Hey guys, Alex here with a new chapter! Sorry, but I thought I'd be funny to make a YouTuber entrance thingy parody. Sarcastic remarks are pretty much my forté. Although, "Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit." —Halt, in John Flanagan's series The Ranger's Apprentice. Hmph.
Wow. I got off topic quick this time.
But anyways, welcome to chapter four(?) of my first story—well fanfic, 'cause this definitely ain't my first story—Circe's Revenge! It took me about a month and change to write this whole thing. Yay, me! So, this new character I'm introducing, my OC(I can neither confirm nor deny that she will be a main character), her mortal parent was Hispanic(I don't know where, specifically, yet[bad writer!] but I was thinking Mexico. What do you guys think? Comment your ideas!) and her first language was Spanish, so she tends to say words or phrases in Spanish. The phrases are usually simple, like "what's wrong?" or "camp" but if it's difficult(er) I'll write what it means.
And now I'm rambling.
Back on topic! Enjoy this chapter!
—Alex
(Still Will's POV)
I scuttled out of the Athena cabin and made my way away from the Athena cabin, and towards Percy's. "Hey, Will," some campers called as I made my way across the camp. I was conflicted. Chiron would want me to tell him, but Percy wanted it to be a secret, and if I told Chiron, he'd have to inform the camp, and worse, Mr. D. But, if I didn't tell Chiron, and he couldn't find Percy or Annabeth, he'd launch a search party, the last thing I needed.
I had to talk to Annabeth and Percy. But I had nowhere to go. Then, I remembered Percy's dad, Poseidon, one of the 'Big Three' gods. Also one of the gods with only one demigod, Percy.
I walked into the Poseidon cabin, and made sure we were alone. I set Annabeth and Percy down on one of the extra beds and sat next to them, my pad and paper in my hands.
"What the Hades happened?" I asked. "One demigod turning into a guinea pig is one thing, but two, you two, is another. Spill." I said. "Do you have any idea who it was?"
Percy shook his head vehemently. Or tried to. He ended up shaking his entire body. Annabeth started chattering her teeth like she was laughing, and I snorted.
"So, no ideas, huh?" I asked. Then I remembered Annabeth telling me about the other time Percy got himself turned into a guinea pig. Only a demigod could say that sentence, I thought. The sorceress was a guy-hating lady somewhere in the Sea of Monsters. But Annabeth said something about Hermes' Multivitamins….I started rummaging through my satchel. There! At the bottom of the bag was a small jar of gummies, with two little Minotaur gummies left. "Guys, would this help?" I asked, and shook the jar. "Hermes' multivitamins."
Annabeth squealed happily. I picked them up and put them on the floor, then popped the lid off the jar. I picked both out, and put it on the floor in front of Annabeth and Percy.
She and Percy approached the gummies eagerly, eager to finally end this nightmare. They bit it at the same time, quickly finishing the magical gummies. I sat on the floor and waited. Annabeth never specified how long it took for these things to work.
A minute passed by. And another. Nothing happened. Annabeth looked up at me, her tiny eyes moist, like she wanted to cry. But couldn't. Percy scooted closer to her, and they huddled together, shaking and their fur fluffed up.
I sighed shakily. It was supposed to work. It should've. It worked before. "I'm sorry, guys." I said. I didn't know what else to say. It was silent for awhile. The sound of campers brought my consciousness back to the present. "Guys, we're gonna have to move. I'll get a lot of questions if I'm found in here, especially talking to two guinea pigs. Hop in." I patted the satchel. I could've sworn Percy grumbled at the thought of satchel-travel again, but he jumped in just the same.
I slipped out of the Poseidon cabin just in time. As I walked away, a girl from the Iris cabin, Irida, walked past me. "Hey, Will!" She called.
"Hey," I muttered back. I was a kid on a mission. Irida must've sensed something was off, and she walked over.
"Hey, Will," she said, "what is up with you? You were not at breakfast, and now you are being weird."
"It's nothing," I muttered. I tried to brush past her and keep walking, but Irida had other ideas.
"Will, ¿qué pasó? Do you want me to get Nico, or someone…?" Irida asked, and looked me in the eyes. She was short, a couple inches over five feet, with her literal rainbow-colored hair, black at the roots, braided into one long braid down her back. She looked at me, determination mixed in with her brown eyes. I knew I couldn't get rid of her. I saved her life during the Second Titan war, and now she always tried to help me, whether I needed help or not. I grabbed her arm and dragged her with me.
Irida yelped. "Will!" She whisper-yelled. "Qué estás haciendo?" (What're you doing?) She tended to have snatches of Spanish in her speech when she was caught off guard. She stopped in her tracks. "Will, I swear I will shout to this entire campamento if you do not tell me what is going on!" She hissed.
I faltered. Percy and Annabeth trusted my to keep their secret. But one person, versus the entire camp…"Follow me," I said, backtracking to Cabin Three. As we walked in, I closed the door and inspected the cabin. Good. No one had been inside. "Wait here," I said, gesturing to the bathroom. She looked on the verge of rebellion. I looked at her pleadingly. "Please, Irida."
She looked at the bathroom, then at me, pleading with her. "Fine." She said. "But you will explain what is going on when I come out." She said sternly, and locked the door.
I walked to the far edge of the cabin and pulled out Annabeth and Percy. "What do you say, guys?" I asked in a low tone. "Can I tell her?" They looked at each other, and had a silent staring contest. Percy looked desperate not to tell anyone, but Annabeth knew it was the best choice. Percy sighed as Annabeth nodded. I gently placed them back in the satchel.
"Irida!" I said into the door. "You can come out now!" The latch clicked, and Irida came out.
"Who were you talking to?" She asked.
I hesitated. I didn't know how to tell her. "Annabeth." I said finally. "And Percy."
"What? Are they in here?" She said, her voice getting shriller. I cringed. I had to keep the noise down, for Percy and Annabeth's sake. Irida looked around, like they were hiding somewhere. "They were not at breakfast, Will! Chiron is worried!" I gulped.
"Yeah, they're in here." I said, subconsciously laying a hand on my bag. "Come sit down." I gestured to the bed closest to us, and sat down. I explained everything, from Chiron asking me about Percy to bumping into her outside.
"No entiendo," she breathed. "I do not understand." She looked at me, and finally understood the worry and stress on my face. "Gods, Will, I am really sorry about all of this." She stopped, and looked at my bag. "Are they in there?" She asked, and I nodded. I reached in, and pulled out two guinea pigs, stroking them softly on my lap. "Oh, gods." She rubbed her head. "This is not a dream, right?" She laughed.
I had had enough. She was my friend, but so were Annabeth and Percy. "Look, Irida, you think this is hard? Think about them. They've been through a lot, more than you could even dream of. Three wars, half a dozen life-threatening quests, numerous battles, freaking Tartarus, and now this. So, if you think it's funny, then you might as well leave now. But remember, if you breathe a word of this to anyone, I'll know it was you." I snapped. She looked shocked for a second, then took on my words.
"Lo siento. I am sorry, Will." I looked at her. "I am sorry, guys," she said, looking at my friends. "So, what are we going to do?" She said, sniffing and looking at me.
"We?" I asked.
"Yeah, we. I am going to help you help your friends. And you are not getting rid of me anytime soon."
New thing I'm gonna try: word count! So this chapter's was...drumroll please ...1,274! Not my best, but not bad either. Opinions on Irida? So, she and Will have history, eh? Hmmm...Side note: her name means "Iris" in Greek, because I had zero name ideas. Also, should a make a *short* story about how she met Will, in the middle of the Battle of Manhattan? It'd be fun. There'll be a poll on my profile...if I can figure out how to do it.
Sarcastically yours,
Alex