Lydia Powell

For an Athena kid, I felt EXTREMLY slow right now. I honestly don't see why I didn't notice this earlier. I sure did notice, (more like feel), something else though.

Not that I'm complaining.

I'm seriously NOT complaining about feelings his boner. As I stared at the ceiling, that seemed to be all that I could think about. And the fact that I was straddling him. And that fact that I was getting off from feeling his boner. And the fact that he'd made burgers, just for me. I smiled and sunk under the covers. What I needed to be thinking about was how Leo was going to tie into my prophecy. I prayed to my mom for guidance and slowly drifted off to sleep, thinking about the last hour.

I bolted up in my head, slamming my head against the top bunk. I yelled in pain. The pain slowly subsided and the thoughts of last night came back. I heard screaming from outside and threw on some random clothes from the floor. I burst through the door and my jaw dropped.

"T- the bronze dragon," I stammered.

"Nooooo, it's your mom, idiot," Drew said, sneering.

The sky rumbled and thundered right above us and Drew screamed as a bolt of lighting struck right next to her. "I suggest you not talk about my mom that way you σκύλα." Drew hissed at me and yelped again, gawking at the frayed ends of her hair. "You'll pay for this Lydia," she cursed.

I smiled up to the sky and moved my attention back to the bronze dragon. There was a boy sitting on the dragon, smiling down at everyone. His eyes seemed to catch mine and his expression dampened. I put everything together and realized that this was what he was really doing in the forest last night. He was fixing the dragon and this was his transportation for the quest. Sadness washed over me, along with anger. He'd just been here for one day and now he was about to be gone. It's not like I didn't know this already, I was at the campfire, but still.

Callie appeared next to me, smiling up at the dragon.

"That's really something huh," she said squinting.

"Yeah, Leo actually tamed the dragon."

"Not the dragon, the sun! It feels great on my skin."

The air around us got hotter and hotter until I noticed that Callie was actually doing it. She had the power of photokinesis. My body began to sweat and the light that had suddenly gotten brighter was searing my eyes. "I'd appreciate it if you would stop that," I said blinking.

Once everyone was aboard the dragon, it began flapping its wings and rose into the air. Leo offered a small wave to me, but I didn't return it. Instead, I stomped off towards the showers.

In the shower I cried, like a wuss.

I snatched a towel off the rack and wiped my eyes and face and stepped out. After I got ready I ate breakfast. I think that was really when I hit rock bottom. It was really the snickering and pointing that got me. Enough was enough when drew walked past me, PURPOSLY spilling her orange juice on me.

"Oops, sorry. Well," she leaned in, sniffing, "at least you smell better now."

Her siblings laughed behind her. I was used to this; getting treated like nothing by mean girls. But on a good day, I would've let it slide and ignored her. But today was not a good day, and I couldn't ignore her. As she sauntered away, my knife began to float in the air above me. My cabinmates all ceased their laughter and talking and stared. The knife launched itself with impressive speed that even the Annabeth would be impressed, and I'm horrible with knife. The knife made a sharp whistle through the air and lodged itself in Drew's shirt, pinning her to one of the pavilion's columns. The girls around her yelled in horror as Drew screamed.

I walked towards her and yanked the knife free, twirling it in my hand.

Drew fell to the floor, looking up at me with scared eyes. "You are CRAZY!"

Callie rushed forward, grabbing my arm, and giving Drew a once over. She drug me from the mess hall, away from earshot, and began yelling at me in a sorta hushed tone. "Are you CRAZY? You could've killed her! KILLED her Lydia! What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing, besides, no one would've missed her anyway," I snorted.

Callie smacked my hand away from the knife that I was now admiring lovingly. "Something really is wrong with you. You're acting different. Like really, different. C'mon," she said, dragging me even harder. We walked all the way down the hill and into the forest. Cal lead me to a nice clearing in the forest and sat me down on a flat stump. She pulled her bow and a couple arrows from her back and aimed it dead in the middle of my forehead. I stared down the arrow, and rolled my eyes. Cal readied herself, and said, "Explain." Cal was usually a nice, bubbly person, always smiling, and never said a mean thing. Right now, as she aimed a deadly arrow at me, her voice was low and sinister, here eyes darker and narrowed. I had to admit, it was a little intimidating. But not intimidating enough for me to crack. The arrow bent slowly and snapped in half. She gasped and picked up the broken arrow. She threw her bow on the ground and stared at me. I stared back. She stared at me. I coughed and sat back against a tree trunk. I could sit here all day, and I wouldn't budge. Cal's eyes began to glow and light engulfed me. It burned my eyes and my skin and I screamed in pain. She forced the sun to bear down even more on me and through clenched teeth she said, "Explain, NOW!"

I gave in and started telling her about everything that happened last night. Then I told her to sit down and I told her that he was the surprise my mom was talking about. "Leo has something to do with my destiny. I know it. But I don't know how yet." I sheathed and unsheathed my sword. "Am I the only person you told," she asked. "No, I told Annabeth before she left." "Mmmm. Interesting."