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Embers

The Smell of Smoke

Life sucks. Seriously. It all started when we let those Greeks into the camp. Anna and I thought we killed them all when we set fire to the mayonnaise factory a year ago, but it turns out that was only half of them. The other half, however, would rather move into New Rome instead of burn it down.

So what do we decide to do? We let the Greeks in. The Greeks. The people who tried to destroy New Rome. Twice! The logic of the new praetors baffle me. Ever since the little fiasco with last year's praetor accidents, which ended up getting my best friend killed and me being kidnapped, we decided to elect new praetors. There was four Greeks I didn't completely despise, and they were barely tolerable. Unfortunately I attend the collage of New Rome, and almost all of the teen Greeks do as well. I swear I have more Greeks in my class tan Romans. In a Roman camp!

And not only that, but the second we let those Greeks in to camp, a plague has been going around/. Nothing serious- mild coughs and sore throats. Some times the host gets really bad, red bumps that cover their skin. But besides that, it isn't much. But still. And hen of course-

"Watch it!" Someone yelled at me. I woke up from my day dreaming. I was on my way to the main gates of camp Jupiter, but must have dozed off and almost ran into a bread baker. He shoved me out of the way, and I fell into someones lap. I looked up and saw a girl around my age looking down at me, crumbs from the pastry she was eating landing on my face.

"Creep!" She said, shoving me off of her. I got up and dusted off my coat. She looked vaguely familiar, but I didn't dwell on it.

"Sorry," I said, rubbing the back of my head. "Guess I wasn't paying attention."

"Whatever." She said, taking another bite of her pastry. Her brown hair flowed in the light afternoon breeze, the sun setting just over the old wall that was built during the war with Camp Half Blood.

"I know you from somewhere..." I said, trying to remember. "What's your name?" The girl looked at me with her dark eyes.

"Dove. Dove Valdez." She said coldly, throwing away the rest of her danish.

"Dove!" I said, balling my fists. Dove was a dirty Greek. Although she was one of the Greeks I could vaguely tolerate, she was still one of them. "I knew I've known you from somewhere." She was also in one of my collage classes, but she'd rarely attend.

"Look, I don't like you as much as you don't like me. Have you forgotten what your dad did to my dad?" She got up, and started walking over in the direction of the inner wall. The Greeks lived in a refugee camp right next to the main gate... which just so happened to be the same place I was going.

Great.

Notes

Thanks for reading this fist chapter! Bye!

Comments

WHAAAAATTTTTTT!!!! LEO IS ALIVE????

percabeth120 percabeth120
9/28/14

That's frustrating.

@Grafon
Even I've lost track. Someone that Alec made enemies with :/

The Bright One The Bright One
9/21/14

@The Bright One
Who? Sorry, I haven't been keeping up with the Maury Povich show that this site has turned into as of late. (For you, the New Zealander, the Maury Povich Show is a dramatic relationship-ruining talk show where deadbeat dads have to face the fact that they have to pay child support. Look it up, the stuff's hilarious.)

Grafon Grafon
9/21/14

@Grafon
Mhm, and we have an idea who I is too :/

The Bright One The Bright One
9/21/14