The Greek Egyptian

by SwirledForever

Kyra Antona was special. I mean, it's not everyday you meet someone whose mother is a cat. And yes, her father was most likely drunk when she was created, but that's beside the point. Oh, and she doesn't cheat. Her boyfriends do know about each other. Just remember, her life is crazy and you'll be good when you meet her. (Name recently changed from Mesh)

4. Chapter 4

Chapter 4

"So this is the new sister, huh?"

"Yeah, she's worthy of Aphrodite, not one day and she's caught with a boy in her bed."

"Sounds like you, Castor."

I blink my eyes open and notice three people had come into the room. Darkness had fallen.

"Whoa! She's really got a green eye," One of the boys exclaimed, startling back onto the bed on the opposite wall.

"What? No, way. I thought that was a rumor," The other one jerks around to look at me.

"You're Kyra, right?" The girl asks much more sensitive.

"Yeah," I answer, slipping out of Carlos' arms and sitting up.

"I'm Audrey. This is Castor and Pollux."

"The constellation?"

"No, the sons of Dionysus," The first one who noticed my eye, Castor, remarked.

"Oh," I nod, noticing that they have the same curling blackish hair as me and purple eyes.

Carlos shifts around and Pollux gets a knowing grin on his face.

"So who's he?" He smirks.

"Carlos, my stepbrother."

He starts laughing, "Man, she's worse than you Castor!"

"What?"

"You're sleeping with your stepbrother."

I roll my eyes, "Not like that!"

"Suure, whatever you say," Castor winks, and my eyebrow raises.

"You saying that you actually think I'd sleep with my brother?"

"Stepbrother. And it's not unheard of," Audrey chimes in. "Not that you would. Some people do have morals. I mean, even these two prostitutes aren't going to sleep with, well you for instance."

"I don't know, I might," Castor jokes with a smile, "kidding. But only 'cause it's different. We actually have half of the same gene. You and him don't."

I shrug and Carlos stirs, sitting up, "Who are you?"

"Audrey, Castor and Pollux," I point them out. "Don't worry, they're siblings of mine."

"Oh, I see."

"He's got an accent? I'm in love," Audrey teases.

Carlos looks confused and I shake my head with a grin. I think I'll have fun here.

"It's night time?"

"Yeah, we were told not to bother you or wake you," Audrey answers, rolling her eyes at our half-brothers. "But you don't always get what you wish for."

"Oh, that's alright. Do I get to go back to sleep?" I ask wearily.

"Yep," Castor nods. "Well, if you're actually planning on sleeping."

I roll my eyes at him and lay back down. I'm half-asleep before some unknown person or thing starts trying to pick the lock, being not at all stealthy about it.

"Connor, Travis, what are you doing?" Audrey's voice is annoyed. "Haven't you ever heard of knocking?"

"Yeah, sorry, but we heard there was a new girl here. Had to check it out, you know?"

"Right. Well she's sleeping, kinda almost died, in case you haven't heard. And needs her rest, so come back later."

"Oh come on, Drey! Just one look, we won't wake her or anything. Only want to see what she looks like. Please?"

She sighs, "Fine. You have thirty seconds."

The sound of four feet scrambling to my bed reaches my ears.

"Wow, she's a beauty."

"Yeah, too bad she's already taken."

"Taken? By who?"

"Me, of course. This guy won't last an hour after she's been around my charms."

"Okay, guys, times up, get out. Oh and try to lower those egos before you hurt yourselves."

My internal alarm clock wakes me up thirty minutes before sunrise and I look around, noticing that everyone else is sound asleep. Spotting a pen and paper on the bedside table that belonged to Pollux (the owner of the other bed on my side) and I quickly jot down a note for Carlos before slipping out the door into the refreshing morning air. Realizing that everyone is asleep I stealthily make my way east in the grayish light and find the ocean below a small cliff. I reach into my pocket and find my iPod, taking a moment to wonder in surprise how it got there before putting in my ear-buds and starting my morning playlist. I sat down and focused on my breathing and let my mind clear so that it was just me and the nature surrounding me. As the suns edge peeks over the sea, I recall to my mind what I would be doing in my Yoga class and reenact it by myself. Since I had been doing it for a while I was pretty flexible and could do some of the more difficult poses. I ended on my variation of the one-legged inverted staff pose.

I'm startled out of my peaceful mindset when I hear applause and immediately bend back to standing, trying to locate who made the sound.

"Bravo, bravo," A voice calls out.

"No, Travis, more like 'Encore!'" A different guy calls out.

I finally locate the figures on a tree branch. Two boys, twins I think and I have no idea how long they've been there. Apparently they liked my yoga.

"You're right, Connor," The one on the left, Travis agrees. "Encore, encore!"

I roll my eyes, taking out my earphones and placing my hands on my hips. "What are you doing here?"

"Watching," Connor smiles.

I look out to sea and back, "Do I know you?"

"You're about to," He answers easily as he slips off the branch followed by Travis. "I'm Connor."

I shake his extended hand tentatively, "Kyra."

"This is my brother Travis. We came out here to watch the sunrise and there's a beautiful girl looking so serene and peaceful that we couldn't bring ourselves to disturb you."

They both had messy brown hair that fell into playful blue eyes. Travis was a little taller with longer hair and liked to keep his hands in his pockets. Connor, though shorter, was more confident and smiled a lot. They both looked a little confused about my eye, but thankfully they just accepted it.

I laugh and cross my arms, "Right. That's why you clapped, huh?"

"Well, yes and no," Travis answers this question. "That was just so amazingly flexible that we couldn't help ourselves."

"Oh, of course," I nod, not believing them, but deciding they were okay and letting them continue their game. "So you like yoga?"

"Oh yeah, it's an amazing stress reliever," Connor nods.

"You ever done it?"

"Unfortunately no, it's more of an admiration. Haven't really had time before."

I had to hand it to Connor, he didn't dig himself into a hole he couldn't get out of and anyone else would've bought it in a heartbeat. I didn't only because Carlos had schooled me in the way of flirting boys and I could tell when they were just playing the part.

"Well, hey, I could show you a few poses if you wanted," They looked hesitant, so I decided to encourage them. "Don't worry, they'd be really simple, but if you don't want to it's okay. I mean, a lot of guys prefer watching girls than doing it themselves, so it's completely normal."

Connor thinks about it and I can almost hear his mind working. "Actually, that'd be fun. I'll do it, I don't know about Travis, but it'd be nice. Maybe we could make it a daily thing? Of course, I don't know if you have anything going on or anything…"

"Oh yeah, that'd be great," I smiled, looking forward to getting to know him. He intrigued me. "What about you, Travis?"

"Ah, not for me," He shrugs apologetically. "Morning and me don't get along. I've actually made a deal with it, see I can't get up early more than once or twice a month."

I laugh, "Sounds nice. I only get up early because it's the only time I have where I don't feel hurried. But anyway, join us this morning? Seeing as your already up and all."

"I guess it can't hurt anything," He replies with a grin.

I nod, "So first thing, face the ocean. Easy enough, right? I feel that the just seeing expanse of the ocean allows me to let loose all my problems and drown them. I think the first pose I'll teach you will be the boat. It's very simple and it stretches you out very nicely. There are a couple variations, but this is the easiest," I kneel down and they follow suit. "Now what you're going to do is grab hold of the heel of your foot and bend backwards, allowing your chest to arch like this," I demonstrate for them, tilting my head back and closing my eyes. "Then you just stay here for a few minutes and… try not to fall over," I say this with a humorous smile as I remember the first time I tried it. I really thought I was going to fall.

A few moments pass by before I call myself back to reality where I was sure that they had been studying me instead of really trying.

"And now, you can straighten up and let go of your heels," I instruct them as I do it and stand up. "Congratulations gentlemen, you just did yoga."

"Thanks," Connor says, the mischievous twinkle in his eye capturing me. "Hey, you think you could do that one position again? You know, just wondering how you did it and everything."

"With lots of practice," I reply, shrugging, "and I guess it won't hurt anything, so…"

I go down on all fours, then into a handstand where I drop my elbows down and bring one of my legs to the ground, close enough for me to almost touch the heel.

"That's seriously amazing, how do you do that?" Connor's voice reveals his awe and I feel him graze his fingers over the back of my knee.

I bring my other leg to the ground and push myself off and upright smoothly. "I told you, lots of practice."

They nodded in amazement and I smile slightly before deciding that I should probably head back to Carlos and walking off, knowing that they would walk with me at least for a bit.

Out of the corner of my eye I see Travis checking his watch and curse under his breath. "Hey, Kyra, it was real nice to meet you and all, but we've gotta get back to our cabin before they send out a search party and we've already gotten in trouble eleven times this week. Chiron will kill us if we reach twelve before Tuesday."

I laugh, "I see, well you better run. So see you around I guess."

"Oh, hey, if you need anything, like a tour-guide or something just look us up," Connor offered. "We're in cabin eleven."

"Okay, thanks Connor," I nod with a wave and walk away before hearing them take off like they were running a race to save their lives; which might be accurate.

I shake my head at them but know that I wouldn't be without friends here. Speaking of which…

"Kyra, there you are," Percy jogged towards me. "I went by your cabin and you weren't there, so I got worried. I'm glad I found you."

Smiling at him, I reply, "Yeah, I left a note for Carlos, but I don't know he might not be awake yet. I was at the cliff over there, you know, just meditating and stuff."

"Oh," He nods, "I see. It's almost breakfast time. You hungry?"

I shrug, "Not particularly. I usually eat about ten, so I guess I'll have to take a little bit to get used to this schedule."

"You usually get up early?" He asks as we start walking again.

"Yep, thirty minutes before sunrise. Every day except Saturday."

"Well, what do you do between then and ten?"

I shrug, "I dance."

I feel his eyes run over me and he nods, understanding my lithe form now.

"Cool. I don't," He confesses.

I can't help but laugh, "Everyone can dance. It's just a matter of if you're good or not. Really you just need to find a type of dance that suits you."

"And what style suits you?"

"Ballet," I wait until he nods and then hurry through the rest of the list. "And belly dancing. Ballroom. Modern dancing, pole dancing. Break dancing. It varies."

He laughs, "You can say that again. I don't think I've ever heard ballroom and pole dancing in the same breath before."

Smiling I shrug, "That's 'cause you've never met me before."

"True," He acknowledged.

Our conversation is cut short when I see a couple tough girls with a few boys surrounding a very familiar figure.

"Oh come on, I told Carlos to stay out of trouble," I grumble and run over to him, breaking through the circle easily.

"Oh, hi Chica, nice of you to come back," Carlos smiles.

"Whatever," I roll my eyes and turn to the leader of the group. A muscular girl who looked like she wouldn't hesitate to break bones. "Who are you?"

She snorts, "Who am I? You must be new. I'm the one who asks questions around here. Who are you?"

I roll my eyes, "You tell me, I'll tell you."

"You're worst nightmare," She replies, getting up close into my face.

"Oh, I see. I'm so sorry," She smirks, but I'm not done. "I'd be angry if my parents named me that too."

She grabs the front of my shirt and backs me against a tree, "Say that again, Mixed Breed, come on, say it again!"

"That's a new one," I say with a smile. "Never been called a mixed breed before. I kinda like it."

Anger flares in her eyes and she brings back her fist to punch me.

"Come on Clarisse, lay off her. There's no telling what Mr. D would do if he found you'd punched his daughter."

She throws a glare at Percy, but slowly releases her grip on me. "You got lucky today, Mixed Breed. Just wait 'til Friday. I'll get you then."

"Oh, don't worry, I'll be looking forward to it," I reply confidently before she walks off, cursing at the other people gathered there. I turn to Percy. "Clarisse, huh? She seemed nice."

He laughs, "Yeah, well, you gotta be careful around her. Being the daughter of Ares, she's got a temper."

"Ares? I think met him. Right Carlos? You were there," I started smiling. "He made me remember about the teapot."

"Yeah, yeah, chica, I remember. He was checking you out pretty intensely."

Percy looked a little confused, but at the same time he understood. It was enough to put me back in that little puddle. As if he can read my mind he begins talking.

"Okay, I understand about the "checking you out" part, but what does a teapot have to do with it?" He gets a startled look on his face, like he didn't mean to say that and wasn't sure why he had.

Carlos gets that evil glint in his eye (well not really evil, but you know what I mean) and opens his mouth to speak.

"Oh, no you don't!" I slap his mouth shut and Percy has a shocked, yet laughing smile on his face. "You will not do this to me again! It's bad enough it's probably spread around Olympus, now you're gonna ruin my life here too?"

He rubs his jaw, but still has that smile on his face. "I wasn't planning on it, but now that you mention it, Chica, that's a good idea."

"Just shut up, casserole."

He did as I said, but I could see surprised laughter and I rolled my eyes at him.

"Percy, we were going to breakfast, right?" I smiled at him dazzlingly, decided to ignore Carlos.

He nods and I hooked my arm around his, much to his surprise.

"Well then, let's be off," I catch a glimpse of Carlos rolling his eyes before we make our way to the mess hall.

I let go of his arm before we get there, so as not to give anyone the wrong idea. Still, when we arrived, the joking voices quieted to a dim nothing and curios eyes took me in. I bit my lip in uncertainty, my gaze floating over the crowd to find a face that I would recognize besides Clarisse's hate-filled gaze.

"Kyra!" Audrey called and soon materialized by my side. "Come on, I'll show you what to do. Just ignore them."

I find myself smiling, but still feel uncomfortable under the scrutinizing glares and find myself wishing I had thought of maybe putting on a little make-up beforehand. Every table we pass immediately begins to murmur and my cheeks are undoubtedly pink. We join a short line and she instructs me to pick anything I want, then to burn a portion of it in a bronze bowl type thing.

"Why?"

"Because it's an offering to our father."

"Uh, isn't that a little strange? I mean, he's right here."

She smiles, "Yeah, you'll get used to it. Oh, and not to make it sound even stranger, but you usually say something to him. Like a prayer or thank you or whatever."

"Oh." I nod and throw a bit of fruit into the flames, trying to think of nice thoughts and thanking him for the motorcycle that I had foolishly left in Boston.

It was kinda weird. No, it was very weird. But, hey, if that's what they did here, then alright. I was about to move on when a thought struck me.

"Audrey, can we do this for anyone?"

She cocks her head and studies me. "Any god or goddess, I guess."

"Okay."

Then I burn some more food, this time directing my thoughts to my would-be murderer.

Zeus? Yeah, I'm sure you don't want to hear from me, but I just wanted to apologize. My behavior wasn't what it should have been. Even though, yours could've been better too… Sorry! That just sorta slipped out. Anyway, even if you don't forgive me, I wanted you to know that I'd try to be better in the future.

I only realized that I had closed my eyes when sounds of awe and murmurings of "Wow" and "That's beautiful" came to my ears and I opened my eyes to see what they were talking about. I looked up to see a beautiful full rainbow stretched over the open part of the pavilion, the part I was under. Then, I noticed that it wasn't just one, there were three, all coming together directly over me and pouring a spectrum of colors over my body.

A smile came to my lips as I realized that this must be a sign from Zeus saying it was all good. I lifted my hand to my mouth and blew the sky a kiss as a thank you. Suddenly the rainbows dissolved and showered me in colorful rain. A laugh escaped my lips as I remembered what Dion had said. Yes, he was definitely a drama queen-uh-king.

I looked around and shock and awe was written on everyone's face causing me to blush. I almost laughed when I caught the look on Chiron's face. Disbelief was etched into every centimeter and he looked about to pass out.

"That wasn't normal, was it?" I ask hesitantly and laughter greeted me.

Dion was sporting a dry smirk and I could tell we shared the same amusement in Chiron's state. Audrey's mouth was starting to quirk up in a grin and she leaned over and dusted some shimmering substance off my sleeve.

"Well then," Was all she said and I grinned at her.

"Come on, I'm starting to get hungry. Where do we sit?"

She laughed and led me to the twelfth table where Castor and Pollux were staring at me.

"This is our table," She explained and I nodded, sitting down beside her.

"So, why does everyone sit at different tables?" I say after a few bites.

"It's a rule here, each camper sits with their cabin," Pollux explained.

"Oh," I reply. "Where is "here"?"

Castor smirks, "Long Island, New York. Where else?"

I choke on the cantaloupe that I had been attempting to eat and Audrey pats my back as I cough.

"New York?" I ask hoarsely.

"Yeah," Pollux says, with a glance to my other brother.

"How's that possible?"

"Uh, your mom probably drove you here. Or you were scouted by a satyr."

"No, no, I was just in Greece! In Olympus, just two days ago. And I walked out a door and I was here."

Castor starts laughing. "So that's what they were talking about."

"What?"

"We overheard Chiron and Dad talking about you and how you crossed an ocean in the blink of an eye," Audrey explained.

"Oh."

"Hey, don't worry about it," Pollux shrugs. "For all we know it could've been a gift that Iris gave to you."

"Iris? But that's my mom's mom… I think."

"Maybe it rubbed off on you," He replies while studying me intently.

"Maybe," I say hesitantly, fingering the still empty cup that Audrey had handed me.

She smiles at me now, "Oh, I forgot, if you want something to drink you've just got to say it, or think it. Whatever you want, you'll get it."

"Oh," My face brightens and, not really thinking about it, suddenly it's filled with a deep red drink.

I breathe in the scent. Ah, yes, Lambrusco. Now that is good wine. Suddenly I my eyes meet Dion's and he shakes his head with a smile and I can tell he's laughing inside. I grin in return and lift the cup slightly in a silent toast before taking a drink and noticing that my siblings are looking at me almost enviously.

"What?"

"Chiron doesn't let us drink that. The cup won't give you anything alcoholic," Audrey says quietly and I shrug.

"Oh, well, here," I start to pass the cup around but then stop when I noticed that the contents of their cups had changed.

They notice too and grins appear on all of their faces and they raise their glasses toward me before quickly emptying the contents only to have it refill itself.

We then proceed to laugh and drink for a while until I realize that most of the people have already left to go to other activities.

"Uh, guys, you think we should leave now?" I ask and they look at each other.

"Maybe," Audrey says sheepishly. "I do need to get back to the infirmary."

"And we should probably get to the fields," Castor says with a disappointed expression.

"Not so fast," I turn to see Dion standing behind me. "You know that under-aged drinking is against the law."

"Oh, it was, uh, my fault," I say but can't contain a grin. "Care to join us?"

My siblings looked shocked and almost horrified that I had just admitted to our misdeed, but I knew what I was doing.

"That's all you had to say," He replies with a smile and sits down in between Audrey and I. "So what's on the menu?"

"Lambrusco," I reply and laughing when a disgusted look fills his features. "What? It's a good breakfast wine!"

"And you two actually like this?" He asks his sons and they smile.

"Weeeelllll," Castor begins, but I cut him off.

"Say no more!" I declare. "If you don't appreciate my good taste, you can leave."

He rolls his eyes at me and Dion waves his hand.

"You'll like this one," He assures and the two boys nod after they sip it.

I roll my eyes and throw a glance at Audrey behind Dion's back that said "Can you believe them?"

She laughs and nods in agreement. At least someone understood the way my taste-buds worked.

From nowhere Dion pulls his own wine glass out and fills it with some other sort of terrible wine. I shudder at the smell (causing him to laugh) but can't help but admire how the dark red looks through the intricate designs. It's clear, but etched and filled with silver designs some places, opal in others.

Once he drains it, I reach for it only to have it snatched away from my reach.

"No one touches my wine glass," He instructs and anyone else would've apologized, but I could see past the warning and knew it was more of a challenge.

"Puhleeze? Can I just look at it?" I beg and he shakes his head, pleasantly surprised that I accepted the dual.

My eyes sharpen and my lips twitch upward into a smile. "Okay then. It's the hard way isn't it?"

He can barely contain his grin and as I lunge for it, he falls back and catches himself with his hand.

"Mine."

The word was enhanced by the mischief in his eyes and I wondered if he had never had anyone play with him before.

Wow. Now I'm making him sound like a lost puppy.

Somehow I knew the glass was indestructible and I reached for it again, this time he flips over, catching me and I land with a thud underneath him. It doesn't really hurt (even though I'm sure from the surprised cry that came from my mouth you would've thought that something terrible had happened) and so once he gets up, I jump to my feet and grab for it. He holds it high above his head and I try to leap for it, but end up glaring at him because he's well over six feet and I'm… not.

"That's not fair!" I complain and he smiles.

"Life isn't fair," He reminds.

Growling, I ricochet off a nearby bench and almost manage to grab it out of his hand but don't and would've split my face open had he not caught me.

"This is somehow familiar," He muses. "Almost like dancing."

I can't help but laugh before quickly reaching over my head and performing a walk-over out of his arms.

"Maybe it is," I reply, and finally realize that the reason my siblings aren't helping me is because they're doubled over in a strange mixture of shock and hysterical laughter.

He retreats every time I step forward and, once we're on the softer surface known as grass, I lunge for him again. He easily sidesteps with a large smile, but I wipe the smile off when I pull him down by his leg. I reach across him, hoping to use the surprise to my advantage, but he simply grabs my hand, flipping me over and pinning me to the ground with his knee to my back.

"You're very good at this," I comment and hear his laugh.

"I've had practice," He replies wryly.

"Will you teach me?"

"You'll find you know more than you think."

I grin to myself, he was right. And he found that out when I flung my feet up and hit his back. I was kind of an extortionist, but really it came from years of yoga. He fell almost on me, but I rolled away and he found himself in the same position I was in.

"I guess you're right," I smile. "Now can I see it?"

He groans, "Fine."

Apparently he hadn't taken yoga. I grabbed the glass from him, but didn't dare let him up until I was done with it. I twisted it and let it catch different rays of light. Although I had never seen it before, there was a familiar symbol painted discreetly throughout the design. And then I knew I had seen it before. A long time ago. But then, recently too.

I had totally disregarded my odd birthmark since I was seven, but now, I looked at the fading lines on my left ring finger and compared them to the design. Huh, this was weird. Not really thinking, I moved to place my mark on top of the glass's and was not expecting it to cause a jolt to flow through my body and practically through me a foot or so.

I momentarily blacked out, but then shook away the darkness and sat up, holding up my hand to stare at it. The almost invisible scar-like mark was now vicious red like a new scratch or burn mark and I was surprised to see that blood dripped down my hand because it wasn't bleeding. There was no opening in my skin, just blood.

"Kyra, are you okay?" Dion quickly examines my hand and his eyes are filled with confusion and his mind is trying to find an answer.

"Yes, I'm," I answer, "I'm fine. I really don't know what happened."

"All I saw was a light," He remarks, then slyly grins, "That's what you get when you mess with my wine glass."

I roll my eyes at him and push him on the shoulder none too gently with my good hand. "You're impossible."

"That may be true," He speculates. "Oh, but just so you know I brought your bike with me. It's actually quite portable."

I look at him completely confused. "What?"

He smiles and stands up, offering me a hand. "Come on, I'll show you."

I follow him and realize he's taking me a bit farther out of the camp to a long area of open pavement, kinda like a runway.

He motions me to stop and I give a nervous laugh.

"Is this where you kill me?"

He joins in my laughter, but after a while hands me a mini orange highlighter.

"What's this?"

"You're bike."

"My bike?" I repeat incredulously.

He nods.

"Um. How do I get it out?"

He smiles, "Start running. And when you've gotten enough speed, uncap it and launch yourself in the air. It'll build around you."

"Uh. You sure?" I ask skeptically.

"Positive. But if you don't want to try, I can show you."

"No!" I hurriedly object. "It's my bike. You're not touching it."

I stick my tongue out at him good naturedly and start running. When I'm pretty sure I'm fast enough, I uncap it and leap like I was instructed to do. For a moment there, I just knew that I had made the worst mistake and I was going to slam into the ground, but suddenly there's something solid underneath me and I can only see the ground where it's flying underneath my tires.

"Alright!" I shout in excitement and pull the clutch before bumping it up a couple gears and rolling more on the throttle. Not too fast, of course. I didn't want to kill myself because I didn't have a helmet. I wasn't that stupid. Finally, I came to a stop in front of Dion.

"That was awesome!" I exclaim and his eyes twinkle with laughter.

"Glad you like it. We should get back to camp now, before Chiron sends a search party out for us."

"Us? Are you not permitted to leave or something?" I teased.

He rolls his eyes. "Something. You want to ride back?"

"But this isn't a dual sport bike. It can't go anywhere other than road."

"And there is where you're wrong," He smiles, reaching to the key and turning it to a symbol I didn't recognize.

I feel the bike shift, and suddenly it's not a GSXR anymore, but a KTM Dual Sport (which is a total change of manufacturers, I know, but I've never really cared for the manufacturing "wars". If it's a good bike, it's a good bike) and a smile comes to my face.

"This is sweet," I say and then feel totally awkward because it had been three years since I'd ever called anything "sweet" and it made me feel like I was eleven or something.

"Yes, I guess it is. My half-brother Hephaestus made it for me. Of course, I wound up owing him because I had bet that he couldn't make it."

I laugh. "So you're bad at bets? That's good to know."

He throws me an irritated glance, but again, I can tell he's amused. "Well, I'll tell you this: you're not going to make any money off me."

"Suure," I smile before taking off towards the camp.

Yeah, this will be fun.

Yoga! Wine! Motorcycle! Yaay! No, I don't support underage drinking. I'm underage and I don't drink. It's just that with Kyra, she doesn't really get "drunk". Wine and stuff like that enhances her... kinda like water and Percy; just to throw out an example. Hope you enjoyed and please don't drink until your of legal age! I can assure you that you aren't going to be enhanced by it.