Chapter 5
Mike
Delphinia's POV

After dinner there was a campfire. I sat with Mike, we were a couple of places away from the twins and we were roasting some marshmallows. I think the twins enjoying themselves, when I glanced over at them Storm was laughing with a marshmallow balanced on her face.

"Those two look like they are enjoying themselves!" Mike said as if he had read my mind

"Yeah I guess," I said absently, looking over to them. "have you ever met Apollo?" I asked, he had said he was claimed but that didn't necessarily mean he had actually met Apollo

"No, I haven't met him but my mum says I look just like him." He said smiling slightly

"Even though he is god of poetry dad says that he is rubbish at haiku!" I said laughing.

We sat I silence for a bit and I was just thinking about how I would feel if I had never met my dad when Mike asked, "have you met any of the gods?"

"No, I didn't even know that I had a grandparent in the Big Three until yesterday, I thought I was just smart and was really good at swimming." I said

He said nothing and after about 10 minutes he got up and left saying "Come with me,"

'Okay, this is a bit weird' I thought but got up and followed him.

We were nearing the cabins when he asked "Can I see the Poseidon cabin?"

"Yeah, okay but Tyson might be in there and my stuff is all over the place!"

"That's fine by me! I always think that you can work out someone's personality by how they are in their personal space." He said, making me feel self-conscious.

We reached the cabin and by the looks of things Tyson had either left or was somewhere with dad. "The wonders of the Poseidon cabin are here, enter if you dare" I said dramatically. We went inside and to my surprise it looked like Tyson had cleared u all of my mess and put it in one of the wardrobes. "oh," I said in surprise.

"I thought you said it was going to be a mess?" he asked

"I guess Tyson cleaned up for me because it definitely wasn't dad! He is as bad as me at keeping things tidy" no one said anything for a bit.

"Do you want to see the Apollo cabin?" he asked, breaking the silence.

"Yeah, ok, lead the way," I said and we left my cabin.

"There is quite a bit of mess in the Apollo cabin usually so do excuse the mess." He said as we neared his cabin. "it's also a little bit bigger I think" he said smiling.

As we got to the Apollo cabin I said "'A bit' is a bit of an understatement, you could fit at least one and three quarters of the Poseidon cabin in there."

"Well there are a lot more sons and daughters of Apollo than of Poseidon." He said

We went inside and there were a couple of people there but not very many, but those that were looked at me weirdly. "This is the fabulous wonders f the Apollo cabin," he said in a dramatic voice that mocked mine. I looked around and if you didn't know that all of the people that live there were daughters and sons of Apollo then you would think they were serious archery geeks, they had about 20 longbows and 20 short bows all lined up against one wall and there was a few paintings of golden suns and there was a big white board at the back that I guess was for writing poetry and music on if you had had a burst of inspiration. "do you like the cabin then?" he said, breaking my focus.

"Yeah it's really cool; the only cool thing about the Poseidon cabin is the fact that you can see the sea and Athens from it," I said. I yawned and looked at my watch wondering whether I should be back there now and noticed it was about 11pm. "I should be going back there really because I'm so tired from last night, sorry, I'll... see you in the morning..." I said trailing off.

I was about to turn and go when he closed the distance between us in one stride and kissed me lightly on the top of my head. "Bye," he said quietly, "see you at breakfast,"

"Bye!" I said, suddenly not wanting to leave but I managed to force myself to move so that I wouldn't look like an utter moron. I jogged back to the cabin feeling quite pleased with myself and grinning like a lunatic.

"what are you so happy about?" a voice behind me asked, surprising me.

"Storm, could you please not make me jump when I'm in such a good mood?" I said, annoyed "and I'm in an excellent mood because I just saw Mike and he kissed me!" I said happily.

"WHERE?" she almost shouted

"I was just about to go and he kissed me lightly on the top of my head!"

"Oh My Gods!" she squealed, "wait 'till Sky finds out! She will kill you!" she said cheerily.

"Why?" I asked

"Because she would have been all over him if she had been outside, he is so hot! But thinking about it you might be alright 'cus ever since archery she hasn't even mentioned any guy, not from Crete and not from here, she's just been going on and on about how much she likes archery."

We went our separate ways to our cabins. I went inside and like the freak I am, jumped up and down like a bunny. I must have been doing it for about 5 minutes when I stopped, tired out and looking down at the floor where I had been jumping I saw a small crack in the wooden floor, "oops!" I said, "I guess I made a tiny earthquake the size of a pea!" giggling I went to the bathroom and put my new orange camp tee on and my PJ shorts and as soon as I was snuggled in bed I fell asleep.

I dreamed of Mike, but it was a confusing dream. In it, we were in archery and instead of getting bulls eyes like he had earlier he kept missing, hitting the trees, some of them died. The dream changed to him in his cabin and he was concentrating really hard on something. I think he was writing something but the dream was blurry and indistinct. Once again, the dream changed. This time he was standing on his own outside his cabin, aiming an arrow through the open window of the Poseidon cabin. It changed again and it was of me waking up with the light from the east window streaming into the room, the light blinded me and everything went white, I woke up then to find the sunlight beaming into my eyes. I lay there for a while and then when I sat up I saw that on the floor was an arrow with something attached to it. It was a poem:

The more I see you,

The more I think about you,

Choices running wild

I read it once, then again.