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 сердце 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 вверх 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 постель, кровати across from the one I was sitting on.
“You’re hoping that I’ll just tell Ты 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 еще 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 печать harbor. He сказал(-а) it was either going to be one of the big three, или he didn’t say what. I hoped and prayed that it would just end up being like Aphrodite, или Ares. When I first saw you, I knew Ты weren’t Aphrodite, или Athena. Once I got to know you, all of the others went out the window. I had chilling suspicions that Ты 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 еще 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 вверх 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 Ты 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 Ты 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 Ты would do that,” Lauren сказал(-а) with a smile on her face,” So I brought Ты 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 сердце sank, when I realized that I didn’t have the ones all my Друзья signed from archery camp. I picked up the arrows. I looked closely. There were little tiny signatures of my friends’ sayings things like I Любовь Ты Artie!
“Thank Ты 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. Комментарий if Ты Любовь it!
I threw my legs over the вверх 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 постель, кровати across from the one I was sitting on.
“You’re hoping that I’ll just tell Ты 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 еще 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 печать harbor. He сказал(-а) it was either going to be one of the big three, или he didn’t say what. I hoped and prayed that it would just end up being like Aphrodite, или Ares. When I first saw you, I knew Ты weren’t Aphrodite, или Athena. Once I got to know you, all of the others went out the window. I had chilling suspicions that Ты 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 еще 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 вверх 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 Ты 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 Ты 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 Ты would do that,” Lauren сказал(-а) with a smile on her face,” So I brought Ты 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 сердце sank, when I realized that I didn’t have the ones all my Друзья signed from archery camp. I picked up the arrows. I looked closely. There were little tiny signatures of my friends’ sayings things like I Любовь Ты Artie!
“Thank Ты 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. Комментарий if Ты Любовь it!
