A/N- I dedicate this chapter to Blue-Black Flames! Also, I want to change the name of this fic, because I changed the plot, and now the title- Secrets of the Forbidden- doesn't really apply as much anymore. It would be appreciated if anyone has any ideas could please review/PM me with their title suggestion. NEW STORY OUT NOW! I have started a new story named 'Falling for the Stars' CHECK IT OUT!Haha, me and my shameless advertising, also, because I'm a lazy ass... this is only a short part one of this chappy xx Heartbeat

Chapter Eleven

My Injuries And The Infirmary: Part One

Astra-Rose Alkmene POV

I am going to KILL Travis. This is his fault! I can't believe I'm even doing this. I sighed, and then shoved the over-sized fork into the hay.

Yep.

You guessed it.

Because cleaning the horse stables is oh so fun.

Not.

Did I mention that as a punishment, I had to do this for a week? Yes? No? Maybe?

Gah. I hate my life.

I swear, when I'm finished with Travis, we are BOTH going to end up half dead in the infirmary, and more half dead on his part than mine. I have no idea what I would rather look forward to- getting out of this poop dump, or getting even with Travis. Right now it's was pretty even.

After stabbing the hay repeatedly, pretending it was Mr. Pea-face Stoll, I huffed while dumping it in a wheel barrow then scooted it over to the hungry horses. And yes, that was a perfectly good attempt at alliteration. I think...

You lot are probably just sitting there, wondering how on earth it's all Travis' fault, HE'S AN INOCCENT! And all that jazz. But it's his fault because I say it's his fault, easy as that. Well that and also because his face was the reason I wanted to smush peas into it. I mean... c'mon! If you had seen his face you would have done the same thing! RIGHT! Right? No? Well, either way, he's gonna pay. Ha I was a poet and didn't know it. XD

After completing some nasty jobs I wish not to mention, I ran to the girls showers to clean up. I was glad to get out and get some fresh air, after being in a horse stable cleaning up after horses and their horsey poo, you learn to appreciated such things as air, and freedom. Something I most certainly did NOT have. I mean the freedom part not the fresh air. Ahh... you get the point.

Strait after a cool shower, I made my way to the armoury. I 'borrowed' a sword and shield and went to find Travis.

As I guessed, he was in the Hermes cabin, probably scheming some sort of prank to torment our fellow camp members, most likely successfully than not. Meh, but that's Travis for you.

"Hello, my dear pea brained Travis." I snorted at him with disgust.

Well, that's when Conner cracked up laughing. Sadly not literally, but you get the point.

"HahahaHA... Get... it! She... Bahahaha! Means it literally! Hahaha..." Conner said between fits of pathetic giggles.

I shot him my infamous death glare. He paled. Well, that shut him up. I smirked.

Travis stood, and observed me shamelessly.

He must of seen I was dressed in Greek armour because raised his eye brows.

"Well, you up to it... or not?" I challenged.

He smirked, "I think we both know the answer to that question."

And with that, he followed me out to the armoury.