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Chapter Eleven: Camilla

This wasn't capture the flag. I had played capture the flag before. This was as one of my fellow guards put it "Try not to get stabbed and it will be fun." I heard many scuffles in the woods. It was only a little scary when a animal in the woods would howl or shreik.

Yes I know. I'm powerful. So? I'm still scared of big things jumping out of the dark. I shivered as the wind cut through my lightweight jacket. My head pounded with a headache. Ever since I had appeared next to Camp Half Blood my headache had slowly grown. I couldnt focus very well and I felt kind of dizzy.

I heard shuffling behind us and saw a little squadron of demigods in red armour. Their leader looked up. Her blonde hair was cropped short and she had a fire in her eyes. The symbol of Ares was sketched onto her sheild which she held out in front of her. Oh yippee. An Ares kid. She smiled evily. Then gave the order.

"Get the new kid!"

I grimaced. And this was the reason I didn't play sports. I was always the picked on one. The other guards gathered around me. One, a tall burly kid with a tatoo of a rainbow leaned down to me.

"I hope those rumors about you being strong are true." I nodded and frowned as my headache seemed to take on a new stab.

"Me too kid. Me too." He didn't seem to like being called kid but I was pretty sure I was older than him so, eh who cares? How old was I anyway? My head was throbbing so much that all my thoughts were murky. I turned to the oncoming horde of kids.

This will be easy, hopefully. I wrapped shadows around myself and the Ares kids halted running into one another. My voice projected and I smiled as the pain in my head vanished.

"Wanna pick on the new kid? Come and get her!" I stepped in front of the golden flag. Why did it have to be gold? I then brushed an imaginary fleck of dust of my shoulder and stood up tall. The lead girl looked a little shaken. As if not suspecting the new kid to be this powerful. I grinned this was my turf.

Suddenly cheers erupted behind me. I turned and saw Harley jogging down the field. In his hand he carried a white flag with a laurel wreath in the center. I smiled. But a new stabbing pain in my head convinced me to head away from the group. Something was wrong with me.

Memories that weren't mine flashed through my head. I was really scared. Before I knew it I was outside the Apollo cabin. The girl smiled at me inside.

"Can I help you?" I nodded.

"I have a headache. Do you have anything I can use?:

"I do. But you look really pale. Is it severe?"

I groaned as my brain decided to take a spin.

An image flashed through my mind. In full detail I saw me. I was fighting a large white spirit. I watched suddenly as an arrow struck my shoulder and I fell to the ground. My vision went dark and I returned to the present. I was breathing in short gasps. And my knees had apearently given out because I was on the floor. My shoulder hurt with an imaginary pain. The Apollo kid was crouched in front of me. She had a hand cupped to my forehead.

"Lets get you to the Hypnos cabin."

I nodded. Not really registering anything. I had never felt like this before. In my six thousand years I had never been in this such pain. And that memory definitely wasn't mine. It couldnt be.

Before I knew it I was sitting on a bed while the Apollo camper talked with a bleary eyed Hypnos child. The aura in the cabin was lazy and slow going. I rubbed my temples and tried not to cry. The Hypnos kid walked over to me. He motioned to my forehead.

"Can I?"

I nodded and let my hands slip from my temples. His hands replaced mine. I closed my eyes and tied to calm down. The headache had all but vanished when he had touched me. But just like the calm before the storm my peace was soon shattered.

Images of me doing various things appeared in my mind. My memories washed over me like a wave. And just like that it was over. The Hypnos child stumbled back. I stared wide eyed at the floor. He looked up.

"Who are you?"

I looked into his eyes which were now awake and afraid. I was too shell shocked to care.

"I'm no goddess."