Aven Wilson has never once been happy. Thanks mom.
To this date, she is the only known daughter of Akhlys, goddess of misery and poison, and, oh boy, can you tell. It's hard to stick around her, and Aven doesn't blame the people that avoid her gaze...
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▬▬▬𝖢𝖠𝖬𝖯 𝖫𝖨𝖥𝖤 𝖨𝖲 𝖬𝖠𝖣𝖤 𝖴𝖯 𝖮𝖥 𝖱𝖮𝖴𝖳𝖨𝖭𝖤𝖲. I, personally, like it. According to Chiron, I'm supposed to follow the Hermes cabin's schedule, but they're more than happy to let me do my own thing. I'll jump around from lesson to lesson to protect people from my aura, and the routines make this easy. I know where everyone is at basically every second of the day.
Because of my unique freedom, I could follow Percy around to his lessons. That meant more time with the Hermes cabin, but they didn't say anything, not with Percy and Luke there.
I liked Luke. He tried to avoid me, like everybody else, but he was subtle about it. He wouldn't get up and leave the room if I entered, and if I asked for help, he wouldn't refuse. He ran away almost as quickly as Annabeth did when he got sad, though.
Percy's presence at Camp didn't change anything. I had to continuously remind myself that nobody knew what I did. I couldn't mention his father, and I did my best to steer the conversation away from that topic. I didn't want to lie to him.
It was hard to keep such an important thing secret. I tried to reason with my guilt, thinking that it's really so obvious, it's not my fault they haven't realized it yet, but didn't help in the slightest.
The summer deadline was encroaching and I was getting a bit nervous. Percy's training was coming along: foot-racing with the dryads (hard), Ancient Greek with Annabeth (really hard), archery with Chiron (impossible, for Percy), and even wrestling with the Ares cabin (Clarisse had it out for Percy, so, extremely difficult.) He wasn't excelling, but it had only been a week.
And then something odd happened in the Hermes cabin sword-fighting class. Luke was the best out there, so every cabin clamored for a class with him. Hermes cabin usually got first pick, and no one was brave enough to tell me I couldn't be there. So far, Percy hadn't shown much skill in anything other than canoe racing. (I could feel myself getting pale and nervous when he'd mentioned winning their tournament, so sure that he was about to guess what was on the tip of my tongue.)
