The First Daughter

Chapter Two:


My day in the beginning wasn't that bad. Just another day of my junior year at High School: Geometry, Art History, Archery (Mom's idea for that one), AP English, Mythology (also Mom's idea), Latin (that was both my Mom's and Dad's idea), Creative writing, AP chemistry, all that good stuff. The fall dance was coming up and that the jerk turned giant cyclops baseball, jerk star Jeremy, wanted to ask me out.

And I said no: Because the guy was a jerk even before he turned into a monster and his appearance doesn't even begin to show what he's really like. I mean come on! Jeremy and his side kick Jack bully the smaller kids and flirt with all the girls! Jerks, way beyond what you think. So yeah!

But honestly I didn't expect for him to grow five feet taller, and swing his bat at my head, then a satyr coming out of nowhere getting me into a van, a elephant to lion, the blonde, the van flipping over and over and over, and over and over and over, and over, running, and then flying!

But anyway, I blacked out, then:


Falling... Dark … A dream

Voices:

Loud booming male voice: “YOU BROKE YOUR VOW????!!!”

soft, cold female voice: “I vowed to be a maiden, and if I recall you made a vow with Hera and you hardly ever have any children with her.”

Male voice but this time not yelling: “This is not about me young one. You and your brother kept this affair from us for how long?”

Female voice: “About eighteen years.”

The male voice: “We will be convening a council to discuss this matter: I hope you are willing to accept the consequences.”

I could somehow feel the tension between the two voice, I swear I could cut it with a knife if I had one.

Female voice: “I have a feeling you won't take this out on me.”

***

I woke with a start, as my heart jumped. I gasped and quickly sat up, surprised that I was even alive. That's when I noticed my surroundings. I looked down and saw that I was out of my school uniform and in jeans and a t-shirt, an a orange t-shirt that read, “CAMP HALF-BLOOD”.

“What is that?” I wondered

I looked around the room: It was like a half sun room half an actual room, I was lying on a cot that was in the sun room half where other cots were situated. I sighed and relaxed as the sun warmed me up. I turned my head and peered into the part that was an actual room: It was darker that the sun room but I saw whoa,

“Hello!”

Well that guy in the rainbow appeared out of nowhere, rolling up in his wheelchair. Then I new that what happened wasn't a dream, or maybe it was a hallucination and this guy was like a doctor or something. Now quite honestly as he rolled up in his wheelchair that song, “White and Nerdy” came into my brain, and I have no idea why, so don't ask.

They see me rollin' they hatin'

“Hello.” I replied shyly.

The guy called Chiron parked his wheelchair and asked how I felt.

“Good I guess.”

“Well I'm glad to hear that.” He smiled and then he bowed slightly, “My name is Chiron and I'm the activities Director here at Camp Half-Blood.”

“Camp Half-Blood what is that?”

“Ah! The million dollar question! This is where the demigods reside and are safe.”

“Demigods?” I gasped at the realization, “The Greek gods are real?!” I paused again and thought. Oh my gosh!
“I'm a demigod?”
“I'm afraid so.” Chiron confirmed, “How do you know so much?”

“My Mom, she and my Dad wanted me to take mythology and Mom coaxed me to make it my junior theses. So yeah...” I shrugged again.

"How old are you Miss Batson?” Chiron asked.

“17.” I replied.

“Hmmm.” Chiron stroked his beard, slowly and looked at me as if to figure me out.

Then the door burst open and a blonde guy in bronze armor and bow in hand burst in yelling, “HEY OH!”
Chiron almost literally jumped out of his wheelchair: Which suddenly occurred to me shouldn't he be a centaur?
But I didn't have a chance to ask as Chiron spoke with the guy who burst in, “Darren E. Lowry what are you doing here?”

“I heard that there could be a possible Apollo kids 'cause she was rhyming and I came right over to give her the tour of la camp.” This guy name Darren replied.
“I sent for Annabeth to give the tour, she more qualified and Hannah had already seen her.” Chiron answered back.
“On the battle field!” Darren leaned over to me and said, “Trust me no one wants to see her angry on the battle field.” He stood straight again, “Sir, if I may, if she's a possible Apollo kid I'd like to give the tour. If not she needs to make more friends than just the “heroes of the world”.” He said, I could hear some resentment in his voice

Chiron sighed and placed his arm on the rest of the wheelchair, “Very well.” Chiron turned to me and asked with simple sincerity if I was ok to get up and move around.
I nodded slowly and slowly got up from my cot. Chiron smiled and wished us a happy day and wheeled himself out of there.

For a moment we just stood there alone then, Darren suggested that we leave, and we walked out of the hospital and walked down the dirt path. Darren pointing and explaining things.
“That's the big house, that's where the infirmary used to be but where you were taken was the latest addition to camp since the war. Most cabins helped in building the new hospital Athena's cabin designed it with the help of Apollo's cabin, and Hephaestus cabin built it.”

I nodded my head and listened to Darren, but then I thought about that statement, “the war” he had said, “What war are you talking about?” I asked.
He looked at me and smiled, “The war with everyone, Romans, even Mother Earth, after that war, we all agreed that we needed a separate space for medical attention.”
I nodded, “That makes sense.”

We kept on walking causally, passing the arenas and my eyes lit up when I saw the archery grounds. “OH MY GOSH! YOU HAVE ARCHERY HERE?!”
Darren chuckled, “Why wouldn't we?”
“I ABSOLUTLY LOVE ARCHERY!”
“Rhyming, and loves archery? I don't know what they are talking about you might just as well be an Apollo kid.”

I caught that remark like it was an actual arrow, not that I don't think being a daughter of Apollo would be bad, but that didn't sound like me. “Darren, I have a confession to make.” He looked at me and I just looked ahead at the road, “The rhyming isn't something I don't do naturally. My Uncle and I when I was upset we'd rhyme random things, and it made it better.”

“You close to your uncle?”

I nodded, “Somewhat, I guess, he comes and visits. He checks up on me a lot. My Mom is the rare one”

“Who is your Dad by the way?”

“He's a traveling musician: I go to a boarding school 'cause he's on tour most of the time.”
“Kinda sounds like Dad to me.” Darren commented, “He's the god of anything that requires some talent, like music and such.”
“I know.” I replied, “Mom convinced me to study mythology.”
“Hrm. So both of your parents are usually not around.”
I nodded, “Yeah.”

Then I heard something and alarm bells rang in my head clear as day.
“GET DOWN!” I shouted and quickly tackled Darren to the ground as the arrow whizzed pass my head sending some of my hair flying behind it. I held close for a second and then the alarm bells subsided and then, really without even thinking about it I pushed myself up from Darren's chest and looked up, and saw the arrow point down stuck in the ground.

Hoof beats and footsteps were coming our direction, and I looked down at Darren and instantly I felt myself blush.
“Sorry about that!” A familiar voice said, I quickly jumped off of Darren and dusted myself off and turned around and well, let's just say I was right about Chiron being half horse.
Everyone else began to come on the hill creating a horse shoe figure behind Chiron. “A new archer misfired.”

Darren rose as the other campers surrounded us, my guess that there were some Aphrodite kids somewhere in the mix because they were already exchanging amounts of cash to each other, probably betting whether or not Darren and I were a future couple.

I always wanted someone to blame my love life on and now I had it and I was positive the kids were just as fun. (Sarcasm of course)
“You guys ok?” One of the campers asked.
We looked at each other for a second and then quickly looked away, “Yes.” I said weakly under the blanket of more blushing.

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