Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson, Camp Half-Blood, Coke, the Greek gods, Travis, Connor, or- let's just say I own nothing, okay?
Luckily, we managed to creep back to Camp Half-Blood without being noticed. After saying a quick good-bye, we split up. I went into the Hermes cabin, the cabin I'd been in for three years now. I know I've said this before, but it was strange seeing Travis and Connor as the cabin heads after getting so used to Luke.
Well, anyway, the Hermes cabin was, in a nutshell, a mess. People were everywhere, shouting and playing loud music. Travis and Connor were right with them, even though it was about nine o'clock at night. Yeah, we weren't very strict about lights out. It was so crazy that no one noticed that I had entered. That was good. "What are you guys doing in here? Throwing a party?" Standing in the doorway was Lee Fletcher, head of the Apollo cabin.
"Funny you should say that. Remember when the Apollo's threw a party and half of the country had a blackout for a week?" I said, laughing. Lee's face flushed.
"Well, could you quiet down? We in the Apollo cabin are trying to sleep." Travis shrugged.
"Maybe." That was rule number one of being Travis- never give a relatively helpful answer. That gets really frustrating.
The next day, no one mentioned the sudden satyr thing that happened last night. It was odd, really. All that people talked about was how mad they were about the capture the flag game being canceled. So what did I do? I talked to Jenna. She was standing outside of the Apollo cabin, strumming a song that sounded like it was from the 60's. (Yes, I can tell just by hearing Jenna play it on the guitar. Don't judge me.) "Hey Jen-Jen, what you playing?" Jenna jumped. I laughed. She had a tendency to do that.
"My Girl by the Temptations." Exactly.
"C'mon," I said, pulling her arm. I half-dragged her to Thalia's tree. Why? I have no idea.
"So, how'd your little expedition go last night?"
"You knew about that?" I practically shouted.
"Uh- yeah," Jenna said slowly, trying not to laugh. "I've known you since I've came here, Solly-" I punched her on the arm. I hated being called Solly. "Do ya' think that I would know if you and Poker-"
"Speaking of Poker, she's-" Jenna ignored me. I sighed, knowing what that meant.
"Were sneaking off, doing something you weren't supposed to- Poker!!" I shrugged.
"Hey, I tried to warn you," I said, though I doubt Jenna heard me over Poker's fake tone-deaf singing. Without warning, she threw her hand in her pocket and pulled out a miniature trumpet. She blew it straight into Poker's ear. Remember, children- Never bug Jenna, or else feel the wrath of the mini trumpet!
"Hey-uh, Jenna, do you remember the little, um...?"
"Massive satyr death?" Poker suggested.
"Yeah, what she said." Jenna gave me a blank look.
"What do you mean? Nothing happened last night," Jenna said. Poker and I exchanged confused looks. "Except, you know, you're little-"
"Will you stop talking about that? You'll get us in trouble."
"Solitaire? Trouble? Never." The three of us turned around. Standing there was Travis Stoll, leaning against a tree, drinking a can of Coke. Hm, that was odd. He'd finished all of his "secret" stash yesterday.
"You? Trouble? Always," I said. That was me, always reversing things.
"Solly?" Poker said, slowly, her eyes fixed on something ahead of her. I looked. Squinting, I saw a faint spot on the horizon. Barely. We took a step closer, except for Travis, who shrugged and turned around.
"Is that-" I started, but Jenna had already run off in the direction of the thing. We both followed.
Once we got closer, I saw that it was a girl. A young one, with long blond hair that fell over her colorful shirt. She lay on the ground, staring at us with wide, gray eyes. Jenna knelt down next to her. "Are you okay?" she asked. The little girl just stared at her.
"E-Elysium?" she asked in a faint voice. The word sounded familiar, but I couldn't think of why. Jenna reached into the small bag that always hung on her waist and pulled out the mini trumpet.
"What are you going to do- blow her ear out? What did the poor little girl do to you?" Poker asked. Jenna did a quick blow into Poker's ear and then put her hand back in her bag. This time she clutched a bag of ambrosia in her hand.
"Wait- how do we know she's a half-blood?" I asked. Jenna shot me a weird look.
"She got past the border." Oh. That explained a lot.
Jenna placed a square of ambrosia in the girl's mouth. "Take her to the infirmary," Poker instructed.
"Really? I was going to throw her off the climbing wall," Jenna replied with sarcasm.
"You were?" Poker, obviously, wasn't very good at recognizing sarcasm. Jenna gave her an odd look. "Oh. Sarcasm. Right." Jenna and I lifted up the girl and carried her down the hill between us. When we reached the infirmary, we saw an Apollo girl leaning against a railing.
"Oh Hades," she whispered seeing us. "What'd you do, Solly?"
'How come every time someone gets hurt you blame me?"
"Because it's almost always your fault." Oh. Couldn't argue with that one.
About thirty minutes later the girl was laying on a cot in the infirmary, her bright blood-spattered clothing replaced with a Camp Half-Blood shirt that practically reached her knees. "Her injuries aren't very severe," the Apollo girl-whose name was Elaine, by the way- told us while she wrapped a bandage around her knee. "But she's been running from who knows what for a long time."
"Thanks," I said.
"Why? You know her? Is she your cousin or something?" I left without answering. Honestly, why would someone think that I was related to her? We looked nothing alike. Then again, people didn't really know that much about me… oh well. I didn't really care either way. I did, however, care about the girl, even though I'd never met her.
Outside of the infirmary I saw Jenna sitting on the grass, reading a book. "What you reading?" I asked.
"A book. About minor gods," answered Jenna, putting down the book. "Though it's quite hard to read when every time the word god comes up I see the word dog."
Ditto.
*Looks at publish date* Oh wow, that took a long time.