Aj: Three words: Hunger strikes SUCK! I haven't eaten in 96 hours once and it is killing me! Literally. I am too stubborn to give up though so I'm stuck doing this until I win. They still suck though. Just a word to the wise for ya' from your good ol' pal, who you don't know, Aj.
Max
Let me just say this, crying in front of the guy you are prophesized to fight to the death with is uber embarrassing. Not that I would ever kill Percy. I just would never have it in me. Maybe the prophecy really is just a bunch of lines. With my luck, this would be proven incorrect eventually. Lucky me.
Percy had fallen asleep again about ten minutes ago and I could only think of that one dream I had had before Clarisse and I had found The Lotus Hotel and Casino. It still sent shivers up my back by just thinking about it. I still remembered every detail of the nightmare that topped all nightmares.
There was one part that crept me out the most. I hope Fang can forgive me, was my last thought before my chocolaty brown irises were replaced with a cold, evil, bitter gold.
And the worst part about it was that my last nightmare with the flock abandoning me for the camp had come true. I was almost positive that this one would too. I stood up silently from the course wood of the hundred year old dock and looked over at a nearby gas station. I rushed over to it and prayed that I had some money and a gold drachma. I did.
I inserted a quarter into the coin slot and pressed the nozzle of the hose. When it began to spray, I threw a drachma into the mist and repeated the chant, afterwards saying, "Fang, Camp Half Blood."
It took longer than usual for his image to appear, but a faint smile graced my lips as I saw him, sleeping restlessly on the feathery mattress of the bottom bunk. From the image I could see all of the other kids in the Hermes cabin. There was Travis and Conner, who were sleeping in the same bunk bed, Travis on top and Conner on the bottom. I also saw Gazzy, but Angel was probably still being restrained, the thought made my heart sag. Chris Rodriquez was lying above my little trooper.
Besides them, I saw three other demigods in the cabin. On one bunk were two campers around 15 or 16, a boy on top a girl on bottom, with a mixture of blonde and black hair and a slight tan. The boy had an eye patch that cut across his spiky, swept back hair. They didn't resemble any other Hermes campers so I was betting that they are undetermined. I remembered them being called George and Audrey.
There was also another girl in the next bunk, she was on the top bunk and had a thin, average looking, and pale appearance that had short brown hair that barely reached her shoulders. She took more after her mother, but I could tell she was a child of Hermes. I remembered catching her trying to steal one of my chocolate chip cookies at lunch. That was just unforgiveable. Her name was Astra Mercier.
I noticed my time was probably almost up so I decided to get this over with.
"Hey emo boy, have time for a little chat." I decided to use sarcasm so he wouldn't guess something was going to happen. Something horrible. He woke up with a start and his obsidian eyes that I would get lost in locked on min.
"Again with calling me emo? I do have feelings." He replied with just as much sarcasm. That was what I lo...liked most about Fang, I could be as sarcastic as I wanted; yet he would never take offense to it and would usually try to beat me at my own game. Like that would ever happen.
"I wouldn't know with that whole emotionless façade." I retorted. "So Dionysus' torture was worse than the school?" I muttered, getting down to business. His face grew dark and I regretted bringing it up. He gave a curt nod and then gave me a look that said, 'Change the subject'
"We beat Tyson." I informed. He nodded disinterested and glanced at the bed. Dionysus' torture must have been even more brutal than I had imagined. And I have a big imagination.
"I'll see you later, Max. I'm tired." He murmured low enough that I had trouble hearing it, even with my raptor hearing.
"But Fang…"
"Night Max." He interrupted and broke the connection. I just stood there, shocked. That was probably the last time I would ever see him again and he didn't even want to talk to me. That hit me hard, but I gritted my teeth and unclenched the handle on the hose. I dropped it to the ground and looked up at Mount Tam. Maybe if I went alone, it would change the prophecy. No, I decided. You can't change fate, even if I don't believe that kind of stuff.
I turned around back to the dock and walked stiffly to where the others were. They were all still sound asleep, but as I saw dawn peaking I knew they wouldn't be for long. I blindly reached for my backpack and took out a crumpled piece of blank paper and an almost dried out pen that I had stolen from the hotel. You would think that they would give you pens with more ink when they expect you to be trapped there for all of eternity.
I took a deep breath and popped the lid of the cap on the pen off. I stared at the piece of paper blankly, not knowing what to write for a few minutes. I had never really paid much attention in English at the Day and Night school or the school in Virginia. I figured I would never have much use for it in real life when I was trying to survive. No wonder all of my teachers hated my guts almost as much as the white coats.
I kept trying to rush my thoughts to come up with something, but my entire mind had nada. I tapped my pen on the paper, leaving tiny dots of blue while I was tapping my foot anxiously. I gazed at the horizon and saw that I had maybe twenty minutes left before we left to go to Mount Tam. A huge smile graced my grimy face as an idea came and I started scrawling words onto the paper like there was no tomorrow.
In ten minutes, I had written about five paragraphs that I thought were suitable. And I had also written a five-paragraph note to the flock. I didn't know exactly how grammatically correct they were though. Fang had always been the best writer in the flock because of his stupid blog. I bet he had even written a love letter to both of The Red haired wonders. Stupid Fang.
I shook him from my thoughts and slipped the notes into Percy's backpack. Both were titled, Read If All Goes Wrong. I put them in places that Percy wouldn't see unless something did go wrong, like my nightmare had shown. I stared up again at Mount Tam, wide-awake from fear. I didn't know what would happen today, I just knew that the prophecy was going to come true one way or another. I repeated the words over and over in my head as if I was in a trance, hugging my knees to my body.
Planned out for many years
Causing many tears
The daughter of the titan lord
Will shatter Olympian life with a sword
Going against the prophecy child of the big three
They will fight to the death to achieve victory.
Aj: I can't believe I made a filler chapter WITHOUT a cliffhanger. I think I'm feeling ill. Anyways, I used three minor characters so far,
George & Audrey: A person with no account.
Astria Mercier: PandaswithBazookas.
Those aren't the only OC's I'm using though. The others will just come in later and the OC's in this chapter aren't done yet. They'll appear again eventually. Also, I need some more boy OC's and OC's on the titan's side. If you already sent in an OC, you can send in another one. As a reminder, here's the info I need: -Aj.
Powers(?):
Name/Age:
Gender:
Appearance:
Child of/Side (If on Kronos' side, why?):
Flaw 1:
Flaw 2:
Fatal Flaw:
Strength 1:
Strength 2:
Biggest Strength: