Hellos! Sorry for the delay, I've been blogging and writing a novel and writing an essay or two…. Schoolwork!
Chapter 4
Camp half blood was well, Camp Half Blood. In the distance, there were people fighting…urghh, so undignified. Fighting should be won with tactics and cunning, you were a lot less likely to die, but, maybe winning a battle sounded cooler. Not everyone has their birth blessed by Athena. And Aphrodite. Ooh and Zeus. Ares. Hera. And Hestia, Dionysus, and Hermes. And for some odd reason, Nyx, goddess of the night.
I could see basketball going on, and strawberry fields. There was a lot of construction going on, and winged horses were flying through the air. The impertinent goat guy was dragging me through the dust, to what I assumed must be the Big House.
"….All… the gods…and goddesses… are… up… there…" He panted. I snatched my hand from him and kept walking.
"We…can get…you…claimed…straight…away…." He continued.
"We? Who are we?" I asked.
We had come to a stop. I looked up from the goat guy (A/N: I have made satyrs slightly smaller…and Azure is like supermodel height!) and saw a guy with black hair and green eyes. Next to him was a blonde, who seemed to be bugging him. Oh great. Mr and Mrs Perfect. Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase. Could the day get worse?
"Oh hi! Welcome to Camp Half Blood. I know that this is a bit strange, but you'll get used to it. I look after all new arrivals." Perfect Jackson said.
Yes it could.
"We Percy, I am more important." Started Annabeth. "Can I ask some questions?"
"Whatevs." Boring.
"Age?"
"Seventeen."
"Special powers?"
"Top of the class, raised on Olympus, I can control water and wind…."
"Water and wind? And Olympus raised? Have you been claimed?" Asked Annabeth. How irritable.
In response, I pulled some water from the sea at the end of the island. Suspending it, I let it fly like a magic carpet, over the heads of all the campers. Just for fun, I let it change colour as it went. Then, I let it come to a stop above the heads of Mr and Mrs Perfect and let it drop. Getting Annabeth and Percy Jackson wet.
"Yeah, I was Olympus raised. You won't know me. I'm the seventeen year old daughter of Poseidon. The name's Azure by the way."
Percy Jackson looked suitably annoyed. In the distance, I could see gods and goddesses flowing out of the door of the Big House, and coming towards us. Zeus was arguing with Poseidon who in turn was arguing with Ares.
The clamour of immortals was coming towards us. When they reached us, Percy turned on his father.
"Father, who's this? She says that she is your seventeen year old daughter. But I'm the oldest. I'm the child in the prophecy." Whined Percy. (A/N: Yeah Percy is a bit OOC, I know. Think mood swings.)
Poseidon looked at me for the first time.
"Azure-is that you? How's your mom? Is Hannah okay? Where is she?"
Yeah, so when I said Zeus picked me up, I mean that Zeus picked me up. Poseidon never knew about my Mum, or my life aged fourteen.
"Look, Dad, Mom died three years ago. I stayed with Megan, and her son, Everett. The son of Athena, that one." I could feel tears prickling my eyes. Mom, Megan and Everett in one sentence. I was bad luck.
Poseidon moved in for a hug. Gods, did I miss my Dad. I could smell the familiar scent of seaweed and rust and home. This was home. Dad then held me out at arm's length and looked at me.
"You are growing Azure. Soon, you'll be taller than me, so therefore I shall have to grow. Everyone, this is Azure, Lady of the West Waters." Poseidon introduced me to everyone present. I didn't like the Lady part; so maybe I was known as My Lady of The West underwater.
A young man came striding up to stand beside my Father.
"Ah, Lady Azure! It is good to see you. And how are you?" This was Lysander, my old commander and the man who was responsible for my seabed.
"Good thanks. And how are my sea beds doing?" I asked.
"Well," Lysander bowed, "If you'll come this way My Lady…"