Goddesses and giants (a percy Jackson Fanfic) (ON HOLD)

Chapter 6

AN: Just wondering, do you think i should do some other peoples' P.O.Vs like Piper for example? Opinions please...

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own any PJ characters, except for Lily and Ash. They otherwise belong to Rick Riordan

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I trudged over to cabin 11 with a disgruntled scowl. As I slung my backpack onto a spare bed, the boys gave me identical cheeky grins and I grimaced. 'Okay Cabin 11, line up and head out' called  Travis. I rolled my eyes and followed him to the dining pavillion. 

We sat down at the Hermes table and were served our dinner by wood nymphs who lived in the forest. I caught sight of Piper and Jason and waved. Jason was sat by himself on a table and I felt a bit sorry for him, but he didn't seem to mind too much. I suddenly realised that everyone else on my table had got up and were making their way to the large braziers at the front. 'Whats going on?' I asked a kid next to me.

'Every meal time, we sacrifice some food to the gods to show our gratitude', he explained. I nodded but it seemed a bit strange. Why would a god like the smell of burning food? I shrugged to myself and scraped some food into the fire. I gasped, the smell was wonderful, like something fresh and natural, which I couldn't quite put my finger on. I grinned and walked back to my table sighing.

When we had finished eating Chiron stood in front of us and called to get our attention. At the head table I saw some other satyrs like Ash and a short plump guy in a leopard print shirt. I flinched, did this guy have no fashion sense? 'Who's that?' I hissed, nudging the dude next to me again.

'Mr. D', he replied shuddering. At the puzzled look on my face, he explained, 'He's a god but he did something to really cheese of Zeus, who exiled him here. His punishment is being our Camp Director. You do not want to get in his bad books...' The guy trailed off, muttering something about kitchen duty and lava. Now that I thought about it, Mr. D did seem to give off some kind of powerful but menacing aura. I supressed a shiver and turned back to Chiron, who was saying;

'Capture the flag will start in ten minutes. Go and get your armour on and make your bases. Ares Cabin are our current champions-' He was interupted as a table full of ugly, buff kids, who looked like the bullys of all the schools I'd ever been at, started whooping and grunting. Urgh, pig language. Chiron continued, 'And lets see if we can change that. Good luck campers!'

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Heya, so I just thought I'd say that I'm from England and as this is set in America I thought I'd try and make it sound realistic. Apologies if I say something weird :S 'Tallyho' to any brits reading this xx So comment-vote-fan and I'll dedicate the next chapter to whoever comments first. Peace out percy jackson lovers xx