Argo III -The Next Generation

6 No one bullies the Melody . Dew the superman. We meet Debby Richardson

Breakfast was sort-of smooth. I decided to go with salad for breakfast, since pizza three meals a day wasn't exactly wise. I finished up and went towards the Artemis table. Several eyes turned towards me. Oh, so it's okay is SHE comes over to the Athena table, but not if I go there?

I didn't say anything, because Bell was too busy wolfing down a completely unhealthy meal of overloaded cheese pizza and three goblets of coke.

Andrew and Will came out of the Big House after a while. He'd probably seen the extremely flexy orientation film. Both of them were looking grim, though.

Instead of going towards the Zeus table, Andrew sprinted over to us. He sat in front of us.

"So, I just saw the orientation film. I also got to know about my – um, siblings." He looked a bit sad.

"Well," Annabel pressed. "Who are they?"

Andrew passed us two photos. One was of a blonde surfer-dude type of guy, with golden glasses and a purple shirt and eyes that matched Andrew's. The other was of a peaky and pale teenager, with spiky hair, loads of freckles and eyes that equaled her brothers'.

"This one's dead," Andrew said in a hard voice, pointing at the blonde dude. "Jason Grace. Died fighting an evil roman emperor." He explained bitterly.

Annabel grunted sadly. I awkwardly tried to pat Andrew's back. He smiled uncertainly.

"Yeah, it's - it's alright. This one though," he pointed at the girl. "She's alive. Hunter of Artemis," he told us. "Thalia Grace. They both are brother and sister – I mean, same mom. So ... yeah." He said, and then looked around helplessly, as if not sure what to do.

Annabel broke the tension by choking on an ice cube. "Well, activities start in 5 minutes, " she said. "What do we have now?" She asked me.

"Cabins 6, 7 and 8 have – winged horseback riding." I read out from the scroll I had conjured from my back pocket.

"Wait – what about me?" Andrew asked.

"Didn't Chiron give you your timetable yet?" I asked.

"He – oh wait, I do have it." He pulled a crumpled piece of paper out of his pocket and squinted at it. "Look at that," he said sarcastically. "My first class is scheduled with a pretty gang of kidnappers," he pointed at his first slot labelled Winged Horseback Riding.

Annabel adjusted her glowing glasses. "Let's get going then,""

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The first activity went smoothly. Turns out Annabel's Pegasus had no problem with her if she wasn't ordering him to murder an innocent camper. They got along too well.

"Who's a good boy who's getting an apple? Who? Who?" She ruffled his mane affectionately. "I am going to name him Debby Richardson." She decided. "He's mine now." Debby Richardson neighed in agreement.

I'd honestly been expecting more of a Killer or Ripjaw from Annabel, but when I asked her about the name, she shoved it off by saying "Long story,"

Andrew, meanwhile was having a little bit of trouble with his pegasus, who didn't seem to like his violently blue hair.

"Hey, it's called fashion buddy! But you're a horse you won't understand. Why am I even explaining this to you?"

After that the day went pretty calmly. That is, until the free slot before lunch. Annabel went off to her cabin, saying she had some unfinished business. Probably just making a name tag for her new pet.