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I have HOA-syndrome and I'm proud! DON'T JUDGE ME!~ Me
"I actually that she might die." ~ Amber
Patricia's POV:
Hades? That's the dude that was talking to me in my head? I'm not that goth! I don't even like death! Why else would I have helped Nina get the mask? So she wouldn't die. She's my best friend, plus, I was going to die too if I didn't help. Okay, so, some dude with black hair was leading me to the Hades cabin. He was wearing bronze armor and had a sword strapped to the side of his belt. It was a pretty cool sword.
Me: Are you a child of Hades too?
Boy: No, you're the only one for now.
Me: I'm Patricia.
Boy: I'm Dustin.
Me: Cool name.
Dustin: Thanks, you too.
Me: So, do you know why my dad hate Percy Jackson so much?
Dustin: Not really. It probably has something to do with the quest he went on last year.
Me: What quest?
Dustin: All I heard was that he snuck out of camp to get his mom from your dad and return Zeus his master lightning bolt. But Percy wasn't the lightning thief. We don't know who took it except Annabeth, Grover, and Percy himself.
Me: Okay.
We got to the Hades cabin. I opened the door and the place was not how I imagined it. Okay, maybe. The walls were painted black, there were torches lit, white skulls and bones were painted on the walls, and a statue of Hades.
Me: This place creeps me out.
Dustin: Thats what they all say. I don't think it's the creepy.
Me: Who's you're parent?
Dustin: Ares.
Me: We should switch then.
Dustin: He me help you unpack, then I'll show you the armory to chose your weapon(s). After that, we will play a game of Capture the Flag. We play it much better.
Me: You better play it better.
Dustin: You're one funny girl, Trixie.
I chose a black sheeted bottom bunk and Dustin helped me unpack. Then we we off to the armory. I call the killer sword!