Annabeth and Percy lead the mysterious Dru to cabin two. When they walked inside, they noticed that their wasn't even a bed for her.
"Urg." Dru groaned as she looked around the cabin. "Who ever your decorator is needs to be shot and prosecuted. Oh well." Dru sighed and waved her hand. Immediately the intimidating statue of Hera disappeared, large white windows and french double doors appeared. A large white marble bed, dresser, and desk appeared. Sheer white curtians hung over the new doors and windows, white sheets and down comfeter lay on the bed with silver dress pillows. The walls changed to a silver color and were covered in colorful paintings. On the desk a Macbook Pro, iPhone 4, and iPad 2 sat on the desk. The last thing to materialize was moderate size fountian in the corner.
"Nice." Percy mused.
"You can thank the Gods. Saves a ton of time when I move." Dru smiled.
"How'd you do that?" Annabeth asked.
"When I was born, I held power from every single God and Goddess. Over the years I've learned to control them, it's like I'm a child of all of the Gods. Attributes from each and every God and Goddess. Let me tell you, they are really useful when your in a bind." Dru smiled as she pulled the trunk Aphrodite had given her over by the marble dresser.
"Well we'll leave you to settle in." Annabeth said.
"Thanks," Dru said to Annabeth and Percy as they turned to leave. "You guys are cool, you tried to help.
"And almost got you killed." Percy blurted out as they turned to face Dru. Annabeth scowled and head slapped Percy. "Ow! Sorry!"
"Don't worry about it, I was half dead long before I got close to camp. You gotta love those damn Sanhelli."
"What's Shanhelli?" Annabeth asked.
"Not what, Who. Sanhelli warriors are a class of Myth Warriors and are the worlds oldest demon race. Deadly and damn near impossible to kill."
"You did." Percy stated.
"Yeah, I got this," Dru pulled up the remnants of her tie-dyed shirt revealing a harsh white scar in between on her seventh and eighth ribs. "I will heal... eventually."
"What - what happened?" Annabeth stared intently at the scar.
"First Sanhelli I ever met, I was six and went out hunting alone. Got ambushed managed to kill them all, but not before one of them got their hands around me. Crushed the entire right side..." Dru faded out. "Thanks anyway."
"Yeah, no problem." Percy said as he and Annabeth turned and left cabin two. Together they walked to the beach where they sat in silence, Annabeth laying in Percy's lap while he absently stroked her curly blond hair.
"What do you think it's like?" Annabeth asked suddenly.
"What's what like?"
"Dru. Being the daughter of Hera, not having a father, being raised by the Gods."
"I think it was hard, I mean she had Gods, raising her. Imagine that? Gods raising you, and they're the only family she has."
"Her scar... she said she was six. It's been close to ten years and it's- it's still there, healing" Annabeth choked, buring her head into Percy's chest.
"Shh... it's okay," Percy tried to comfort Annabeth as she cried into his shirt. "She's okay, from the sound of her she knows the risks, besides she here now. Nothing will happen at camp, Chiron won't allow it." Annabeth looked into the sea green eyes that made her heart melt and nodded.
"I guess your right."
"See, nothing to worry about." Percy smiled, his eyes gleaming perfectly against the ocean. Annabeth smiled pulling herself closer to Percy, his rhythmic heart beat soothed her as she regained her composure. They sat in blissful silence for what seemed like forever, until Percy spoke. "Come on, we got weapons in five." Percy stood and offered his hand to Annabeth, who reluctantly took it and was hoisted onto her feet. Holding tight to Percy's hand Annabeth walked to the arena with Percy. She hated how venerable she had felt all day, but she couldn't help it, she just hope she could change that.
When they reached the arena, the Athena cabin was standing by the entrance waiting. "Hey guys, why haven't you started yet?" Annabeth said.
"Keeping out of her way." One of Annabeth's siblings said, jerking their head towards the frowned, no doubt 'Her' was referring to Dru, but why wouldn't they just slipt the arena, so she asked.
"Why not just share?"
"Take a look for yourself." Annabeth nodded and she and Percy climbed into the stands and gasped.
"Holy Zeus!" Percy swore, and the sky clapped which Percy ignored. In the arena Dru was surrounded by company of monsters so dense you could barley see her blood red blouse in the swam of black. You could however see the blazing silver fire of her twin silver Khopesh swords as she slashed the monsters to dust, she occasionally called upon water, lighting, vines or some other godly power to aid her. In a matter of mere minutes the monsters numbers were reduced to zero, leaving only Dru who stood in the center of the arena without a sweat or scratch on her. Annabeth and Percy who had been joined sometime during the fight by the Athena cabin were speechless.
"Sorry for the wait, I'm still a little out of it." Dru smiled as her twin blades vanished in bright light.
"No worries, you could join us if you want." Percy, who was the first to recover from his thoughts, said.
"Wish I could, but I got a appointment to get yelled at by some Gods. Apparently,they didn't appreciate my 'stunt' this morning." Before Percy could respond Dru vanished.
The rest of the day went by quickly and uneventfully, activities continued as usual and Dru had not been seen since the incident at the arena. Percy walked to dinner with about a thousand questions running through his head.
"Annabeth, why do you think Hera wanted Dru at Camp?"
"I've been wondering the same thing, she would be just as safe on Olympus. There are few things that Camp has that Olympus does not. Demigods, Chiron, and the Oracle, if I just knew which was her reason for coming."
"Yeah, I just hope those Sanhelli's aren't out for war, we've had enough of that for a lifetime."
"Come on Seaweed Brain," Annabeth laughed and pulled Percy into the dinning pavilion. Percy pecked her on the cheek and sat down at the Poseidon table and Annabeth Athena's. Chiron stood, silencing the demigods.
"As you all are no doubt aware, today a very special person came to Camp Half-Blood. Her name is Dru, and is is a daughter of Hera who was born without a father. She will be staying for a while and I expect her to be given a warm welcome. She is a extremely important –"
"I wouldn't go that far Chiron." Dru smiled warmly as she appeared out of thin air and sat down at Hera's table.
"Yes, well dig in." Chiron said as the food was brought in. One by one the tables got up to sacrifice some food to the Gods, Dru being the last, before returning to their respective tables to to eat. Dru had only just taken her her first few bites when a very familiar silver dagger was embedded in the table.
"SERIOUSLY!" Dru cried as she stood from the table, the other demigods also stood ready to fight. Dru cursed vividly in Echanti, knowing that no one knew what she was saying or even what language she was speaking. "Show yourself coward!" She called into the shadows. Dead laughter echoed as a shadowy figure emerged from the darkness. Some of the demigods recognized the creature as one of the figures Dru fought this morning, Sanhelli.
"You think you can defeat me child?" The dead voice asked.
"Lets see, I've been killing your kind longer than ancient civilization has been around, I'm a daughter of Hera, I'm not human and I'm not a demigod. Oh and I'm the Preliator."
"Even you Preliator cannot defeat us."
"I'm pretty sure that's exactly what it means, but what do I know with my five thousand years of knowledge and training."
"You cannot defeat me." The voice repeated.
"Yeah, sure." Dru scuffed. "However, by 'me' you do mean you and your two goons that are trying to surround us. Percy, please turn ninety degrees to you left, throw your sword at a fourty-five degree angle with a velocity of sixty meters per second."
Percy nodded wearly but did as Dru had instructed and was rewarded with a painful howel as two Sanhelli emerged from the shadows and quickly turned to dust. "Sorry Villis, that's two down and one to go."
"You'll pay for that Preliator."
"What?" Dru innocently batted her eyelashes. "Killing your men or using name, but seriously Villis what kind of name is Villis?"
"What kind of name is Drusilla for a Greek?"
"It's Strong. As in strong enough to kick your ass." Dru conjured her twin Khopesh swords and in one swift move stabbed Villis in the heart, ripping it to shreds.
"And I'm not Greek." She hissed, raising her Khopesh Dru swung, beheading Villis causing him to vanish in black smoke. "If only that was enough to kill you."
Dru turned back to the stunned campers. "I suggest you re-enforced your borders, Sanhelli have their own magic if smart enough they can manipulate the barriers to pass through." She announced in a commanding voice.
"You just slew their leader, they would not attack again." Annabeth argued.
"I didn't kill Villis, I can't, not here anyway. I only sent him back to Al' Sharon. If I'm lucky he'll stay there."
"And if your not?" A camper from Ares cabin asked.
"Then they'll try again tonight, and won't be so sloppy."
"That was sloppy?" Another camper asked.
"Yes, next time there will be hundreds if not thousands of the most elite Sanhelli warriors. They'll come when I least expect them, they may not be able to kill me but they can however break me to the point where I will vanish from this dimension. Even the Gods won't be able to help if I cross over. No one can." Dru said solemnly, yanking the silver knife from the table Dru left the dining pavilion.
The name Drusilla is Biblical Latin and Ancient Roman meaning 'Strong'.