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The Queen of England

Some (most) of you will start freaking out when you see the pov of this chapter.. :D

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Sage:

Today had been going great. Back from a horrible, exasperating quest, and I could finally go back to Camp Halfblood after a year.. maybe two? I'm not entirely sure.

Anyway, I was coming to Camp Halfblood as a messenger, for Artemis. Iris messages just weren't working, it probably had something to do with Iris taking a camping trip in the Canadian woods. Don't ask. That was a whole different quest. I haven't peeked at the message yet, it was written on a piece of paper by Artemis herself.

I was chosen to deliver it because of my light traveling. Kind of like shadow traveling but for children of Apollo. Like me. I remembered with a laugh how much my old friend hated light travel. She was more of a shadow traveling girl, since she was a child of Hades. Bailey.

Keep yourself together. I can't afford to get emotional and start crying. I was busy as a Hunter, I could not worry about anything but the Hunt. My Achilles heel made me more tired, so light traveling was even more exhausting. Yup. My Achilles heel. Long story. Underworld stuff. Or maybe that was when I went to Tartarus. Long story short, I had a lot of adventures. I died once during them. How fun, luckily Thanatos is pretty bad at his job and Bailey got her dad to get me off the list of escaped souls from the Underworld. Then Tartarus which was brief, and horrible. That's where I got my Achilles heel, I think.

Back to reality, I'm currently standing outside the Empire State Building, considered whether I should go in, maybe say hi to my dad and be on my way. But I could be risking being smited down by one of the gods if they were angry that they lost bowling night.

But, hey, what's life without risks? So I waltzed in, with the message and some supplies in my backpack and my weapons at my belt. I walked up to the elevator and flipped a drachma at the man who was looking at my pointedly. He grinned and set me up to go to Olympus.

That's the story of how I got burnt alive by Zeus. Lol, jk. Wait did i seriously just say that? No. I bothers me when Artemis or some of the older Hunters talk all old and now I'm talking all text talk and I will forever talk like a twelve year-old girl who always has her phone in her face.

Anyways, I'm still alive. I just popped in, said hello to the Fates, and went into the brightest spot on Olympus. That's where my dad would be.

Now I was approaching the amazing giant, golden lyre in a castle. The castle was smaller than the ones next to it, which looked so uninviting and stormy which I automatically assumed it was Zeus's.

The Muses had told me this was Apollo's castle or headquarters. Olympus was new to me, I've only been here once on Artemis's bidding.

"Father?" I asked gently, earlier at the door I knocked and someone said to come in. It sounded like Apollo. I hoped it was. But where is he now?

"Here," Apollo said, he was standing in mortal form behind the lyre. He sounded saddened, not as upbeat and happy as he usually was.

"I just came to say hi. Hi." I said awkwardly, with sudden second thoughts about coming up.

"No you didn't. I called you up here. We have things to talk about." Apollo said and I shivered. I hated being "called up", it bothers me when I remember that I can be controlled. I'm just a mortal, when it comes down to it. Take away the Achilles heel, then blessing of Artemis and I'm a mortal. But, that makes me seem like a goddess. I call only die if stabbed in my heel. And that is almost always covered by my shoes. I'm not an idiot like the real Achilles. He wore sandals which completely explained why he died. That's the reason they invited Nike Freeze.

"Cool. But I'm kind of on a tiny quest.." I say, wanted to get out of this conversation.

"It'll only be a short while." Apollo assured me. His black sunglasses were off revealing his radiate eyes. To anyone else bedsides a child of Apollo, the light was blinding... fatal even.

"Okay.. what do you need Pops?" I asked.  My voice seemed carefree although my heart was racing out of my chest. I'd never had a serious conversation with my dad before, only silly ones like we were two teenage girls.

"I guess I can't reveal everything to you.." Apollo sighs, "but I believe you'll be alright. Okay, when you go to Camp Halfblood, something's going to happen. Something important. You have to stay at Camp. No matter what. Stay with the Queen." He says and I frown.

"The Queen? There's no Queen at Camp, who are you talking about?" I ask, confused. I hadn't been to Camp Halfblood in a while but i was sure the camp hadn't formed it's own government and chosen it to be a monarchy.

"The Queen of England." Apollo answered shortly and frankly. "Listen there's more important things I need to tell you about." He says. I set aside my confusion and the feeling that Apollo was dropped on the head as a child. Like Hephaestus was. The Queen of England would not be in New York City... especially not at a camp which mortals could not see or enter. The Queen of England was a mortal anyways. Probably.

"What are they? That when I go back to Artemis, I have to follow Abraham Lincoln?" I ask sarcastically.

"Actually, you have to follow George Washington, not old Abraham." Apollo says and Elizabeth gives herself a facepalm.

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Basically Apollo said after that was to stick with my friends and "the one missing is at Jupiter", which I assumed was Camp Jupiter. But I didn't at the time.

Instead I said, "Yeah, and the found ones are on Uranus." Which resulted in Apollo turning me into a bar of soap. That's what happens when you cuss (even though it wasn't truly cussing), in front of your parent. Who's a god or goddess.

I was now back on the street in my silver camouflage outfit, I was so tired. I called a taxi and drove it as far as I could. My eyes were slowly shutting... I could just sleep.. just nod off.. The border patrol will see me.

Quickly, to keep myself awake, I light travel into camp, just by the border. I collapse, but nobody is around. Where are they? Where have they gone? I hear someone talking and I dig my nails into the dirt, I take my backpack and grab nectar and take a swing.

My legs shook as I got up as I reached the group of demigods by the entryway. I squeeze my way to the front, not looking for my friends, yet, and see a blonde haired girl laying on the dirt. She had weird purple robes, her hair was messy and she looked confused.

Leo Valdez was talking when I arrived, "-Miss. Oracle." He said and I stared, suddenly interested. An Oracle? Had this anything to do with what Apollo told me?

The demigods around me realized it was me. Sage Daft. And that I wasn't supposed to be here. But when the girl opened her mouth to speak again, that took their attention way from me.

"Where the hell, am I?!" She practically yelled, her voice thick with a British accent. British accent.

"Chill, Queen." Leo said holding his hands out.

"Queen?" The British girl asked testily.

"Yeah," This time Percy Jackson was speaking. He tossed his black hair to the side with a head movement. His green eyes hadn't noticed me, yet, and I was a little disappointed.

I should not think about Percy. But he was cute. I was a Hunter of Artemis, I really shouldn't think about Percy. But what's life with adventures?

Percy had a smirk plastered on his perfect face, and I knew what he was going to say before he said it. It was adding up.

"The Queen of England."