Those blue eyes. A.C x oc fem

3.4- Don't tell Annabeth

☆☆☆☆☆☆Victoire Avery☆☆☆☆☆☆

Two quests at once, that was new. First, Clarisse's secret quest and now the quest to save Annabeth. . . [What Grov? Oh, right] and to save Artemis.

But the thing was that The Oracle hadn't said a word about Annabeth, she'd come half a kilometer just to talk to Zoë, but The Oracle didn't say anything about my question. Not even a hint about Annabeth.

Soo, any guesses about how was I feeling?

Frustrated. Yes, what a surprise, eh?

So, in that moment, I was practicing my volley in my cabin. Everytime the ball would hit the ceiling, a lightining would appear on it.

"Vic," Thalia called. "Counselor meeting. C'mon."

I jumped from my bunk bed. You see, since Thalia and I are the only ones in the Zeus cabin, when she's at camp she's also the counselor. Annabeth likes to say that when she's at camp, she should be the only Head Counselor.

I sighed and we both got out to the cabin and started to walk to the Big House.

"What do you think Percy was thinking?" Thalia asked, annoyed. "He better not talk to me. He made us lose!"

"He's unpredictable, Thals. It's hard to know." I answered.

"Even for you?"

"Well, of course for me, too. We don't share a braincell." I said. "It only seems like it."

That got a smile. Then when we entered the rec room, it dissolved because Mr. Dumb drunk told Thalia to go call Peter Jonhson for Counselor meeting.

Thalia rolled her eyes and went upstairs.

The council was held round a ping-pong table in the rec room. Dionysus waved his hand and supplied snacks: Cheez Whiz, crackers and several bottles of red wine. Then Chiron reminded him that wine was against his restrictions and most of us were underage. Mr D sighed. With a snap of his fingers the wine turned to Diet Coke. Nobody drank that either.

Mr D and Chiron (in wheelchair form) sat at one end of the table. Zoë and Bianca di Angelo (who had kind of become Zoë's personal assistant) took the other end. Thalia, Percy and Grover and I sat along the right, and the other head councillors, Beckendorf, Silena Beauregard, Michael, Valen, Zane and the Stoll brothers, sat on the left. The Ares kids were supposed to send a representative, too, but all of them had got broken limbs (accidentally) during capture the flag, courtesy of the Hunters. They were resting up in the infirmary.

Zoë started the meeting off on a positive note. "This is pointless."

"Cheez Whiz!" Grover gasped. He began scooping up crackers and ping-pong
balls and spraying them with topping.

"There is no time for talk," Zoë continued. "Our goddess needs us. The Hunters must leave immediately."

"And go where?" Chiron asked.

"West!" Bianca said.

I was surprised at how different she looked after just a few days with the Hunters. Her dark hair was braided like Zoë's now, so you could actually see her face. She had a splash of freckles across her nose, and her dark eyes vaguely reminded me of someone famous, but I couldn't think who. She looked like she'd been working out, and her skin glowed faintly, like the other Hunters, as if she'd been taking showers in liquid moonlight.

"You heard the prophecy. 'Six shall go west to the goddess in chains.' We can get six hunters and go."

"Yes," Zoë agreed. "Artemis is being held hostage! We must find her and free her."