Campfire Claiming

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(Listened to this while writing, listen to it you want)New chapter, I hope you liked the last one! We'll be meeting our McShizzle soon! 

I set my things on my sleeping bag in the Hermes Cabin, sighing, and accidentally bumping into Wren, who is wiggling her eyebrows at me. "Girl, we haven't even been here for a week and you're already pulling." I roll my eyes, "Wren, with my luck, he's either gay or he has a girlfriend." Winnie chuckles, "You're being ridiculous, I saw the way he looked at you." I shrug, finally taking in my surroundings. 

"Come on now guys, you don't want to miss the campfire do you?" Their eyes widen, and they both exclaim, "I almost forgot!" They glare at each other, speaking in unison, "Stop that! No you stop! Why are you doing this?!" I place my hand on each of their shoulders and shake them a little. "Stop your bickering so we can go see if we'll get claimed tonight." They take a moment, and Winnie sighs, nodding. 

"Sorry." She holds out her hand for our three-way secret handshake, and I grin and join my hand with hers and Wren's. "All better now?" I ask Winnie."Yeah, come on." We link arms and saunter along, making it to the bonfire and looking for seats. To my dismay, we couldn't find more than two seats next to each other, so I sat on my own a bench away from the twins. 

They pout and reach out their arms at me, wiggling their fingers. I trace a finger down my cheek from my eye, mimicking a tear falling. Unfortunately, I wasn't looking where I was going, and my back hits someone's chest, making me and the person stumble. 

I turn around, apologies already spilling out of my lips. "Oh my gods I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to-" "Watch it!" "I said sorry!" I shoot them an annoyed glare, walking off to find an empty seat.

I sit down on a bench, the warm night air buzzing with excitement. Reflecting this, the fire turns a few different colors and grows a little bit. I stare at the fire, pondering who my godly parent could possibly be.  I think to myself, I suppose my mother was my mortal parent, and l do like archery, maybe it's Apollo. 

I'm suddenly pulled out of my thoughts by upbeat music, and one of the campers starts singing a few verses of Hit the Road Jack, clapping along to the beat like someone's mom in a church. 

I make eye contact with Winnie, and she smiles at me, clapping along, and subtly pointing at Wren, who is up and dancing as if there's no tomorrow. 

The Apollo campers finish another round of songs, and just as the music starts up for another one, the crowd murmurs and whispers, staring in Winnie and Wren's direction. I follow their gazes to a golden sickle with a few sheathes of wheat hovering above the twins' heads. A grin crosses my lips, and I make my way over to them. 

Chiron raises his hands, motioning for the campers to quiet down, saying, "Demeter, goddess of grain and agriculture. Mother of Horses. Hail Wren and Winnie Lotry, Daughters of the Grain Goddess." 

They beam at me, and Wren exclaims, "I guess we know why dad stretched the importance of us going on his agricultural trips!" I nod. "It all makes sense now doesn't it?" 

Suddenly the camp goes quiet again, and people are murmuring and pointing above my head. I hear whispers of "It can't be, I thought Percy and Tyson were his only kids!" "Who would've thought?-", and,"another one, in the same night?"  

Some people's eyes widen, and I furrow my brows in confusion, then look up to see the faint outline of a trident. Chiron trots forward, and the campers start to kneel, still whispering and murmuring among themselves. 

He announces, "Poseidon, Earthshaker, Stormbringer, Father of Horses. Hail Y/N Y/LN, Daughter of the Sea god." 

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