It's the first day of seventh grade!
Just to apologize, I might not update every day. The homework given is astonishingly massive (I am not joking about this).
In any way, I hope you enjoy this chapter!
After the Second Prophecy
Chapter Eight: Out of Control
Reyna sprawled under the stars. Thank the gods (apart from Apollo) the sing-along was over.
Reyna wore a ratty old tank top and shorts. She didn't bother to spread a blanket under her, and didn't really mind the grass stains. Based on some of the disgusted faces the Aphrodite cabin made once she strolled out into the grass and lay down, they wouldn't mind if the shirt got a little more dirty.
The stars were like flecks of glitter strewn into the night sky. Gorgeous. She could see Ursa Major, Orion the Hunter, the Scorpion, and a girl racing across the night skies with a bow in her fist. Zoe Nightshade, the huntress who died in the name of Artemis.
Reyna clung to the blanket on top of her. It smelled like wood smoke, sharp but somewhat pleasant.
Under the night skies, she slept.
The next morning...
After a breakfast of whole wheat toast drizzled with honey (natural honey definitely beats the watery stuff you find in convenience stores), Reyna was ready to kick some monsters in the butt.
Soon, Reyna found herself in the amphitheater, pulverizing a dummy. Bits of straw, Styrofoam peanuts and (for some reason) a thermometer that read: Don't let the sickness get to your goat! (This phrase was actually mentioned in Percy Jackson and the Olympians. I might not get the phrasing right, but the statement was relatively the same) poured out of the dummy's chest as Reyna stabbed it with her dagger.
"Nice," Jason grunted as he parried a blow from his dummy. After a few expert strokes, the dummy's head clunked onto the dusty ground.
"They're all pretty sweet," Percy drawled lazily. "But unfortunately, your styles aren't as good as mine,"
Reyna glanced at Percy.
Percy was nibbling at a hangnail on his left hand while fighting with his right hand. Riptide gleamed in the lazy morning sun. The dummy was trying its best to hack Percy into pieces, but failed miserably. Fortunately, Annabeth was in the Athena cabin deciding the wallpaper for the Temple of Jupiter which she was designing. If Annabeth was there... Everyone knew Annabeth hated show-offs, and since Percy was her boyfriend, she would without a doubt double the punishments.
"Dude, why don't you spare that dummy of yours some shame and just crack its head open?" Jason asked, leaning on his sword.
Reyna closed her eyes tightly. Gods, why did Jason just have to look so gorgeous, even when he was sweating like crazy?
When Reyna opened her eyes again, Percy was twirling around his dummy like a ballet dancer. When Leo and Calypso began to leave, Percy pirouetted and sliced the dummy neatly into halves while doing a backflip in the air.
His skills ("Percy! Stop showing off!" Annabeth snapped, storming forward and bonking his head with a roll of blueprints before giving him a quick kiss) had gathered a crowd. The demigods applauded and drifted away.
7:00 PM, Capture the Flag
It was Greeks VS Romans.
Since Camp Jupiter had less pure half-bloods, the direct children of the gods, Chiron made sure the Greeks wouldn't set any traps, though the Romans were allowed to. Unfortunately, the Greeks (especially the Hephaestus Cabin) looked ready to bash some Roman heads in.
Reyna made sure the catapults were manned and ready. Even though the Greeks weren't ready to admit it, a couple of them admitted the Roman traps were pretty ingenious. Trip wires a nanometer (ten nanometers are about as thick as a strand of your hair) thin that would tip jars of centaur blood on your head? Pits filled with spikes that (unfortunately) weren't lethal but would hurt wore than the Fields of Punishments?
When Chiron blew the horn, Reyna led the charge. The two phalanxes crashed together, sending explosions of sparks and screams, both in defiance and in pain.
Reyna cleaved past two Ares campers who missed her by centimeters but ended up wounding each other instead. She swept her javelin and knocked three Demeter campers down, causing the snaking roots of poison ivy to shrivel in surprise.
The plan was simple: Reyna would lead the charge. When the Twelfth Legion held the Greeks off, Reyna and a few others would try their best to find the flag.
Reyna snuck along a brush, eyes scanning for the bright orange flag with the Camp Half-Blood logo on it. The undergrowth soon cleared into the cabins, silent under the stars. There it is: right on top of the Poop Pile... I mean Zeus's Fist. Seriously, the Poop Pile seemed more of a suitable name.
Reyna crawled forward hesitantly. Her eyes scanned the surroundings. Were there any traps? Nothing.
Reyna climbed the Poop Pile, grateful for the jutting stones that made excellent footholds. She grabbed the flag and proceeded slowly down.
It was little Harley, the eight year old Hephaestus camper that ruined everything. While coming down, Reyna heard a squeak of excitement. Immediately, Reyna knew that the Greeks weren't hiding in the undergrowth. They were hiding behind the Poop Pile, the only place Reyna could not see.
Seven Greeks, including Harley emerged. Dragged down by the massive flag, Reyna could barely draw her dagger.
As the Greeks charged, Reyna used her javelin to sweep three of them down, who tumbled onto the ground with yelps of surprise. She intercepted a camper with a brutish face with her dagger and deftly knocked Harley out (though she barely caused a bruise.). A fellow Hephaestus camper made a grab for Harley, leaving two of the biggest, meanest campers for her to fight.
Reyna yelled. She tackled the biggest of the bunch, bashing his head onto the ground. When she was yanked back, Reyna flipped over expertly, wriggling out of his fist like an eel. She tripped him. In the process, her javelin had rolled out of her grip. As she placed the dagger on his throat (not to actually kill him but just to scare him).
Sure enough, they were still on the top of Zeus's fist.
The camper lashed out on her stomach. Reyna gasped as the breath was driven from her lungs. Her nerveless fingers released her dagger.
Now, she was facing a camper thrice as big as her and five times as strong.
Reyna yelled again. The camper yelled back.
How comical they must look! A lady barbarian and a male barbarian yelling at each other, silhouetted by the moon.
Reyna tacked the camper, catching him off guard again.
Reyna snuck a glance at the other campers. Most of them were groaning on the grass. They had fallen in such an angle they received nothing but bruises and scrapes. If someone were to fall head first...
Throw him off.
Oh no... Reyna thought desperately.
Suddenly, Reyna's hand loosened. With a flailing cry, the camper fell down, head first onto the grass. There was an awful snap.
"You killed him!"
Reyna didn't know who had said it.
Her hands... they weren't hers.
They were the voice's.
I hope you enjoy my little cliff-hanger.
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