The Fates Were Here

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

A year ago...

Twila stood on the roof of the Athena cabin, a dangerous feat for someone who could barely walk in a straight line. She was doing her best to see above the treetops, in hopes of getting a glance of the skyline of the nearby city.

She fumbled with the pockets of her jacket, pulling out halves of broken pencils and chocolate wrappers. Cursing when she came up empty handed. She must have left her glasses in her bunk. 

Her grey eyes glinted in the early evening light and she supposed she ought to get down before it was too dark to see in front of her without her glasses. Sliding down the panels, her heart speed up as she reached the edge of the roof.

Content for the moment she swung her legs, hitting the top part of the cabin. Her eyes immediately went over to the nearby Artemis cabin that began to slowly glow silver as the sun disappeared behind the tree tops.

The Hunters of Artemis.

They hadn't been around for nearly a decade, to recruit at Camp Half-Blood. And it seemed to be common knowledge that Twila would jump at the first chance to join.

Maybe it was the pride she took that she knew all the science behind the bow. Maybe it was because she spent years building up the arm strength needed to draw a bow and fire. That she spent hours studying forms from textbooks and matching it until it was perfect. Or maybe it was the simple fact that on the green army jacket she wore everyday on top of her camp shirt, along side her Doctor Who and band buttons, was a large silver pin that said in bold black letters: FUTURE HUNTER OF ARTEMIS.

When the silver stars began to shimmer in the sky, Twila averted her gaze from the sky as a large moon, nearly full peeked through the trees.

She climbed down the roof at once and landed right in front of the door with a groan from the wood underneath and slipped into the cabin, doing her best not to knock over the metal trash can beside the door.

No success, she winced as the trash can fell over making a clang far too loud and lasting far too long. She was fourteen years old, yet she had absolutely no coordination whatsoever, and as she constantly reminded the younger kids in the cabin, it takes a considerable amount of skill to trip over flatsurfaces, at this point she would proudly stick out her chest, and place her dark hands on her hips before saying that this was a skill she proudly possess. It always got a laugh out of them, and the thought of that brought a faded smile to her face as she righted the trash can.

Thank the gods she was the cabin head or she'd be screwed. On that matter, she also had no idea why exactly she was the head of a whole cabin. She was a klutz, and not even half a genius compared to her siblings. They got mathematical equations, and she got arts, and an ability to make capture the flag plans that nobody listened to. She wasn't half bad with a sword or bow, but again nothing compared to the rest of the cabin.

It didn't matter if she'd been stuck there for fourteen years after her father dumped her on camp's borders. She was a freak. She didn't know why, but she was. Some horrible demigod curse of sorts.  She didn't even know what she was. She might have seniority, but she definitely wasn't qualified. But Camp didn't care about that. She had half a mind to think they felt sorry for her.

She climbed up the ladder on the wall and swung into her bunk. It creaked underneath her and the girl below her groaned, and shoved a pillow over her head.

"Let's see now where've you gone..." She searched the blankets and came up with a black glasses case. Out of it she pulled out a pair of black glasses, the sides celestial bronze and the moonlight glinted across the edge of the glass.