Adrian was still clueless about all of this Prophecy stuff. It was all just too confusing for a simple brain like his to figure. Adrian collapsed onto one of the only five beds of cabin 16. He was exhausted. He had to fight not one, but two groups of ugly beasts in one day. And the burden of that weird prophecy was just too much of a burden. Sleep. He needs sleep. He sank into his nice, soft bed, ready to drift off to a pleasant nap-
"Oi!" A loud crash jolted him from his drowsiness. He opened his eyes blearily and sat up in a flash to reach for his duel swords on the floor next to him. Then he relaxed. Oh, right. Camp Half-Blood. This is a camper. He smiled embarrassingly at the person who spoken.
"Who are you?" the camper spoke in a fairly harsh tone, "Are you the new kid?"
Adrian nodded, shrugging inwardly, "So, uh, are you a child of Nemesis too?" He almost kicked himself. Of course she was, stupid!
"I was the only child of Nemesis - well, until you came along. I'm Alli, by the way."
"Adrian."
"Well, you should know the rule of this cabin."
"There are no rules."
"There is now. Anyways, one. If you get up early, wake me up and I'll kill you. Two, try your best not to disturb me in anyway. Pleased to be your acquaintance, Adrian."
"Likewise," Adrian grimaced. He hates lying, but this was a necessity. "Oh, and don't be worried if I don't come back some nights. I sometimes stay in Ares' Cabin as well."
"Why would you-" Alli's eyes hardened, which made the godling flinch, "Oh. You're one of them. Man, I'm so sick of you people. Whatever, I'm out." And with that, Alli stormed away.
Adrian decided he hated her. I mean, who judges people by what others have done? Nobody here even knows me. I'm sure they'll like me fine. But it left him wondering why people at Camp Half-Blood could possibly hate this new generation of godlings.
Adrian slowly got up, forgetting about his nap. He needed to see the others. Now.
He hastily got up and changed out of his dirty clothes, put on some clean ones and slipped his swords back into their sheaths. He ran out of the cabin, trying to find the one person who would probably make sense to all this.
"Lys! Rosie!" He shouted as soon as he reached the sword practicing area. Both heads hastily turned around, smiled and gestured for Adrian to come join them. They were assessing the demigods on their sword combat skills.
"Guys! Why don't people appreciate 'Minor gods' anymore?"
"Whoa- what are you on about?" replied Rosamynd.
"I don't understand" He said furiously, shaking his head, "My new 'roomie' - Alex or something- she hates me! And only because i'm 'one of those people, you know, those who have two godly parents."
Adrian and Rosamynd both turned to look expectantly at Lysandra, hoping for an explanation. She shook her hair, huffed, then began.
"See, the thing is people worship two kinds of people- the gods, most importantly, and the demigods. Some people think the demigods are more powerful, even, since of a guy named 'Percy Jackson'- he refused to be immortal because of his undying love for his demigod girlfriend, Annabeth Chase. They always forget about our generation. Us minor godlings never are mentioned!" Adrian could see claws starting to rise out of Lysandra's hands. He knew what this meant- rage mode. " And ever since, they kinda resented us, because we have potential power that they don't, which causes them to think that we think they are inferior - the gods are ashamed of us, and the demigods are jealous."
Lysandra turned towards them, and Rosamynd put a hand on her shoulder.
"Hey- it's alright. Adrian? You fine?"
"Yeah. Maybe." He whispered quietly. The godlings stayed silent for a long time.
"Wow," Adrian let out a long whistle, leaning back against the stands, "And to think I was gonna have a blast here - And the prophecy... What will they think of all this?"
Lysandra stared at the flickering bonfire a not too far away from them, "We are the new freaks. We will never belong. But they must be safe. I have no choice."
"Then I'll stay too," Rosamynd piped up firmly, "I'll prove them wrong."
They both turned to Adrian. He frowned, and faked a yawn, "I think I'm gonna crash for the night. This brain is running out of juice."
"Don't you mean ran out of juice?" Rosamynd smirked.
"Yeah, whatever." Adrian walked away, leaving two bewildered girls staring slack-jawed at him.
Adrian jogged off back to his cabin, secretly hoping Alli wasn't there. But of course, she was.
Without a word, Adrian silently slipped into his bed. I can trust them, right? But all through the night, Adrian slept with a small dagger in his hand, only dozing off lightly, constantly on guard.
Someone was constantly tapping him on his shoulder, the voice was blurry but it sounded like someone was shouting in his ear.
"Adrian! Wake up," The voice shouted. He suddenly felt hands on his shoulders, shaking him roughly.
"Wake up," The voice grew louder and more impatient. Adrian groaned and mumbled incoherently, turning away from the voice. There was suddenly a huge rush of icy sensations. It felt like a wave of raindrops was piercing his face.
"GAH!" Adrian jerked awake, almost cutting himself in the process. He quickly dropped his dagger beside him, and shook his head free of bleariness. He glared at the intruder, who turned out to be - surprise- Alli with Rosamynd standing in the corner, with a slightly alarmed expression on her face.
"Get up," She snarled and tossed another bucket of water on him, "Time for breakfast, a 'mighty' godling like you will need your strength."
Great. Usually, Adrian would have been thrilled for a meal at the famed celestial bronze dishes at the Camp Half-Blood dining hall, but everything else that was going on lately just about killed his mood.
He reluctantly sat up and shooed the girls away as he showered and changed. When he emerged from the cabin, he realized Alli had already left. Good.
"Well, uh, wheres Lys?" Adrian asked casually, feeling guilty about his small tantrum last night.
"Shes gone down to breakfast already," Rosamynd explained, offering a sad smile at him, "I'm the only one in my cabin, so I figured I'd wait for you."
"Wow lucky, you don't have a awful roommate like Alli," He rolled his eyes.
"Don't say that. You two barely know each other," Rosamynd desperately tried to play peacemaker between the feuding children of Nemesis.
"I know enough to wish I don't know her," Adrian countered, keeping his eyes on the cobblestoned pathways.
Breakfast sort of brightened up Adrian's mood, eating all those pancakes made him happy again. During breakfast most demigods eyed them suspiciously and curiously. Whatever they were doing, they were staring at the godlings. Adrian tried to ignore them, but it was kinda - impossible.
Alli was barely present - she was finishing her food when they came in. He had the whole table to himself, which was really just ten seats, although it seemed like it was much bigger. After an amazing breakfast he met up with Lysandra and Rosamynd outside the dining hall.
"Hey Adrian! How'd you sleep?" Lys asked, looking down not meeting anyone's eyes.
"Horribly, I really thought Alli was going to murder me in the middle of the night," Adrian sighed, "I hate this."
"Yeah," Rosamynd agreed solemnly.
"You know what? I'm sick and tired of this!" Lysandra exclaimed, "They have no right to treat us like this. Besides, we have more pressing issues to worry about. Like the prophecy, for example. In fact, we should talk about all this to someone. Who- Chiron? Mr. D"
"Mr. D?" asked Adrian.
"Let's head over there right now, we've got to solve this prophecy and figure what it means, it mentioned godlings so it could referring to anyone."
"Like a mystery!"
"Sure..." Lysandra replied.
They headed over to the Big House, and the whole camp was silent as they walked. Demigods staring at them, whispering silently to each godlings looked down as they walked towards the Big House, their footsteps seemingly echoing against the stone path.
They quickened their pace. By the time they reached the office, they were practically running. They swiftly entered the office, and peered in a digustingly fascinated manner.
"Ah, Andrew Belfield. I was wondering when you and your godling friends would stop by."