Chapter 3
Lawrence p.o.v
"Fuck I need a smoke." I sat back against the side of the fireplace and fished around in my jacket pocket.
As I smoked I thought back to recent events. This morning, those, what had I called them, Stukas? Why had I heard them? How did I know what they were?
Maybe Chiron would know, I decided to ask him after breakfast. Speaking of, the horn blew again. I tossed my cigarette butt into the fireplace and stood up. I dragged my new camp clothes on and walked out toward the dining pavilion.
The pavilion was already close to full by the time I got there. I sat at my empty table and piled eggs and bacon onto my plate. I ate slower than the night before, still thinking about the visions. At dinner I had seen something from another time, I was sure of that.
After breakfast I went looking for Chiron. He wasn't on the balcony of the big house so I checked inside, no dice. I thought Emilee might know so I walked over to the Athena cabin.
The door was open when I got there so I called in. "Hello?" I heard some shuffling and cursing from inside, and the door opened. A tall blonde girl was standing there, she looked a bit like Emilee.
"Hi," she said a bit out of breath. "Are you new?" I nodded.
"I'm Lawrence," I stuck out my hand. She shook it quickly.
"I'm Annabeth. What did you need?" I glanced past her into the cabin, no one was there except Percy sitting on one of the bunks.
"Umm, I was just looking for Emilee." She pointed toward the arena.
"She went to spar with some Apollo kid."
"Alright, thanks." I waved and walked away. Annabeth shut the door and locked it.
"That was weird." I said to myself as I walked toward the arena. I hoped the Apollo kid in question wasn't the one I was thinking about.
"Ugh!" I said as I entered the arena, seeing one blonde headed jackass. Geoffrey turned to glare at me.
"What do you want new kid?" He spat back.
"To be doing anything but talking to
you." I retorted walking toward them. They were on the side of the arena cooling off after a sparring match. I couldn't help but notice how good Emilee looked; her long red hair was up in a messy bun, and her green eyes were fiery with determination.
"You wanna back those words up?" Geoffrey snarled picking up his sword. I stepped forward looking him right in the eyes.
"Boys!" Emilee shouted. "That's
enough." We both looked sheepishly at the ground. "Lawrence," she turned to me, her voice softening a bit. "Did you need something?"
I turned away from Geoffrey and looked down at her, just now realizing how much taller I was than her. "Yeah, can we talk somewhere else." I saw Geoffrey roll his eyes but I ignored him.
"Sure, let's go." We walked together out of the arena.
"So," She said casually, "what's goin' on?" I was silent for a second, trying to figure out how to explain the visions in a way that wouldn't end with me in a psych ward.
"Well," I started cautiously, "I've had these, visions." She cocked her head.
"Like dreams?" I shook my head, and she gave me a confused look.
"Like," I struggled for the right words, "I'm awake, but suddenly I'm somewhere else, and I have weird memories. Memories of someone else's life." She stopped in her tracks.
"Hold up," I stopped to face her, "so give me an example of this."
"Well, last night at dinner, I put my fork down, and suddenly I was sitting in a old dirty cot. I was eating beans out of a helmet, and I was in some kind of Army uniform."
"And you had different memories?"
"Yeah, but it was so quick I only remember one thing." I shook my head, trying to place the word. "Ah, it's gone now, shit."
I must have looked pretty bad, because Emilee put a hand on my shoulder, and spoke in a calming tone. "Come on let's go to The Athena cabin library, there might be something useful in there."
The library was big, who needed this many books? Growing up on the street I'd never had access to books really, and that was fine by me.
"Here," Emilee pushed a huge musty old book into my hands, "start by reading this." I flipped through the pages, none of it made sense to me.
"Umm, I can't read this." She looked at me sympathetically.
"Don't worry, ancient Greek will start to come naturally to you. Hold on, I'll get you the translated version."
She rummaged around then took the huge book from my hands replacing it with a slightly less musty one. Again I couldn't read a thing. I started to sweat nervously.
"Uh, I can't read this either." Emilee cocked her head on confusion. "Growing up on the streets, I never learned how to read." Her eyes widened.
"You can't read, like at all?" I shook my head. "Come on, sit down." She led me to a table with a few chairs, I sat. Emilee started rummaging through one of the shelves.
"What's going on?" I asked as Emilee shuffled around the room grabbing books and paper. "I told you I can't read." She placed some small books on the table and put a stack of paper in front of me.
"That's fine, I'll teach you."