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 heart sank. Whenever I had an archery tournament just at my archery range, she would be there, cheering me on. Here I was; claimed by some immortal goddess and my best friend wasn’t by my side. Just as I was thinking that, I heard a knock on the door.
I threw my legs over the top 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 bed across from the one I was sitting on.
“You’re hoping that I’ll just tell you 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 more 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 Seal harbor. He said it was either going to be one of the big three, or he didn’t say what. I hoped and prayed that it would just end up being like Aphrodite, or Ares. When I first saw you, I knew you weren’t Aphrodite, or Athena. Once I got to know you, all of the others went out the window. I had chilling suspicions that you 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 more 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 top 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 you 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 you 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 you would do that,” Lauren said with a smile on her face,” So I brought you 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 heart 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 love you Artie!
“Thank you 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. Comment if you love it!
I threw my legs over the top 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 bed across from the one I was sitting on.
“You’re hoping that I’ll just tell you 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 more 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 Seal harbor. He said it was either going to be one of the big three, or he didn’t say what. I hoped and prayed that it would just end up being like Aphrodite, or Ares. When I first saw you, I knew you weren’t Aphrodite, or Athena. Once I got to know you, all of the others went out the window. I had chilling suspicions that you 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 more 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 top 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 you 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 you 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 you would do that,” Lauren said with a smile on her face,” So I brought you 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 heart 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 love you Artie!
“Thank you 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. Comment if you love it!
this is a spoiler free article. just read the blood of Olympias, and for you people who want Percy to be the hero and not some one else don't read the book.i mean it is good but they replace Percy's view of things with Nico's view and Annebeth's view with Reyna's view.in other words Percy and Annebeth are just more characters and are no longer the heroes or even the main characters.
p.s. they give this away at the beginning of the book by as i said previously replacing Percy and Annebeth with Nico and Reyna.
p.s. they give this away at the beginning of the book by as i said previously replacing Percy and Annebeth with Nico and Reyna.
