HEEEEEELLLLOOOOO! xD Don't worry! I WILL find a creative way to get her claimed. Soon.
Also, 'cause I'm curious, I was wondering who your "godly parent" would be if you were a demigod. I, for one, am like THE ULTIMATE daughter of Athena. It's in my blood. My dad's side is JUST engineers and science people and my mums side is JUST historians, history people and writers. I caught on with my mums side while my sis' caught my dad. :D
Thank you to kyvetprevet for their review! :D Thanks! I actually don't have a full out plot prepped yet... xD Cookie! (: :)
Thanks for your review, Faith! I PROMISE TO UPLOAD EVERY DAY UNTIL JANUARY 9th (I have to go back to school)... :D Cookie! (: :)
Thanks xpig-in-the-skyx! I'm sorry, my meanness when it comes to things like this can become unbearable... I enjoy teasing my readers whenever I write... xD Don't worry, she'll be claimed soon! Cookie! (: :)
Thank you Anon! I will give you more, especially now that I know that people are looking forward to it ;) Cookie! (: :)
Thanks Cockapoo! I thought of that the moment you described the character. I was like "That's the kind of person who'd cross the border listening to an iPod" then a friend of mine came over and she was like "OMG if I were a demigod, I'd just cross the border with my iPod like a boss and be like 'Hey guys.'" xD Don't worry, my iPod is my life, even if I'm a child of Athena. Yes, I always pictured Big Three kids as heavy sleepers, idk why... xD Cookie! (: :)
Disclaimer: I am Athena. I own ALL!
Why me? Why do I have to be the one who gets hacked by the gods? WHYYYYY?
Real disclaimer: I own nothing except my own characters and plot. Annabeth lost the court battle so now Sally owns Percy. Annabeth owns herself and Nico keeps complaining that his father is overprotective.
I sit at the edge of the Athena cabin table, nibbling on a piece of toast. I watch Malcolm eagerly, hoping to find something in his eyes. An explanation.
Yet I find nothing, just the regular eagerness and the hint of worry that are always visible in his eyes.
I have the urge to ask him about last night. I want to ask him what happened and why.
He'd probably never be able to explain... and, just maybe, he doesn't understand it himself.
I return to my toast, my eyes watching my hands as they fiddle with the slice of bread. Its gone cold but I don't notice. I'm too distracted.
"Something wrong?" Annabeth asks worriedly from beside me.
"N-no," I respond, mentally kicking myself for stuttering.
"Okay, if you're sure," she answers, the worry still evident in her voice, as she returns to her oatmeal and the book in her hand.
Something... something about last night, still... confuses me. The way the boy seemed so... different. He seemed... calm, the bits of worry in his eyes gone if only for those few moments.
Still, I'd never ask him about it. The way he's been avoiding me, not entering the conversation the group had earlier and how he won't meet my eyes, just show me that he doesn't want to talk about it.
Then again, do I even want to talk about it myself?
No, it'd be easier just to let it pass.
We're dismissed shortly afterward, everyone else heading to their own activities as I accompany Annabeth and Percy.
"We should get you some armour and a weapon first and then we'll give you a bit of a tour around camp," Percy says as Annabeth pushes me along.
"What kind of weapon will I be given?" I ask curiously.
"Usually, you'll receive a sword but there are exceptions to this. Apollo kids usually use bows and Ares campers will use just about anything. We've won wars with Ares campers using chairs to knock out monsters."
"Chairs?"
"Yes, chairs."
We arrive at the armoury about fifteen minutes later. Annabeth helps me up as I attempt to stand on my own two feet. We walk in and I am in shock at the sheer amount of weapons in the place.
Swords, knives, daggers, spears and bows cover the wall in an amazing display.
"A lance? Really?" I ask, pointing at the pointed wood and metal object on the wall.
"I didn't know we had one of those," Percy says, taking the object off the wall and holding it in the light. "It's kind of cool. I wish I had one of these when we did those chariot races in my second year. You could knock a few kids off a chariot with one of these."
"Don't be silly," Annabeth says, rolling her eyes as she takes the weapon from his hands and hangs it back up on the wall. "We haven't trained anybody with these since the renaissance period. Nobody knows how to use them and they'd be awful in hand-to-hand combat. You're so easy to distract. Let's find Layla a weapon."
"I'm ADHD, I'm supposed to be 'easy to distract,'" he says, making quotation marks in the air as he says the last three words. "Anyways, we'll hand you a few swords and get you to test them out. Just hold it and give it a swing, okay?"
He hands me a sword. It's about a meter long and beautifully carved with small shapes, resembling flowers, etched into the blade.
I attempt to hold it up, but it's too heavy.
"Too large," Annabeth says, studying my stance. "Try something smaller. How about this?" she asks, handing me a smaller blade.
I take it but the handle is too small and my fingers don't all fit.
We try almost every weapon in the building, even that lance, but none of it works.
I sigh in frustration, slumping to the floor.
"Well, I guess you'll have to get one made for you," Percy says sighing. "And I've got to get to archery before the Apollo kids notice I'm missing."
"Good luck in archery, Seaweed Brain," Annabeth giggles, placing a soft kiss on his cheek. "Try not to kill Nico and Thalia while you're at it."
"That is, of course, if Nico doesn't kill me first," he responds, sighing. "He's a worse shot than I am, if that's even possible."
Note: I wrote this because I have NEVER been able to find a weapon myself (my sister does fencing, my father did archery, my mother did martial arts and fencing) and its driven me up the wall for ages. Until, like a few weeks ago, I discovered that I do well with smaller swords (fencing)... xD This is why I wrote this. To keep myself from feeling bad. xD
