Hey guys, I totally forgot to put anything before the story earlier, I was too excited to upload this! Hopefully it reads decently, I guess tabs dont carry over into the doc manager. Either way, I hope you guys enjoy reading the first Chapter. I dont really know here I'm going with this but it will definitely be interesting! Ill see you guys soon and happy new year!
2012 AD
It was a pretty normal day at Camp Half-Blood, as normal as life at a summer camp for children of the gods could be anyway. The clanging of the forges rang around the strawberry fields and idyllic landscape of scattered cabins and rolling hills. The sun bore down full force as it was July, and as such many new heroes were learning about the origins of Camp Half-Blood.
Annabeth stood in a rather crowded room of new, mostly unclaimed, campers. Groans resonated throughout the room as she cordially informed them of the subject of their two hour
Class.
"Oh calm down, it's not the worst thing we could be doing" she informed the visibly discontent faces before her
"How can you kill monsters if you don't know their origin?" she questioned and the dissidents finally quiet, conceding her point. "Well , I guess we should start at the beginning" She continued,
"Before the Trojan war, before even the Greek city states existed during the archaic period, great civilizations existed like Mycenaean Greece and seafaring cultures, including Cretan cultures sailed around the Aegean and the Mediterranean " "Of these cultures some had great heroes preceding even the Theseus and Bellerophon. The greatest of these heroes, of whom the gods held in the highest favor was Perseus the Mariner"
For the next hour she spoke of how these cultures battled for hundreds of years over commercial trading routes in the Mediterranean, and how the Phoenicians and the Hellenes Greeks were constantly contesting control of the sea.
She finally finished her short, but hopefully educational tirade. She briefly surveyed the room to find about half the campers slumped in their seats. She sighed, exasperated, but decided to end with something exciting to keep them somewhat interested and to send them to archery early.
"You know" She began, "Some sources say that some of the ancient heroes gained immortality and still live to this day" Some of the kids just snored, but the few who heard her say this look more interested than they were previously. Mission success she thought to herself and told the campers they could go to archery.
As the campers woke up and filed slowly out of the big house down to the archery range she stood on the porch and gazed over the camp. A brisk breeze washed over her and cooled her down after being in the rather stuffy improvised classroom for so long. Herself, Chiron, Travis, and Connor had decided that although it was comparatively peaceful, they should be preparing the new campers for whatever may come in the future. Unfortunately, this included teaching them about the history of Greece and of the gods.
They had lost a lot during the titan war, however they had recovered and had more demi-gods than ever. The six months after the battle of Manhattan had been peaceful and quiet, the monsters were less bold and more demigods made it to camp safely. The gods seemed to be holding to their oath of claiming new campers, up until a month ago. Olympus had closed, Dionysus disappeared, her mother hadn't talked to her in weeks, and after talking to Thalia when the hunters had visited a couple of days ago, even Artemis had disappeared.
Although it was weird, she thought that it was just Zeus being a little out of it, per usual. Due to this cutoff of communication, even though it probably wasn't a big deal, she reassured herself, the counselors had been drilling the camp more than ever.
Once again the twang of bowstrings and clash of swords carried throughout the camp as the campers made it to their next sessions. The delectable scent of baklava wafted towards her as well, it was almost time for dinner, she said internally.
She suddenly broke out of her reverie by an aggressive tap on her left shoulder she spun around to the left to see nobody there. A flash of movement to the right indicated that Travis thought he was funny.
"Good one," she said. Travis just laughed and leaned over the railing to her right, no shoulder taps this time.
"Thanks, I worked hard on that one," he quipped back.
"Evidently." she groaned. Even though Travis had been her companion for all the quests they had ever done, and was the best swordsman in camp, he still annoyed her more often than not.
"Aren't you supposed to be teaching sword fighting at the arena right now?" she asked.
"I figured you would be scared of tomorrow's game, going against my cabin and all; Nico seemed to want to teach it anyway."
"Don't worry, I have a great plan for you guys" Annabeth informed him.
"What else is new" Travis groaned, just as he finished his theatrics the conch horn blew and they both made their way to the pavilion.
For Annabeth the rest of the day went rather well, she had secured her game alliances with the Ares, Apollo, and Hephaestus cabins. As she lay on her bed thinking of all of those who died in the war she couldn't keep up her happy facade for any longer. Her body shook with muffled sobs and she was tormented by the faces of her dead friends. Beckendorf, Silena, Michael and so many more cycled through her head until she fell into a deep sleep.
The blackness of her closed eyes was comforting but the falling sensation was definitely not; she spun, twisted, and fell for what seemed like five seconds, until finally she landed with a loud thump on a hard wood floor.
"Ow," She complained before opening her eyes and saw the breathtaking blue sky, with not a cloud was in sight and felt a strong breeze blow across the deck of the ship that she had just fell upon.
Men in tunics rushed about her, paying her no mind, as the boat carved through the emerald water of what must have been the Aegean. The snap of lines and sails as they caught the wind resonated over the groaning ship. She stood up and immediately fell back over as the deck warped from a wave. With her back aching she lay there for a moment, then stood back up, putting her trust in the twisting planks beneath her she looked towards the stern of the boat to see a tall man with wind swept black hair and intense eyes the same sea-green color of his tunic.
She ripped her eyes away and looked towards the horizon, Small dot came closer and closer until she could make out a half blue half red flag with a strange vexilloid upon it.
A shout in what sounded like a form of Greek came from behind her and the men on the deck bustled around even faster.
She was suddenly broken out of the pleasant, but strange, experience by a gentle smack and a barely restrained voice. She awoke to see Connor Stoll standing over her looking like he was trying to hold back tears.
"What the fuck was that for?" She questioned,
"Annabeth, Chiron wants to see all of the counselors in the big house. Travis has disappeared"