~Chapter Four : Mr.D the Mouth and the hopefully not a prophecy~
(Chapter is not edited and also very rushed)
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Gwendolyn wiped away the sweat on her forehead and redid her red hair into a pony tail.
She huffed, and placed her practice sword back in the armory. She sighed in exhaustion. Sword Training was a pain , thankfully, Jonathan --the trainor-- had some important business to attend to, so he dismissed them thirty minutes early.
And after those thirty minutes, Gwen had to deal with another activity that was almost as hard and exhausting as Sword Training.
Archery.
Planning to rest for a while, she trudged out of the armory, about to go to beach to relax, when she spotted a familiar figure getting chased by a pair of mischievous little kids.
"GWEN!!!",Wilbur screeched, like a banshee. He was waving his hands like a lunatic while getting chased by the two cousins. "HELP ME!!!", he screamed, dodging a flying pie.
Gwen glanced at the two pie-armed Stolls wearily. One of them had a bow and quiver slung over her shoulder. Gwen recognized that it was Wilbur's bow and quiver, which was fully armed with arrows.
This did not look pretty.
"GWWWEEEEN!!!"
Gwen just sent him an apologetic smile and rushed away before the Stolls could change their minds and attack her instead. And believe her, she did not want to get covered by pie and paint.
Though, thr Stolls didn't look eager to use the paint gun they had in their silver backpacks. Which she knew they had stolen from the Hunters.
How? She didn't know.
The redhead heard Wilbur curse in Ancient Greek behind her, as he continued to be chased around by the two little kids, both scowling and calling him a 'scardy cat'.
She felt sorry for him.
While walking towards the beach, the hairs on her neck suddenly pricked and her shoulders tensed as thunder rumbled above her. She suddenly felt as if something was wrong.
She realized the others sensed it too, because a few nearby campers stopped in their tracks a confused and anxious expression on their faces.
Suddenly, a pained, masculine scream echoed through the air, accompanied by a few gruesome growls. The whole camp froze, even the Stolls stopped dead in their tracks, just to look at the lone figure standing beside Thalia's tree.
Who collapsed with a pained groan.
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Thirty minutes later, half the camp had already surrounded the figure, who was lying on the ground, under the shade of Thalia's tree, in a heap of injured limbs and bruised skin.
The unconsious person looked about seventeen. His fair blonde hair was sticky with blood and sweat and his olive skin, was almost entirely covered in bruises and splotched with blood. He wore a bright orange Camp Half-Blood shirt, which was stained with dried blood, and ripped jeans. He was missing one shoe.
Gwen didn't recognize him, but a few campers did.
"Is that Clarck?"
"Impossible!"
"But it is!"
By hearing those words, Gwen realized who it was.
It was Clark Anderson, one of the many scouts Chiron sent out to find the missing demigods.
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The Blood War (New Generation Of Demigods!)
Fanfiction******* It had been twenty years since the Giant War and there has been recent reportings of missing demigods from both camps. At first,nobody questioned it.Until the number of missing demigods grew and grew. Concerened,Chiron sent out scouts to inv...
