Demigods: Next Generation- The 100 Century tournament
Chapter 1
ANDREW
Andrew was bored, and that didn't happen often. As a son of Athena, it was rare for him to feel this way. Everything in the Athena cabin and Camp Half-Blood should interest him. Today though, Andrew felt as if he were going through the motions.
It had almost been a year since he arrived at Camp Half-Blood and he was doing nothing but training. After the Giant war many of the demigods at camp decided that they needed to prepare themselves for another inevitable war. Andrew was one of them. It was almost as if he sensed there would be more problems in the future involving him.
Another reason Andrew was bored was because he felt as if something were missing from his life. He knew it was selfish to think this way however. He had everything he could possibly desire. Friends, family, food, shelter, money, clothes on his back; but what could he be missing? Andrew was so bored he almost didn't care anymore.
Andrew didn't give up just yet. He knew there was always hope in the darkest of times. It also wouldn't be very "Athena-like" to give up so easily. Andrew never met his mother, but he could imagine her shaking her head at him whenever he had a relenting thought. He always pictured her taking off a pair of glasses, folding the lenses together gently before giving him a wise piece of advice and a stern glare.
Whenever Andrew thought of his mother his mind always wandered to his father as well.
His father, Senator Maxwell Henderson of Nevada, didn't have to try hard to win an election. It seemed as if the world always favored Andrew's Dad.
"All you have to do boy, is smile and wave," his father told him once. Andrew wasn't all to close to his father. The senator was always introducing him to new girlfriends, some close to his age, and expected him to be nice to them. In fact, his father was engaged to an eighteen year old pageant queen before she disappeared "questionably".
Sometimes Andrew couldn't see how a woman like his mother, the wisest goddess, could fall for such a bum, much less bless him with a child.
Andrew sighed and looked out the window of his cabin into the starry skies above him. He shut his eyes for a moment, trying to picture something interesting happening to him. It didn't work.
Angry, he shoved aside his desk and slouched in his bed. Andrew didn't expect to wake anyone in the Athena cabin up, most of his siblings were gone to a mortal school during the year.
As he curled up in his bed, taking in the scent of books and warm rain. Andrew then wondered if this was what his mother smelled like.
Andrew stared upward at the ceiling, wishing that something interesting could happen to put him out of his misery. If he didn't find something else to occupy his mind soon, he was going to become obsessed.
One thing that could help occupy Andrew's mind for a short period of time would be the beautiful, yet busy morning of Camp Half-Blood. During the summertime when more campers occupied the cabins it was much worse, during the school year it was better.
Andrew allowed his schedule to distract him, making quick work of his breakfast so that he could arrive early to his sword's class. Afterwards he would move on to Ancient Greek, then Ancient myths, then onto Arts and Crafts which he didn't enjoy all too much. Followed by a long run around the camp with some of his brothers and sisters, he then went to the strength training class, followed by lunch. After lunch the day seemed to lull on into a slower speed, which caused Andrew to become distracted.
Andrew shouldered his messenger bag, which held every scroll, and every book he was reading. He walked past a group of Aphrodite campers who giggled when they met his eyes. It wasn't a surprise to him they didn't want to attend school.
"Hi Andrew," one girl said, wiggling her fingers at him.
"Hi," Andrew answered back, shoving his way past them.
The girls continued to giggle as he walked away. Andrew didn't understand why so many of his male counterparts found them attractive.
Andrew ran a hand through his hair, arriving in the clearing that his Ancient Greek class took place in. It wasn't really a class, more of a time that his siblings chose to get together and learn the language each of them could read so they could speak it fluently. Andrew and his siblings were often mocked for their scholarship, mainly by the Ares campers. The Ares campers however respected the Athena cabin, because they knew that if the Athena cabin paired up with any Big Three god cabin they'd be toast in Capture the Flag. Andrew smiled thinking about the glares the Ares campers shot his cabin whenever they'd win a game. Brains against brawn was always the winner for capture the flag games.
Andrew sat down in the soft grass, leaning his head against a tree he usually sat under. The scent of soft morning dew and the warm breeze was enough to put him to sleep, and he slept soundly.
In his dream Andrew was walking on the beach, the ocean breeze blowing through his hair. It was peaceful, which Andrew enjoyed. He however, didn't understand why he was seeing this in his dream. Suddenly the water parted, and a large white stallion galloped from the water, shaking it's mane. The horse nickered as he stepped closer and then suddenly kicked its legs back in protest. A knife appeared in Andrew's hands and a booming voice appeared in his mind as an owl landed on his shoulder.
"Choose," a man's voice said. "Kill the horse or yourself."
Andrew bolted awake, finding his brothers gathered around him.
"I was right!" Steve said. "He was having a wet dream!"
Andrew punched his brother in the shoulder as he rose from his spot.
"You don't have to be an ass, Steve," Andrew commented.
The other Athena campers laughed as Andrew sheepishly turned away.
"I'm just kidding around," Steve said, offering his brother a smile.
"Sometimes it's not funny," Andrew shot back. "That dream I had...it was weird."
"I'm sure it was," Steve said. "You should tell Chiron about it."
Andrew hesitated before he shrugged.
"I dunno. Maybe."
Andrew's siblings went back to studying their books and scrolls they had brought from their cabin, leaving Andrew to ponder the dreams possible meaning on his own.
I was walking on the beach, Andrew thought. Then a horse came from the water and I have to kill it but the owl tells me not to...
Andrew groaned, giving up on trying to define the strange vision. Thunder rumbled in the distance and a few drops of rain fell, bringing the group's outdoor activity to a close. The water of the Long Island sound shifted, reacting the storm churning above them.
Andrew cocked his head as he stared into the waves. It was almost as if they were trying to tell him something, but Andrew ignored it unaware of the golden eyes watching him from afar with hunger.
Andrew was bored, and that didn't happen often. As a son of Athena, it was rare for him to feel this way. Everything in the Athena cabin and Camp Half-Blood should interest him. Today though, Andrew felt as if he were going through the motions.
It had almost been a year since he arrived at Camp Half-Blood and he was doing nothing but training. After the Giant war many of the demigods at camp decided that they needed to prepare themselves for another inevitable war. Andrew was one of them. It was almost as if he sensed there would be more problems in the future involving him.
Another reason Andrew was bored was because he felt as if something were missing from his life. He knew it was selfish to think this way however. He had everything he could possibly desire. Friends, family, food, shelter, money, clothes on his back; but what could he be missing? Andrew was so bored he almost didn't care anymore.
Andrew didn't give up just yet. He knew there was always hope in the darkest of times. It also wouldn't be very "Athena-like" to give up so easily. Andrew never met his mother, but he could imagine her shaking her head at him whenever he had a relenting thought. He always pictured her taking off a pair of glasses, folding the lenses together gently before giving him a wise piece of advice and a stern glare.
Whenever Andrew thought of his mother his mind always wandered to his father as well.
His father, Senator Maxwell Henderson of Nevada, didn't have to try hard to win an election. It seemed as if the world always favored Andrew's Dad.
"All you have to do boy, is smile and wave," his father told him once. Andrew wasn't all to close to his father. The senator was always introducing him to new girlfriends, some close to his age, and expected him to be nice to them. In fact, his father was engaged to an eighteen year old pageant queen before she disappeared "questionably".
Sometimes Andrew couldn't see how a woman like his mother, the wisest goddess, could fall for such a bum, much less bless him with a child.
Andrew sighed and looked out the window of his cabin into the starry skies above him. He shut his eyes for a moment, trying to picture something interesting happening to him. It didn't work.
Angry, he shoved aside his desk and slouched in his bed. Andrew didn't expect to wake anyone in the Athena cabin up, most of his siblings were gone to a mortal school during the year.
As he curled up in his bed, taking in the scent of books and warm rain. Andrew then wondered if this was what his mother smelled like.
Andrew stared upward at the ceiling, wishing that something interesting could happen to put him out of his misery. If he didn't find something else to occupy his mind soon, he was going to become obsessed.
One thing that could help occupy Andrew's mind for a short period of time would be the beautiful, yet busy morning of Camp Half-Blood. During the summertime when more campers occupied the cabins it was much worse, during the school year it was better.
Andrew allowed his schedule to distract him, making quick work of his breakfast so that he could arrive early to his sword's class. Afterwards he would move on to Ancient Greek, then Ancient myths, then onto Arts and Crafts which he didn't enjoy all too much. Followed by a long run around the camp with some of his brothers and sisters, he then went to the strength training class, followed by lunch. After lunch the day seemed to lull on into a slower speed, which caused Andrew to become distracted.
Andrew shouldered his messenger bag, which held every scroll, and every book he was reading. He walked past a group of Aphrodite campers who giggled when they met his eyes. It wasn't a surprise to him they didn't want to attend school.
"Hi Andrew," one girl said, wiggling her fingers at him.
"Hi," Andrew answered back, shoving his way past them.
The girls continued to giggle as he walked away. Andrew didn't understand why so many of his male counterparts found them attractive.
Andrew ran a hand through his hair, arriving in the clearing that his Ancient Greek class took place in. It wasn't really a class, more of a time that his siblings chose to get together and learn the language each of them could read so they could speak it fluently. Andrew and his siblings were often mocked for their scholarship, mainly by the Ares campers. The Ares campers however respected the Athena cabin, because they knew that if the Athena cabin paired up with any Big Three god cabin they'd be toast in Capture the Flag. Andrew smiled thinking about the glares the Ares campers shot his cabin whenever they'd win a game. Brains against brawn was always the winner for capture the flag games.
Andrew sat down in the soft grass, leaning his head against a tree he usually sat under. The scent of soft morning dew and the warm breeze was enough to put him to sleep, and he slept soundly.
In his dream Andrew was walking on the beach, the ocean breeze blowing through his hair. It was peaceful, which Andrew enjoyed. He however, didn't understand why he was seeing this in his dream. Suddenly the water parted, and a large white stallion galloped from the water, shaking it's mane. The horse nickered as he stepped closer and then suddenly kicked its legs back in protest. A knife appeared in Andrew's hands and a booming voice appeared in his mind as an owl landed on his shoulder.
"Choose," a man's voice said. "Kill the horse or yourself."
Andrew bolted awake, finding his brothers gathered around him.
"I was right!" Steve said. "He was having a wet dream!"
Andrew punched his brother in the shoulder as he rose from his spot.
"You don't have to be an ass, Steve," Andrew commented.
The other Athena campers laughed as Andrew sheepishly turned away.
"I'm just kidding around," Steve said, offering his brother a smile.
"Sometimes it's not funny," Andrew shot back. "That dream I had...it was weird."
"I'm sure it was," Steve said. "You should tell Chiron about it."
Andrew hesitated before he shrugged.
"I dunno. Maybe."
Andrew's siblings went back to studying their books and scrolls they had brought from their cabin, leaving Andrew to ponder the dreams possible meaning on his own.
I was walking on the beach, Andrew thought. Then a horse came from the water and I have to kill it but the owl tells me not to...
Andrew groaned, giving up on trying to define the strange vision. Thunder rumbled in the distance and a few drops of rain fell, bringing the group's outdoor activity to a close. The water of the Long Island sound shifted, reacting the storm churning above them.
Andrew cocked his head as he stared into the waves. It was almost as if they were trying to tell him something, but Andrew ignored it unaware of the golden eyes watching him from afar with hunger.
This is really good, keep up the great work!
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