Curse of Acceptance | Percy Jackson & The Olympians | Heroes Of Olympus |

Chapter 1

TARGETER

I stood on the hill before the borders of Camp Half-Blood. No amount of scouts or sentries could see me and monsters couldn't even smell my scent at all. No one except my master could find me when I did not wish to be found.

My mind was recalling pieces of the past I had determinedly buried in my mind. A past I wished wholeheartedly to forget. A breeze blew by bringing the smell of the sea and the scent of the trees. My cloak, with its hood up, shadowed my whole face rendering it invisible. The material was pitch black and it contained several hidden weapons. The cloak rippled as the wind grew stronger. I shook myself out of my stupor and collected my thoughts. I wasn't going to announce myself in the dead of the night. The Olympian council would freak out and shoot me first rather than talk. Mostly Zeus but.... Maybe their tempers would be better if they had a full night of uninterrupted sleep.

In the meantime perhaps I could go sightseeing? I hadn't been here for a long while after all. I disappeared in a soft purple glow and appeared the next moment on a plateau on a high mountain. I had no idea whose house this was that I intruded in with a nice lawn overlooking a sheer drop with the perfect scenery but I wasn't planning on being arrested for trespassing. I clicked my fingers once and to mortals or rather non magical humans, I was invisible.

I sat on the edge of the cliff trying to think what trouble could have befallen the mighty eye roll Olympian Council to the extent that I had to personally introduce myself rather than work in the background like always. On that note, why hadn't Chaos said anything when he talked to me earli- necromancers! Why hadn't I thought of it? My master didn't tell me about the problem. Did that mean that he didn't know or was just playing his games as usual? Nonetheless it was vital to get information from him so I wouldn't look like a fool in front of several gods the next morning.

I dusted my hands and held my right palm facing upwards. A feather containing a message that I had recorded in my mind was floating there. I flicked my palm upwards and the feather disappeared. Perhaps that was enough sightseeing for the night. I had too much to think about.

I teleported back to the edge of camp half-blood and sighed. A snap of my fingers and a camouflaged hammock appeared. I lay on it hoping to catch a quick catnap.

Let's just say catnapping in a place that you are afraid of is not restful. I woke up extremely grumpy and annoyed at my master to have sent me to this godforsaken place. I rolled onto my side before remembering that I was not on a bed but in a hammock. Whump, I fell off. Luckily, I had a habit of placing my hammocks very high to prevent whatever it was that wanted to attack me from below. So I had plenty of time to twist my body straight and land lightly on my feet courtesy of a touch of magic. My annoyance doubled when I found my cloak slightly wrinkled. Fixing it with magic was nothing more than a thought but the sight of it added with my less than happy feelings did not help. I wasn't the sort who was crazy over their appearance and needed everything to be spotless, it was just annoyi- ugh I needed to pull herself together. Perhaps I could have some breakfast and cobble together the things I needed before going into that idiotic camp.

Breakfast. In short, breakfast was a disaster. My mind was obviously on something else and I spilled, dropped and messed up everything. First I broke the bowl I had conjured and carried as I made a table appear. As I glared at the bowl, in the back of my mind, I was already doing protection spells. I had done the spells so often that I no longer needed much attention to it. These spells would serve to make me soundproof, invisible, and basically make me vanish off the surface of the earth with nobody being able to find me save for my master. The broken bowl I was glaring at repaired itself and floated onto the table where it landed with a thump. I then conjured a bottle of milk and started pouring it into the bowl, sadly, with its cap still on. After a minute of staring into space, I became aware that the bowl had not overflowed and saw that the cap had not been opened. I snapped at it saying" Well if you're so smart, pour the milk yourself" which the bottle contrived to pop the cap and tip itself to pour the correct amount of milk. Next I tried to conjure a box of cereal and a spoon at the same time but again I bungled it. The spoon somehow stuck itself at the bottom of the box and poked through causing all the cereal to fall onto the ground. I sighed in exasperation. Demeter would be proud, I thought, at the amount of cereal that I wasted just because it's cereal.