A/N: Hi guys!I know I said i wanted ten reviews, but i felt like updating anyways! Who cares right? Well, actually, i am a little bummed out that i didn't even get half of what I asked for. .. oh well!
I have to say one thing: it's Jeffery not Jeremy people! A couple people have said Jeremy, so i thought i s should clear that up.
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Daisies had always been Batty's favourite. Ever since she had seen their pretty, clean white petals, and deep yellow center. Actually, it was the name that sold it to her. Daaiiizzzzeeeees. Said slowly, it coaxed a smile onto her face, and made her shiver with happiness. It just had that affect on her.
That was why she always made her flower crowns out of daisies.
"Here's another one," Batty said, handing it to Juniper. They were sitting just at the edge of the woods, so that they could see the whole camp. It was free time, just before supper, and to fill the gap and distract her aching tummy, Batty had naturally decided to make crowns. Well, to watch Juniper make them. Her arm was still in a sling. It felt like it had been on forever. Almost a whole twenty four hours.
"So, as I was saying," Juniper said, continuing to make the crown. "Grover is the one who found Pan, and freed his spirit, and-"
"Does the goat man have horns?" Batty asked. She had heard much about him from Juniper, but she had never elaborated on the state of his (potential) horns.
Juniper sighed. "How many times have I told you Batty? It's Grover, not Goat Man, and yes, he does have horns." She shook her head, and muttered. "At least you don't mistake him for a donkey, like Percy."
Batty raised her head at the sound of her brother's name. Juniper smiled at her sympathetically. "You'll meet him soon, I promise."
Batty wasn't sure. Again. She wanted to meet her brother. She knew so much about him already. She knew that he had sea green eyes (Annabeth), that he was a remarkable hero (Chiron) and that he was simply awesome (Connor). She knew that he was a great guy (Jeffery) that he was a smart fighter (Travis) and that he was a complete idiot (also Annabeth). Hearing all these things, she really wanted to meet him. But, she was also afraid that he wouldn't like her. She couldn't imagine what it would be like to have a sibling that didn't like her. Mostly because she didn't have to. Skye had made it perfectctly clear that she didn't like Batty. But Batty thought it would be awful to have a brother that didn't like you, especially one so powerful and heroic.
"Hey guys," a voice said. Batty looked up and saw Jane standing over them. She plopped down on the grass, and peered at the band of stems and flowers in Juniper's hands. "How's your arm Batty?" Jane asked her. Batty shrugged, which hurt. Any movement hurt. Pretty much.
"What are you writing," Batty asked pointing with her good hand to the purple notebook in Jane's hand.
"Nothing yet," Jane sighed, clearly discouraged at her lack of exciting plot and character ideas. "All I come up with is either horrendously boring, deeply unsatisfying, or both."
"Why don't you write about unicorns?" Batty asked, for she loved unicorns.
"I already did, remember?" Jane replied. "Sabrina Starr Rescues A Unicorn."
"But you don't want to write about Sabrina Starr, do you?" Juniper said. Jane glanced at her suspiciously, a "how did you know?" dying on her lips. "Batty told me," Juniper said, answering her unasked question.
"Phew," Jane said, pretending to wipe sweat away from her brow. "For a second there, I thought you were spying on me or something." Suddenly, she jumped to her feet, her eyes wide. Batty had lived with her long enough to know that an idea had hit her, and that any second, she would walk away, muttering. "I could write my story about spys!" she exclaimed. Then, she frowned and stepped back. "But it might have been done too many times…" she said, and walked away, muttering about mice and someone named Harriet.
So Juniper and Batty were alone once again, with Batty picking flowers, and Juniper turning them into a beautiful head piece. Juniper had watched over Batty for the last few days, and neither of them minded. Juniper thought Batty was adorable and sweet, and Batty was fascinated with Juniper because of the fact that she was a nymph. Of course, due to the increasing amount of time they spent together, they had grown used to each other.
"So, anyways, after Grover freed Pan, he came back home, and even though people didn't believe him, he kept going with saving the Wild. Eventually, other satyrs and nymphs believed him, and everyone got to work on saving nature. Of course, because of humans, they havent gotten incredibly far, but one day, they will."
"Where is he now?" Batty asked.
"Well, he's out looking for Percy; they were best friends you know."
Batty frowned. "But I thought you knew where Percy was?"
"We're not completely sure. But with Grover looking, we'll find him in no time."
A commotion arose on the grass in front of them. Batty turned to see both Skye and Jeffery sprinting toward them at full speed, neck and neck. Batty expected them to stop, but they kept coming. When she realized that she and her broken arm were in critical danger, she put her good hand over her face, and turned away, bracing herself for impact. But it never came. She turned back around to see Skye and Jeffery collapsed on the ground, panting heavily.
"I won!" Skye managed to get out, her arms raised in victory.
"What are you talking about, I won!" Jeffery said incredulously.
"Liar!" Skye declared, and promptly threw herself on top of him, tickling him. This continued for some time. Batty watched, silently routing for Jeffery to win whatever war they were raging. In the end, no one won, and they both sat up, grinning hugely.
"Hey guys," Jeffery said, picking a daisy and handing it to Skye, who immediately threw it back at him.
"Hi," Batty said.
"Oh, Battykins!" Jeffery said. "I meant to tell you; Chiron said you can practice your piano on the grand they have in the Big House. Its a really nice Yamaha."
Batty smiled. She couldn't wait to get back to her music. Her teacher didn't work in the summers, but she had continued to eagarly teach herself. "Can you teach me formula patterns?" she asked hopefully. Despite her age, and the lack of skill in the rest of the family, she was progressing faster than most.
"Sure thing," he said, putting a daisy behind her ear.
"We were wondering if you had seen Jane," Skye said, twirling a soccer ball on her finger. Batty wondered silently how it had gotten there.
"We were looking to play two-on-one slaughter," Jeffery explained.
"Two-on-one slaughter is a game where two people try to keep the ball away from another person," Batty said to Juniper, proud to be the one to give an explanation.
"It's much more intense than that," Skye said haughtily.
"So?" Jeffery asked. "Have you seen her?"
"She came by a few minutes ago, looking for new story ideas," Juniper said.
"Curse my sister and her nonsense filled brain!" Skye said savagely, jumping to her feet. Jeffery did the same. "We'll never find her. She's probably hidden away somewhere, writing about the who knows what." She turned on her heel, throwing the soccer ball up in the air.
"Oh, and Batty," she called over her shoulder. "Rosy's looking for you. She's probably in her cabin." And before they said another word, they ran off, in search of Jane.
"C'mon Batty," Juniper said, helping Batty to her feet. "Let's go find your sister."
They walked across the camp, hand in hand. When they reached the Olympian cabins, Batty let go of her hand, and ran into the Hera cabin.
The cabin was large and cold, all marble and bronze. A statue of Hera was in the center of the cabin. Off to the side was a cot, and a backpack. Rosalind lay on the bed, reading.
"Rosalind!" Batty exclaimed. She ran to her sister and gave her a bear hug.
"Hi honey," Rosalind said. "Thanks Juniper." Juniper smiled and walked out of the cabin, eagar to be out of the statue's gaze.
"Rosalind, when will my cabin be finished?" Batty asked, also intimidated by Hera's statue.
"Soon Batty. It shouldn't take them long." She untied her pony tail, and then tied it again. "Now. There's someoe here to see you. Um. . .it's your brother."
Batty's eye's widened. "But i thought he was missing!"
Rosalind bit her lip and shook her head. "Not Percy. Your other brother."
It dawned on Batty who she meant. Juniper had explained that Tyson the Cyclops was her half brother, and she had made up her mind right around 'cyclops' that she didn't want to meet him.
"No,' she said softly. "I don't want to see him."
"Oh Batty, honey, he really doesn't seem that bad. Nice, even."
Batty buried her head in Rosalind's shirt. "No."
Rosalind sighed. "Batty, please? He's really sweet, and he can't wait to meet you."
Batty stared apprehensively at the door, wondering what awaited her outside.
"We'lll all be there with you," Rosalind said, jumping in to make up her mind. "It's not like you'll be seeing him alone."
Batty sighed, and nodded reluctantly. If Rosalind was going to be there, everything would be okay.
They crossed the grass to the Big House, passing Jane, Jeffery, and Skye, who were playing a vigorous game of two-on-one-slaughter, on their way.
They opened the blue door, and walked into the house. Batty had decided when she first saw the house that she liked it. For one, it was huge, so it probably had many places to hide during -hide-and-seek, or to play spy. Also it was a beautiful blue, and, despite it's size, every room was very cozy. From what she could see.
She heard voices in the living room.
"Yes, i understand Tyson, but where is he?"
"He's on a quest!"
There was a pause.
"What do you mean? With the Romans?"
"With a girl with brown hair, and a boy with muscles!"
"C'mon, Batty," Rosalind said. "Take off your shoes." Batty understood why Rosalind hadn't yet scolded her for eavesdropping; she was too busy removing her sandals.
Batty un-did her sandals, with minimal difficulty (there was an incident involving a velcro-malfunction, but we won't go into that). Rosalind knocked on the empty door-frame, as there was no door to knock on.
"Ah, girls," Chiron said. He was in his wheel-chair, due to the lack of space in the room. "Come in."
Batty hid behind Rosalind. SHe saw Annabeth who looked tired and stressed, her arms crossed. SHe saw Chiron. And she saw a very large, very scary. ..boy.
Well, a faceless boy. She couldn't bring her eyes to look past the teeth. He was wearing a t-shirt that said "If Arthur Can't Do It, Nobody Can!", with a picture of the famous aardvark.
"We were just discussing Percy," Chiron said. "Tyson here has come back to give us an update."
'Hi Tyson," Rosalind said, stepping forward and extending her hand. "I'm Rosalind. I'm a daughter of Hera. And this-" she pulled Batty out from behind her, 'is Batty."
Tyson stared at Batty. "My sister?"
Rosalind nodded. "Your sister."
Tyson rushed forward. Batty's eyes widened in fear of being crushed for the second time that day.
"Tyson!" Annabeth exclaimed. Tyson stopped, just inches away from Batty. "Remeber what we talked about."
He thought for a second. They he nodded, and hugged Batty gently, steering away from her broken arm.
At first, Batty was terrified. But then, she realized that he didn't want to hurt her. He was being gentle.
Her fear had subsided when he broke away.
"How old are you?" Tyson asked her.
"Six," she said quietly. "How old are you?"
Tyson held up ten fingers. "Ten!" He looked at her for a second. "What's your favourite colour?"
"Purple," Batty said. "What about you?"
"Orange!"
This went on for some time. The grown ups stood by and listened to them talk. They learned each others favourite food, favourite T.V show, favourite thing to do. After a while though, Annabeth grew impatient. She was desperate to learn more from Tyson, but she didn't want to disturb the bonding going on. Rosalind sensed this.
"Batty," She said after about the fiftieth question. "We should go. You can talk to Tyson at dinner."
So Batty and Rosalind left, both waving goodbye cheerfully.
"See, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Rosalind said as they walked toward the cabins.
"I like him," Batty said. SHe did like him. He was very nice, and they had the same favourite movie (The Lion King). "Now all i have to do is meet my other brother."
Rosalind smiled, hoping that someday soon, she would.
A/N: What do you think? This was also kind of a filler. . .
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