black eye.
"What happened to you?" I asked.
"Well remember when Isa came looking for her brother's iPad?" she asked. "I'm pretty sure you can figure out what happened after that." I sighed. Isa was usually nice, but only if you didn't mess with her or her brothers, or her friends depending on who you were. She could become pretty vicious if someone did.
"Sounds fun," I said sarcastically. "So Cammie and Hay, are you good with coming?"
"Yes," they both said at the same time. Then a conch horn blew signaling dinner.
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Time for a mission. It was nine o'clock at night in New York, because we wanted to do this mission under the cover of darkness. In Area 51, it would be six. We were back in the big house, but this time with a lot more people. Cammie and Hayden were there sitting next to me. There were two other people standing next to me too. They were unclaimed sixteen year old twins, Dom and Nissa, who had to stay in our cabin. They weren't there when my half-sisters were playing poker, but they volunteered to go when I told them about this mission. Nissa, who was about average height, had straight blonde hair with streaks of blue in it that went down to her waist and dark blue eyes. Dom, who was slightly taller than his sister, had shaggy, light blonde hair that went down to his neck, the same blue eyes as his sister, and a blue headband.
Mason was in the front, and next to him was his sister Scarlet, who we called Scar. She had flame red wavy hair, green eyes, and freckles around her nose. She was tall and pale, and was sixteen years old. There was a map in the front of the room, and I was pretty sure that's what they would be talking about.
Jack Hunts from the Aphrodite cabin was also there. Jack was about average height, skinny, had pale skin and short black hair, as well as blue eyes. He was fifteen years old, and he came to camp three years earlier. Standing next to him was Phoenix and her sister Aria. Aria was also fifteen years old, with dark red hair and dark blue eyes. She was one of the smaller people in the group. Derrick and Amby were there as well, and they were playing ping-pong against Arden and Garret.
"What are we waiting for?" I asked Scar.
"Not everyone's here," she replied in her Scottish accent. "Someone else is-"
"Sorry I'm late," interrupted Char as she burst into the room.
"Where were you?" Jack demanded.
"I was busy."
"Are you kidding me? We have-"
"So," interrupted Mason, "you all know the mission. You are going to Area 51 in a few minutes to free a god. We don't know who, but we believe there is less security here than other locations, like Mount Tam, where one god is probably holding up the sky." Then he started briefing us with details about the area. We would shadow travel into the Papoose Mountains, then walk under the cover of darkness to the largest hanger in the complex, where we believed the god or goddess was being held. Then we escape, killing everything in our path. Simple, right? If we were lucky, everything would go our way.
Hold on. When are we ever lucky? I asked myself as Nico was shadow traveling us out of the Big House. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all...
Isn't it funny how stupid I can make my characters? Oh, and sorry about my rant earlier. I think you can tell that when I don't have school, I update a lot. So, I forgot to celebrate, but about two chapters ago, I made it to 50 REVIEWS! Now I have 67 REVIEWS! Now review (please)
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