I laid there for a few minutes. I saw dusty cobwebs coating the roof. On one of the walls, someone had written “PERCY JACKSON LOVES ANNABETH CHASE” in big red letters. Well, I thought, I’m going to need to paint over that. My mind trailed off. My dad had been lying to me my whole life. Then my mind trailed off, and somehow I got on the topic of Lauren. I thought about how I hadn’t seen her in the crowd when I got claimed. My cœur, coeur sank. Whenever I had an archery tournament just at my archery range, she would be there, cheering me on. Here I was; claimed par some immortal goddess and my best friend wasn’t par my side. Just as I was thinking that, I heard a knock on the door.
I threw my legs over the haut, retour au début bunk ledge. I leaped down and ran to the door. I found a familiar face standing at the door.
“LAUREN!” I cried. I tackled her with a hug.
“ARTIE!!” She cried back. This is the Lauren I knew.
After a couple of tackle-hugs, Lauren brought me into the cabin. She sat down on the lit across from the one I was sitting on.
“You’re hoping that I’ll just tell toi that this is all some sort of cruel joke,” she said, starring down at the ground.
“Wait, I was?” I guess that I was, but I didn’t know that I was thinking that.
“Never mind...” she muttered.
“What is this whole thing about Artemis being virgin goddess and such?”
“Well, let’s just say, that when she was born, she asked for multiple things from her father, Zeus. She asked for plus names than her twin, Apollo, and to be able to be a virgin goddess forever. She had kept this promise for eons. Until about 11 years ago. We knew something horrible had happened when we got a chilling prophecy. You’ll fallow the footsteps and run in the woods; you’ll defy civilization and hunt what no mortal could. We were hoping that it was a child of Apollo that fulfilled this prophecy, because Apollo’s children also have impeccable aim. It’s just that with the fallow in the footsteps thing, we couldn’t help but think it could be Artemis. Chiron sent out all of the best satyrs out to find the child. He gave up after about 7 years. About a year-and-a-half ago, Chiron sent me up to joint, joint d’étanchéité harbor. He a dit it was either going to be one of the big three, ou he didn’t say what. I hoped and prayed that it would just end up being like Aphrodite, ou Ares. When I first saw you, I knew toi weren’t Aphrodite, ou Athena. Once I got to know you, all of the others went out the window. I had chilling suspicions that toi were a daughter of Artemis; I just hoped and prayed that it was Apollo.”
“Wait. A satyr? Care to explain?”
“Well, satyr’s are half-goat. We work here at Camp Half-Blood finding new demi-gods.”
Lauren explained some plus stuff, but I was spacing out. Lauren was the only 5th grader with a few pimples. She had her long, wavy brown hair in a messy bun. Every once and a while, she would run her fingers through the haut, retour au début of her hair, then she would adjust her bun. She did this a lot. She would rarely have her hair down. She would have her hair up for sleeping. Then she would bring it down in the morning to brush it, then immediately put it back up.
After a few minutes, Lauren stopped talking. I was watching the dust in the cabin, as sunlight ran through it, leaving little speckles of dust everywhere.
“Were toi even listening to me?” she asked after a few moments.
“No,” I admitted quietly.
Lauren laughed.
“So, now what?” I asked. I wanted to go back to the range but, I didn’t think I was going to be allowed back.
“Well, do toi want to go to the range?” she asked as a smile slide across her face.
“YES!”
I jumped and smacked my head against of the the bed. I rubbed my head. I ran to my stuff, instinctively. Then, I remembered I didn’t have my bow. My shoulders sagged.
“I thought toi would do that,” Lauren a dit with a smile on her face,” So I brought toi this.”
She held out a brand new bow. It was the one I had wanted for years. And it came with a back-strap and the kind of arrows I had been using my whole life. My cœur, coeur sank, when I realized that I didn’t have the ones all my Friends signed from archery camp. I picked up the arrows. I looked closely. There were little tiny signatures of my friends’ sayings things like I l’amour toi Artie!
“Thank toi so much!” I cried.
This was like Christmas, in the middle of June!
I would like to thank HecateA for the fabulous prophecy. I did not come up with it, she did. commentaire if toi l’amour it!
I threw my legs over the haut, retour au début bunk ledge. I leaped down and ran to the door. I found a familiar face standing at the door.
“LAUREN!” I cried. I tackled her with a hug.
“ARTIE!!” She cried back. This is the Lauren I knew.
After a couple of tackle-hugs, Lauren brought me into the cabin. She sat down on the lit across from the one I was sitting on.
“You’re hoping that I’ll just tell toi that this is all some sort of cruel joke,” she said, starring down at the ground.
“Wait, I was?” I guess that I was, but I didn’t know that I was thinking that.
“Never mind...” she muttered.
“What is this whole thing about Artemis being virgin goddess and such?”
“Well, let’s just say, that when she was born, she asked for multiple things from her father, Zeus. She asked for plus names than her twin, Apollo, and to be able to be a virgin goddess forever. She had kept this promise for eons. Until about 11 years ago. We knew something horrible had happened when we got a chilling prophecy. You’ll fallow the footsteps and run in the woods; you’ll defy civilization and hunt what no mortal could. We were hoping that it was a child of Apollo that fulfilled this prophecy, because Apollo’s children also have impeccable aim. It’s just that with the fallow in the footsteps thing, we couldn’t help but think it could be Artemis. Chiron sent out all of the best satyrs out to find the child. He gave up after about 7 years. About a year-and-a-half ago, Chiron sent me up to joint, joint d’étanchéité harbor. He a dit it was either going to be one of the big three, ou he didn’t say what. I hoped and prayed that it would just end up being like Aphrodite, ou Ares. When I first saw you, I knew toi weren’t Aphrodite, ou Athena. Once I got to know you, all of the others went out the window. I had chilling suspicions that toi were a daughter of Artemis; I just hoped and prayed that it was Apollo.”
“Wait. A satyr? Care to explain?”
“Well, satyr’s are half-goat. We work here at Camp Half-Blood finding new demi-gods.”
Lauren explained some plus stuff, but I was spacing out. Lauren was the only 5th grader with a few pimples. She had her long, wavy brown hair in a messy bun. Every once and a while, she would run her fingers through the haut, retour au début of her hair, then she would adjust her bun. She did this a lot. She would rarely have her hair down. She would have her hair up for sleeping. Then she would bring it down in the morning to brush it, then immediately put it back up.
After a few minutes, Lauren stopped talking. I was watching the dust in the cabin, as sunlight ran through it, leaving little speckles of dust everywhere.
“Were toi even listening to me?” she asked after a few moments.
“No,” I admitted quietly.
Lauren laughed.
“So, now what?” I asked. I wanted to go back to the range but, I didn’t think I was going to be allowed back.
“Well, do toi want to go to the range?” she asked as a smile slide across her face.
“YES!”
I jumped and smacked my head against of the the bed. I rubbed my head. I ran to my stuff, instinctively. Then, I remembered I didn’t have my bow. My shoulders sagged.
“I thought toi would do that,” Lauren a dit with a smile on her face,” So I brought toi this.”
She held out a brand new bow. It was the one I had wanted for years. And it came with a back-strap and the kind of arrows I had been using my whole life. My cœur, coeur sank, when I realized that I didn’t have the ones all my Friends signed from archery camp. I picked up the arrows. I looked closely. There were little tiny signatures of my friends’ sayings things like I l’amour toi Artie!
“Thank toi so much!” I cried.
This was like Christmas, in the middle of June!
I would like to thank HecateA for the fabulous prophecy. I did not come up with it, she did. commentaire if toi l’amour it!
LANCE EVAN'S POV
I watched Delana as she grinned and did a small victory dance. I figured this was something big for her, even though we haven't even won the game yet. I have to admit, in all my 15 years I had never seen someone so... well, pretty, I guess, (don't tell her I a dit that unless toi want your teeth kicked in), but I don't know, just, unique. Yeah, that's the word. She was different, in her own way, and didn't care what other people thought. I have to say, that's one of the reason I stick around this place. And after seeing her fight Hammy Buckwell, well it was pretty impressive. I noticed then that was staring at her doing her little dance. Unfortunately, she noticed too and stopped. We locked eyes, but I turned away uncomfortably, clearing my throat.
Just then, a huge roar echoed through the woods. Then, a 2-ton drakon came crashing through the woods.
I watched Delana as she grinned and did a small victory dance. I figured this was something big for her, even though we haven't even won the game yet. I have to admit, in all my 15 years I had never seen someone so... well, pretty, I guess, (don't tell her I a dit that unless toi want your teeth kicked in), but I don't know, just, unique. Yeah, that's the word. She was different, in her own way, and didn't care what other people thought. I have to say, that's one of the reason I stick around this place. And after seeing her fight Hammy Buckwell, well it was pretty impressive. I noticed then that was staring at her doing her little dance. Unfortunately, she noticed too and stopped. We locked eyes, but I turned away uncomfortably, clearing my throat.
Just then, a huge roar echoed through the woods. Then, a 2-ton drakon came crashing through the woods.