Never Say Goodbye

Ari

Ari's POV
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"Come on, we're going to be late! And I bet someone in this cabin is going to be picked!" Juliet, my spoiled half sister, yelled into the cabin.

It was time for campfire. Not just any campfire, the campfire that would decide who the new 7 were. All the original seven and Nico, Calypso, and Reyna were coming. Everyone from camp Jupiter was also coming. Juliet didn't want to be picked, she just wanted a Roman boyfriend. I was already out of the cabin by the time Juliet had picked the dress she was going to wear.

"Hey Ari!" I heard Clarke coming from the Hephaestus cabin.
"Hey! Who do you think is going to be picked?" I asked.
"I honestly don't know, but we'll find out."

We freaked out the Roman kids with our campfire songs about grannies and armor for about 15 minutes before Chiron decided to announce the 7.

"The first is a Child of Hades..." He flipped the paper around. It was either Talib, Hartz, or Maji. No offense to them but kinda... unique names.
"Talib Gregory." Chiron announced, glancing around for him. Talib stood and walked next to the original seven. He seemed a little shocked. Hazel grinned and patted him on the shoulder.
The Roman director stood next.

"The next is a child of Victoria. Terice Refold." A tall girl around 16 walked over to the original seven.
Nike was Victoria's Greek form. I had lots of friends that were children of Nike. They were awesome to be around, but really competitive.

Chiron spoke again, "The next is a child of Aphrodite." I squinted. Did I hear him right? Aphrodite?
"Ari Yene" he continued.
My eyes widened and I rose to my feet, shocked. Did that just happen? I stood in front of the 7, still wondering if this was a dream.

"The next is a Child of Jupiter. Wilson Rice." A boy about fifteen rose and stood next to me. I was still processing what happened.
"That is the last Roman." I heard lots of sighs from the purple side of the campfire ring.

"The next is a child of Hephaestus." I held my breath. 'Please be Clark, please be Clarke.' I thought to myself.
"Clarke Frese." I mentally cheered as Clarke shakily rose to her feet and stood next to Wilson. Gosh, I'm lucky.

"The next is a child of Ares." I heard the ares kids elbowing each other and whispering about who it would be.
"Nick Martin." A tall boy in crutches limped over to us, confused.

"And last is a child of Posidion. Feather Poil." Oh, she was cool. She was one of my friends.
"If you were not picked, please go to dinner and return to your usual activities. Camp Jupiter, thanks for joining us. If you are a Roman please return to your director." Chiron said, addressing the whole camp. He then turned to us.

"Congratulations. I'll let you guys get to know each other." He grinned and left us with the original 7.
For a couple seconds of silence everyone just looked at each other.
"So um, who talks first? Do we talk first? you talk? No...I talk?" Clarke awkwardly said, breaking the silence.
"I like this kid. She's the one who also has the fire thing?" Leo grinned an turned to Clarke.
"That I am."