Here is my last chapter (unfortunately) thanks to Nico. I will make it my best, I promise, as long as Nigel doesn't interrupt me like he did last time. It was my third day at camp at the campfire. We were all singing campfire songs. By my third day at Camp Half-Blood, I made some very good friends. My first friend was Will Solace. We have been friends ever since he came to talk to me on my first day. I made friends with Annabeth and Malcolm the next day.
I befriended Annabeth's boyfriend, Percy, today. My brother, Nigel, came to camp the day I was claimed, which was just in time! He was claimed two days later. At the campfire, we were done with a song, and all of a sudden, a weird symbol appeared over my head. It wasn't weird, I guess, since it was an owl. Chiron, our camp director says, "All hail Hunter, son of Athena."
Nigel didn't know who Athena was though. Annabeth and Malcom had to tell him that Athena is the goddess of wisdom, which got me really excited. The only bad thing about being a child of Athena is during capture the flag, the other team wins just because the children of Nike are on the team (that's you, Nigel.) My siblings and I think of this whole genius battle strategy, only for nothing, being beat by the opposing team. I am exceptionally glad since I am considered one of the smartest at camp without anyone bullying or even teasing me just a little. (Seriously, not even Nigel dares to tease me now.)
Anyway, everyone cheered gladly except for grumpy Mr. D. I now have two more siblings who have taken my favor over Nigel. (Not Nico, though. Nico is my absolute favorite.) All I have to say is too bad Nico was not there at the campfire when I was claimed. Also, one last thing, I hope my brothers don't make things too boring for you to read. Bye.
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☾ The Child of Artemis ☾
ФанфикшнThe first book of 🅃𝚑𝚎 🄼𝚊𝚕𝚎 🄷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏 🄰𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚜 🅂𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜. Ha! You really thought that Artemis was a maiden goddess for eternity? You are very wrong. Though it was no one's intention (except Aphrodite's,) Artemis'...
