EVARA // wtm (DISCONTINUED)

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ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴏꜰꜰᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴀ Qᴜᴇꜱᴛ (ᴘᴛ.1)

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The next morning, Chiron moved me to cabin three.

I only had to share it with Astrea. I had plenty of room for all my stuff: the Minotaur's horn, one set of spare clothes, and a toiletry bag. I got to sit at the basically empty dinner table with my sister, Astrea picked all our activities (thank the gods) and called "lights out" whenever she felt like it, and I didn't have to listen to anybody else except her. 

And it was great and all. But i also felt miserable.

Just when I'd started to feel accepted, to feel I had a home in cabin eleven and I might be a normal kid—or as normal as you can be when you're a half-blood—I'd been separated out as if I had some rare disease. And as much as she tried not to show it, i could tell that Aster wasn't happy about this. And it hurt.

"You know that I wasn't unhappy about you actually being my brother right?" Astrea questioned Percy, a guilty look in her eyes

"I know that now. Don't worry sis"

Nobody mentioned the hellhound, but I got the feeling they were all talking about it behind my back. The attack had scared everybody. It sent two messages: one, that I was the son of the Sea God; and two, monsters would stop at nothing to kill me. They could even invade a camp that had always been considered safe.

The other campers steered clear of me as much as possible. Cabin eleven was too nervous to have sword class with me after what I'd done to the Ares folks in the woods, so my lessons with Luke became one-on-one. He pushed me harder than ever, and wasn't afraid to bruise me up in the process.

"You're going to need all the training you can get," he promised, as we were working with swords and flaming torches. "Now let's try that viper-beheading strike again. Fifty more repetitions."

"Well that definitely came in handy" said Will while looking at Percy who shrugged

Annabeth still taught me Greek in the mornings, but she seemed distracted. Every time I said something, she scowled at me, as if I'd just poked her between the eyes.

After lessons, she would walk away muttering to herself: "Quest ... Poseidon? ... Aster.....prophecy... Got to make a plan ..."

Even Clarisse kept her distance, though her venomous looks made it clear she wanted to kill me for breaking her magic spear. I wished she would just yell or punch me or something. I'd rather get into fights every day than be ignored.

"Really? I'd rather be ignored than get into fights" spoke Luna. She was sitting next to Will and had her head on his shoulder.

"That's because you're better than everyone else Little Moon" said Astrea as she leaned across Will (who was on her right) and held Luna's hand in hers.

The Lovegood girl just beamed at her future step-mother.

I knew somebody at camp resented me, because one night I came into my cabin and found a mortal newspaper dropped inside the doorway, a copy of the New York Daily News, opened to the Metro page. The article took me almost an hour to read, because the angrier I got, the more the words floated around on the page.

ʙᴏʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴍɪꜱꜱɪɴɢ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ꜰʀᴇᴀᴋ ᴄᴀʀ ᴀᴄᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛ