it was the moon who told me lies,
beautiful lies intertwined
with the false sense of hope.
it was the moon who told me lies,
delicate lies that danced and swayed in the wind
to the music of love.
it was the moon who told me lies,
gentle lies that lu...
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' that's disgusting...i want to try it. '
—CELENA WILSON WAS AT CAMP HALF-BLOOD ONCE AGAIN. Except this time, Thalia's tree was there but there was no Golden Fleece. This time, she was sitting at the campfire, watching the eternal flame dance.
Celena looked up, drawing her eyes away from the fire. She noticed how there were fewer campers—the year round campers—in camp. She stood up and walked to the Big House. Once again, no one seemed to notice her.
Celena smiled as she passed the volleyball court where an unclaimed camper and the daughter of Hermes were playing. But her smile quickly faded when she remembered that the unclaimed camper helped...the opposition during the war and the daughter of Hermes had died saving another camper's life.
As she neared the Big House, she heard muffled voices. She reached for the door knob to open the door but her vision blurred. Suddenly, she was inside the Big House, next to the Seymour who simply yawned. In front of her was Mr. D and Chiron.
Celena missed the two. She missed Chiron's overprotective nature and Mr. D's aloof-so-that-people-don't-think-I-care-about-them-when-actually-I-really-do-care-for-them nature. She missed arguing about the little things with Chiron and Mr. D backing her up even when she was wrong.
"She is a child," Chiron whispered, glancing at the ceiling, as if the gods above could hear that she was, in fact, a child. Chiron looked wary as he paced the small room. "Do not thrust her into this world."
Mr. D, sitting on the chair next to where Chiron would sit, frowned. He scratched his stubbly chin, taking a swig of his Diet Coke. "I agree with Chiron. Do not force a child to grow up in a world where children are forced to die at the hands of monsters."
Celena walked closer, stepping away from Chiron who was blocking her view of the third person. She nearly gasped and stumbled back. Her arm hit the wall behind her but no sound was came out of her mouth.
Sitting on the chair opposite to Mr. D was a woman, no older than 20. Her black hair was gathered back into a ponytail, revealing the silver eyes that Celena knew all too well. Here she was, leaning forward to glare at Mr. D who raised his brows at her, the great huntress. The goddess of the wild. Lady Artemis, or as Celena likes to call her, Bitch Mom Number 2.
"Do you not think I know that? I'm well aware that she is a child and if I could, I would name her as one of my hunters." Artemis sighed, shaking her head. "But, dire times calls for drastic measures to be taken."
