𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞

Chapter 10

The screen turns on and the title appears.
'I Am Offered a Quest'

|Sereia: The next morning, Chiron moved me to cabin three. I didn't have to share with anybody. I had plenty of room for all my stuff: the Minotaur horn, one set of spare clothes and a toiletry bag. I got to sit at my own dinner table, pick all my own activities, call lights out' whenever I felt like it and not listen to anybody else. And I was absolutely 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 and a witch - I'd been separated out as if I had some rare disease. 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 daughter 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. The only campers who didn't push me away were Grover, Daphne and Astoria, which still surprised me, because they are in slytherin and are friends with Malfoy.|

The witches and wizards nod in agreement and look between Sereia, Daphne and Astoria.

|Sereia: 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. The only thing I could be somewhat happy about was the surprise I had when I woke up.|

She wakes up and sees a small black backpack and a book with one a full moon in the middle and two half moons on each side and other decorations on every side on the outside, with a card on her nightstand. She grabs the book with the card. She reads the card and smiles slightly. She places it to the side and it shows the writing.
'This is a spell book and a Magic bag where you never run out of space. Be careful with them. Don't tell anyone in the wizarding world about the Greek world, it would put them in danger.
Hecate, Goddess of magic, spells, the moon, the night, crossroads and ghosts'
She looks through the book before putting it back on the nightstand and walking out of the cabin.

Hermione and Ron look at each other now knowing why she didn't tell them. They look to Sereia who looks at them nervously. They smile and Sereia smiles back.

In the arena Luke and Sereia train with swords and flaming torches.
Luke: You're going to need all the training you can get. Now let's try that viper-beheading strike again. Fifty more repetitions.

|Sereia: Annabeth still taught me Greek in the mornings, but she seems distracted. Every time I say something, she scowls at me, as if I'd just poked her between the eyes.|

After lessons, Annabeth walks away muttering to herself.
Annabeth: Quest ... Poseidon? ... Dirty rotten ... Got to make a plan ..

Poseidon glares at Annabeth who winces.

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

Clarisse smirks at Sereia who shakes her head with a small smile.

Sereia walks to her cabin and finds a mortal newspaper dropped inside the doorway, a New York Daily News, opened to the Metro page. She takes it and walks in. She sits down on her bed and begins to read. She glares at the page.