Chapter 7
Michelle's P.O.V.
The camp was as amazing as she had already imagined. Everything had been explained to her in Rick Riordan's books, so Clarisse didn't have much to explain. The daughter of Ares was nice, but a bit harsh when it came to people. But she got along just well with Mish, who was more like an animal.
While they were at the arena where they trained with swords, Michelle tried a lot of weapons. The knife was no use, but she could manage just well with a sword. She was going to try another type of knife, when she saw it. It was the colour of the night, and it looked awesome.
Michelle runned towards the bow and arrows that were thrown in the floor. Clarisse opened her mouth to say something, probably "Be careful!", but Michelle alredy had her hands on the bow. She grabbed an arrow, and threw it in the direction of a red haired girl that was coming in their direction. The girl held an apple… Correction, she didn't. The arrow pierced right through the middle and threw the apple to a tree where it got stuck.
Michelle was ashamed. She hadn't meant to ruin the girl's snack, nor had she looked where she aimed, but the damage was already done.
The girl stood there, with her eyes like plates. Michelle and Clarisse rushed forward to the girl. She was wearing a casual blue blouse and a pair of jeans that were covered in paint. Her face was covered in freackles and she had sky blue eyes.
'I'm so sorry.' Michelle said. 'I'll get you another apple.'
The girl just laughed.
'Sorry? That was awesome! I'm guessing you're Michelle?'
'How dids you know? And anyways, who are you?'
'I'm Rachel Elisabeth Dare. And I'm the Oracle here. I was searching for you because the Oracle's spirit told Chiron she needed to talk to you and your friends.'
'Alright. Let's go.'
But before they could go, Michelle turned to Clarisse and asked her:
'Can I keep this bow?'
Clarisse smiled.
'Of course. Nobody used it anyways.'
Michelle hesitated.
'And one more question. What is your weapon?'
'This is my weapon' The girl said, unshelting a sword. 'I call it Maimer'
Behind her, someone snickered. 'Lamer', he said. The moment he closed his mouth, he regreted having talked. All laugh went out of his throat as the point of an arrow was pointed at his throat. The boy had seen Michelle through her arrow at Rachel's apple, and he didn't want his throat stuck in a tree trunk.
Clarisse laughed ar the boy's shocked expresion.