Leo
I trudged past the volleyball courts; A volleyball hit me in the head and burst into flame. I knocked it into the sand. The tree nymphs shrieked and jumped away. The satyrs stomped on it until the fire went out. Without even noticing I had already walked up the rickety steps onto the porch. Hesitantly, I knocked. "Come in," came Nico's voice over the loud eighties music.
I stepped in. Nico was sitting on the couch, wrapped snuggly in a blanket, glaring at Seymor( the alive, de-bodied jaguar pinned to the wall). I looked around, but didn't see Chiron. "Dude, where's Mr. Horseman?" I asked Death Boy.
"I prefer the term Chiron."
I spun around. Chiron stood on the porch. "Sorry, man!" I said.
"You need to tell me something." It wasn't a question. I nodded. "Over a game of pinochle," Chiron suggested.
"How about Go- Fish?" I was never big on pinochle.
"Fine," Chiron muttered. We sat down wearily at a card table. Chiron began to shuffle the deck of cards that had suddenly appeared in his hands.
"Dude, Chiron, Andromeda-" He gave me a questioning look. " The new demigod," I explained.
"Where is she?"
"At the boat. Annabeth's taking care of her."
"Good." Chiron began to deal the cards. I stared at my cards. I was trying to tell the tell the difference between a six and a nine when Chiron said," What is it that troubles you Leo?"
"What? Oh, yeah. Golden ichor flows in her veins... not only golden ichor, just a lot. I think she may be a minor goddess..."
"B-but that is... I've never heard of it. She would know if she was a goddess anyway."
"Not if anyone swiped her memory. ( And I know someone who's very good at that, mind you.)"
"But why?" Chiron said.
"No one knows," I said in my best creepy voice. I heard thunder rumble in the distance. "'Cept for the gods and the Fates of course!" I said quickly.
"Have a nine?" Chiron asked.
"What? Oh, yeah!" I handed him what I thought was a nine.
"Leo," he said," This is a six!"
"Oh, yeah, sorry 'bout that." I handed him what I had previously thought was a six. He nodded.
"Bout Andromeda...?" I prompted.
"We must wait and see," was his only answer.
Annabeth
The girl suddenly sat up, her eyes wide and her breathing quick. "What? Where? Who?" She blabbered, looking around.
"Calm down," I demanded, handing her a canteen of nectar. Her eyes fell on me and she said, in barely a whisper, " Your'e Annabeth, right?"
I nodded. "Now drink the nectar!"
She shivered, but took a sip anyway. Pretty soon she had downed the whole canteen. I checked her temp. 137 degrees. That was way to high( except for maybe Leo). I had seen the golden ichor, though Leo had tried to cover it up. This girl was no ordinary demigod- if demigods could be called ordinary.
"Um, Annabeth," she whispered. "Where are we?"
"Camp. Camp Half-Blood," I replied.
After a few minutes Andromeda said," Um, Annabeth..."
"What?" I snapped.
"W-what is Camp Half-Blood?" She stuttered. She pulled the blanket tighter around her, awaiting my answer. I stared up at the darkening sky and the brightening constellations.
What is Camp Half-Blood? I asked myself. Sure, it's a place for demigods. But it's more than that. It's... It's... "It's the safest place for people like us."
"Us?"
I refused to say anymore. Andromeda was silent. After a while, her steady bteathing turned to snoring. I felt my eyelids beginning to droop. Finally, some sleep, I thought happily. That's when there came a gut-wrenching scream.