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Sunday night, 10:00 PM
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Darkness consumed in the small Hermes cabin as the minutes passed by like hours. I stared at the ceiling, waiting for the right time to strike. I took a deep breath and listened. The usual; quiet breaths and soft snoring. Everyone was asleep. I sat up and tossed the blanket off of me. I hadn't changed out of my camp T-shirt and jeans. What was the point? By stopping to get dressed, I would just wake the other campers and waste time.
I reached behind me and grabbed my jacket, which was draped over the headboard. I shrugged it on.
I rolled off of my top bunk and skillfully landed on the balls of my feet, making barely any noise. I was an expert at this, after all. I looked around swiftly, just to make sure that no one had awoken. Once I made sure, I sneaked out of the door and headed for the woods.
I ran from cabin to cabin, as I always did, for this was the easiest and fastest way. As I neared the last cabin, the Demeter cabin, I spotted something I would have hoped I would never see when I was trying to sneak out of the camp.
Dionysus.
As much as I tried not to, I let out a gasp of surprise.
He heard me.
Mr. D turned in my direction and grinned mischievously. "Amy, is that you?"
There was no question in his voice.
I stepped out from behind the cabin and said quietly, "It's Alli."
"Yes, yes," Mr. D muttered. "Well, Ava, might I ask why you are out of your cabin at this late hour?"
I wanted to say something smart, then make a break for the border—Dionysus couldn't leave camp, right?--but something told me that he would stop me before I could leave. Besides, I still had to get the stuff from my hidey-hole in the woods.
So I said the only excuse I could think of.
"I had to use the restroom."
Mr. D looked surprised for a moment, as if he had expected me to break down immediately and tell him that I was trying to run away. He regained his composure quickly and looked me in the eyes. His eyes glowed bright purple and they filled my mind with visions almost as bad as my dreams.
I gritted my teeth and stared straight back, letting him know that, just because he was a god and had shiny violet eyes, didn't mean I was going to give in. I know it was stupid to fight a god's power, but, hey, maybe I was stupid.
Seeing that this wasn't working, he looked away and his eyes went back to normal. "Look, Alia, I know that you want to leave..."
Duh! I yelled at him mentally.
"and I heard that, but, before you leave, I want to ask you something. Remember... oh, what was his name... Joseph Lamb, was it not?"
I nodded.
"Remember how mysteriously disappeared?"
I paled. Two years ago, Joseph had come here for his first summer. Three weeks after his arrival, he just vanished, left cam, never to be seen again.
"We—Chiron and I-- know what happened to him. He ran away from camp, just as you are about to, and he was killed almost instantly. The first time he was attacked, and it was one of the easy monsters, a mere Chimera."
"H-how do you know?" I was mad at Mr. D for trying scare me, and even angrier at myself for letting him.
"I'm a god, hero. I know all."
"I have been in training longer. I know more than he did." I said.
"True, but do you really think you can survive out there on your own, Allison?"
I didn't even register the fact that he got my name right, I was so distracted by my own thoughts. I couldn't think of an answer to that question.
All I want to do is find the boy...
"The boy?" Mr. D asked.
"Get out of my head, will you?!" I screamed.
He narrowed his eyes at me, but then he seemed to relax. He shut his eyes. "Miss Smith, I suggest that you leave if you are going to before I am forced to send you back to your cabin and give you bathroom duty for a month for trying to leave camp without permission."
"It's Swift!" I yelled behind me as I ran for the woods. I was surprised I hadn't woken up the whole camp, I had been yelling so much.
I grabbed the bag I had put all of my special items in, like the woolen blanket and my first sword, a few changes of clothing, one hundred dollars in American money, some ambrosia and nectar, some crackers and peanuts, and as much water as I could carry. I had taken almost everything from the camp store. When you live with children of Hermes for six years, you learn a lot.
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SF: Jayjay is an idiot.
JJ: Yeah, I am.
SF: Okay, Sorry, A. Thorn. And sorry, Drishti Cloudhury. Jayjay, like, totally gave A. Thorn credit for what you guessed.
JJ: It was an accident... Jeez
SF: And we haven't updated in... forever.
JJ: I type this while she (SF) is on the phone with me and my mom and brother have been hogging the computer. Now I have my own computer (Yay me!) so I can update whenever I feel like it. Be expecting more updates soon! =)
