The "Harry Potter" Saga, belongs to J.K. Rowling. The Saga "The Chronicles of Camp Half-Blood", belongs Rick Riordan.
Three Odd Demigoddesses.
08: Harriet at Camp.
Harriet POV
"Hi, are you okay?" Was the question that a girl with black hair with white and brown eyes asked me, as I would later learn, the color of black and white hair was normal in the vast majority of Hermes' children.
"No. ... I'm not sure ... How long have I slept?" I asked, running a hand over my eyes, then I could focus my vision. - Where we are? —I looked at the large room in which I was, there were other children or rather adolescents, lying in beds.
The girl handed me a glass with a liquid. "Please drink this, but ... please take it slow, okay?" Although his request seemed strange to me, I nodded. "We're in ... In a camp, this is the clinic."
" A camp," I repeated in a whisper. "How did I get here?"
"What is the last thing you remember?"
"My 'beloved'uncle, giving me all sorts of chores, and then my uncle hitting me for getting good grades on the biology test," I said. She looked at me strangely. "It was always like this, since I lived with them, you know?" I lived with my parents, my life was normal, but they passed away a few months ago, and I was taken by a friend of theirs to live with my uncles, who hated me. They beat me all the time, they gave me homework and they were always hurting me, yesterday something happened ..."
I looked at my hand. "Something ... something happened." My magic ... she couldn't bear to be so ... locked up, could you say? And it was released, it covered me, and then some people appeared, I remember hearing a lightning bolt, and then I woke up here."
"Where did that happen?" Was his question.
"In London, where are we?"
"In Scotland," the girl said, biting her lip and looking out the window at a tree. "About three nights ago, that walnut tree appeared, and you were ... literally carved out of the tree's wood, before you turned ..."
I giggled at an idea that popped into my mind. - Of flesh and blood?
"That's right," she assured him.
"Harriet Lily Evans," I introduced myself.
"Leslie Glenn," she said, showing me her smile, she was proud of her name. "Daughter of Hermes." She showed me that on her arm was the symbol of the caduceus or (as we call it today) symbol of the medicine / rod of Asclepius. He grabbed a mirror. "Can you please take off your shirt? There is something you must see." I sat down and took it off, the girl grabbed a second mirror, one placed it behind me and the other in front of my face, in the reflection an eagle could be seen. "This has made us all nervous, you know." It took Leslie a few minutes to calm down. "Do you know about the three Olympian kingdoms?"
I nodded. "Heavens, sea and the underworld. The eagle is the symbol of…" I gulped. "My father. Why do you say they got nervous?
"Uh ... well, well ..." He cleared his throat. "World War II was not only a conflict that affected ... ordinary humans, but also affected demigods. Adolf Hitler, Benito Mussolini, and Hirohito Kujō, the three of them were the Axis powers and were children of the god Had ..."
"My mother told me, these are names that should not be pronounced adrift," I said quickly.
"Well, the three of them were sons of the god of the Underworld."
"Are you saying that Franklin Roosevelt, Winston Churchill, George Marshall and Chiang Kai-shek were the children of my father or of Uncle P?" I asked, that made Leslie's eyes sparkle, who nodded.
"That war nearly destroyed the world, and the camps, we know, were all literally on the front lines, even if " official history "says otherwise," Leslie said. "They fought together, using their powers to the fullest, they almost destroyed the world. When the Big Three saw the destruction they caused, they swore by the River Styx, which is the greatest oath that can be made, that they would never have children again."
"And my father didn't comply," I grunted, as Leslie handed me the tray, and I continued eating.
"The Stygian has never been seen claiming a life, you know." -she said.
"I think I can imagine," I said.
My food was a divine medicine called Ambrosia, and the drink was called Nectar, with both I was cured, it was delicious because the Ambrosia tasted like bacon and the Nectar like some chocolate cookies called "Oreo", when I finished eating, she handed me one purple t-shirt with the letters SPQR and with that I followed Leslie, she told me that she was the daughter of Hermes, she was Greek and that reading Latin was impossible for her, but that she knew (from conversations with other Roman demigods), that it meant "The Senate and the People of Rome ".
We approach the first floor. "This specific cabin is something like ... the cabin where the activities to be carried out are prepared. It's a summer camp, so you'll find fun, Harriet, but it's also a ... training center for demigods, we are the army of Olympus, even if currently the Heart of the West is in North America."
I frowned. "The heart of what?"
"The Heart of the West, my dear," said a voice, when we reached the first floor. To our right, we find a tall woman with white hair, pale skin, green eyes and wearing a white T-shirt and brown shorts. "Good morning to you, I am Fame, a Nymph placed here by choice, as the director of Camp Olympus."
"Thank you for ... taking care of me, Miss Fama." I said blushing.
"For nothing, dear," said Fama, "it's what my partner and I do."
"Train the army of the Greco-Roman Olympus?" I asked, seconds later I realized my impudence.
"Train and take care of the demigods," specified another voice, it was a ... centaur of the female gender, it had black hair and brown eyes, its fur on its equine body was also black. "I am Miss Kiria, it is a pleasure for me to meet you young lady. You see: Olympus has an army of demigods at its service, first in Greece, on Mount Olympus where they placed a great palace, then they went to Rome, where their names changed" I agreed, I knew that."Then to Germany, France, Spain, right here in England and now they are in North America."
"Leslie Glenn, she told me about ... World War II, a demigod matter," I said.
Kiria nodded. "This Camp is the fusion of two camps, which exist in North America, but are separate there, Greeks to the east and Romans to the west. The gods want to avoid a war, although they already had a conflict when they were all together, and another when they tried to separate them. "
"I thought I understood."
"You are the daughter of a Roman version, and in you, a tattoo of your father or mother is already formed, so it is not difficult to grant you a cabin." —We walked out of the cabin, while I watched everything in wonder, children in orange and purple t-shirts, some were playing, others were riding terrifying black winged horses, others were training in martial arts and others were training with swords.
"A cabin, Miss Kiria?" I asked for.
"It's something we've taken from the Camp of the Greeks, which is located in the eastern United States, on Long Island. They are less militaristic than the campers at Camp Jupiter, but they have a good habit of having built cabins for all the gods, it is something that we take, although there is still the separation between the Roman demigods - like you, who wear purple t-shirts and have the tattoo of their father or mother, instead the Greeks wear a necklace," Kiria explained.
"The best of three camps, is ours?" I asked amused, I had been looking at everything, until I reached a white marble cabin with a bronze eagle on the top of the door.
"Yes, we could say something like that," Kiria agreed. "This is your cabin, you are its only inhabitant."
"I'm not even supposed to exist," I whispered, before feeling a light tap on my shoulder.
"Don't talk about yourself that way, miss. Do not despise yourself. If you are alive, if you have the right to exist, it is for something." Kiria asked me, with a motherly tone. I nodded, although not very sure, inside there was a bed, a nightstand, a dresser with a mirror, a closet, a shower and a sink.
"Thank you," I said. "And now?" I followed her, we saw the other cabins for the demigods, each with its own personality.
Uncle Poseidon's cabin was low, long, and of rough gray stone, with pieces of coral and seashells, and the trident on the door.
I was able to verify that the roof and the front yard of Aunt Demeter's cabin was made of grass and real flowers, there were all kinds of wild flowers and roses, the cabin had a light brown color.
Ares's cabin had scattered red and black graffiti, barbed wire on the ceiling and floor under the windows, and punk and rock music played. I began to shake my head, in time with the song.
Athena's cabin was of gray marble, with the doorframe and ceiling painted black, strips of black cloth fell from the pillars next to the door.
The walls of Apollo's cabin were lined with solid gold plates, it was difficult to stare at it.
Artemis's cabin was painted in dark blue and black colors, which resembled night, for she was the goddess not only of hunting and wild animals, but also of the moon.
Hephaestus's cabin was made of brick, it had many metal plates here and there, its door was that of a bank vault, circular and all, having at least four chimneys, from which gray or completely black fumes came out, it was hot, when getting too close.
Aphrodite's cabin, it looked like a life-size dollhouse, was painted with a pink color and fuchsia lines.
Hermes's cabin, although it had up to five floors, had an appearance of being more "homey", it was a cabin to which not only the children of Hermes went, but also those demigods not claimed by their parents.
Dionysius's cabin was painted purple, with bunches of grapes here and there, plus a nice yellow color. According to some of its inhabitants: "so much grape violet color, it damaged the eyes"
Hades's cabin was made of solid obsidian, had a skull on the door and some green Greek fire torches. It was pretty scary.
Iris's cabin was painted in the colors of the rainbow and was decorated with prisms, as well as a wooden rainbow, on the top of the cabin. They gave the impression of being full of people, who got caught up in the stereotypes and clothes of the 70s.
Morpheus's cabin was so physically normal, like Hermes's cabin, there was a small fountain, from which water came out of the River Lethe, and soft violin music played.
Tyche's cabin was painted in a purple color, it gave the impression that someone went to Las Vegas, and brought as many gambling machines, and neon signs as he could, and then they placed them in the cabin, because nothing matched anything. .
Hebe's cabin was made of white marble and they had a fountain, which, although it did not give youth, it did restore energy.
Nike's cabin was a miniature gym, painted red and blue.
Nemesis's cabin was made of black stone and had a red flag that read in Greek and Latin "Vengeance and Justice."
Hecate's cabin was made of green marble, and you could see flashes, lightning, flames, and green winds coming from within. Everyone said it was a miniature magic academy. flashes, lightning, flames and green winds come out of the interior. Everyone said it was a miniature magic academy.
The camp subsisted on the collection and sale of forest fruits, such as: Blueberries, agraz, raspberry, strawberry, currant, blackberry, blackberry, among others.
There was an archery and spear range, a miniature arena for fencing matches, among other weapons.
On my second day in the camp, I met a girl from Hephaestus's cabin, her name was Megan, she had long black hair, brown eyes, she was just a bit robust, and her orange shirt, she used to look at me with a smile, I don't know what he saw in me; but I soon became friends with her, she dragged me to Hephaestus's cabin, and asked everyone to show them my tattoo, they all gasped, seeing the Jupiter symbol on my back, soon, Megan calmed down of all, and explained how my father's Greek form saved her once from a monster, a Scorpion from the Abyss by sending some help, so she was in his debt; But another girl named Coralia said that Megan would lose her patience with me and that was dangerous.
Megan didn't like that, and she said they'd train me together.
So, seeing my small stature, they got (or rather, forged) weapons for me, and an armor, all my weapons, the breastplate and the helmet, were enchanted by Dexter Hollinan, a son of Hecate, to grow with me .
It was very funny how the two of them forged my swords.
Megan forged a Xiphos sword, but when telling her that she was right-handed, Megan and a girl daughter of Ares (named Gabriela) said that no warrior should have weaknesses of any kind, and they made me train with the Xiphos with my left hand.
Coralia forged a Roman Spatha type sword, was patient and wielded it with her right hand.
I trained from nine to eleven, with Megan and Gabriela, using the Xiphos. And I trained from two to four, with Coralia and Spatha.
Megan and Carolina took me like a younger sister, that made me feel not only loved, but that for the first time in a long time it was worth being alive.
Gabriela was in charge of communicating with a son from Mars, so that he would train me in a Roman hand-to-hand martial art.