"Take it easy," Will said, as I got up.
"I've been taking it easy for two months! How much longer do you expect me to sit around and do nothing?" I exclaimed.
When I woke up after graduation, I was in the infirmary, with Connor staring down at me.
For the first time, it was him who called me an idiot, rather than it being the other way around.
After I recovered from the shock of being at camp though, I realized, my leg had been injured.
That leads to the present. I was finally able to walk on my own, rather than having someone wheel me around.
It's so nice to be able to use my feet again.
"At least three more months."
The voice was familiar, of course, but I still had to look around to figure out where he was.
Screw Connor and his hiding places.
"I'm not going to be dragged around for another three months."
He suddenly appeared behind me, with a grin as he said, "Yes you are."
"No I'm not!"
"Yes, you are!"
And that went into a round of yes, no, no, yes.
It's no surprise that Katie wondered how I graduated.
"Olivia, take it easy for at least another week," Will sighed.
And that led me to grumble all the way back to the cabins.
I'm still looking back at the past year I'd spent with the band. Scott and I always knew we were demigods, and we kept alert, for any signs of danger. Even after Wen was claimed, we were always on the lookout.
But how did we never notice that two of the people that we came to trust the most, were also the most dangerous?
Partially, I felt stupid, but at the same time, not so much, as I usually discussed everything with Mo rather than Stella, but at the same time, they were monsters, and they were right in front of us.
And we didn't notice.
But that was all in the past, and we couldn't dwell on it more.
That was May, and today was August.
August 18th to be exact.
So many were leaving today, and in two days, I would be too, to move in to my new dorm at NYU.
And though dangers were sure to follow, I'd have Scott with me.
Or maybe, I'm bringing the danger with me...