The Blood War (New Generation Of Demigods!)

Chapter Six: Demigod blood and Camp Jupiterians

--Chapter Six: Demigod Blood and Camp Jupiterians--

(Un-edited, rushed and well... a bit crappy)

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Drake hated meetings, and he hated missing his free period even more.

He was supposed to be having his beauty sleep right now. Not that he needed it or anything.

Drake chose to believed that he looked as fabulous as always. With or without his beauty sleep.

But that doesn't mean he didn't want i

Sighing, he swept that thought aside and recalled what had happened.

After the incident with Alexia and Clarck, the campers completely lost it. They started panicking, and whispering amongst each other.

Apparently, they didn't like the 'to savage beasts, the camps unfurl', line.

Drake huffed and fired another ping pong ball at the wall using his ping pong padle. It bounced off the wall and would have hit him in the eye if he hadn't ducked.

Lucille snorted, "Even your aim at pingpong is terrible"

Drake rolled his eyes and ignored her (because she didn't deserve his attention, she wasn't Fab enough).

The dark-haired camper was bored out of his mind. For a moment, he was tempted to feed Seymour (the leopard head) some ping pong balls, but he knew that would just enrage Mr.D. And he didn't really want to be turned into a dolphin, again.

And if ever Mr.D would grant Seymour a body, Drake would probably be it's number one target.

Suddenly, Chiron came into the room, accompanied by Wilbur and a few other campers.

Wilbur sat down beside Drake looking tense.

Chiron stood in his centaur-form at the head of the table. "Cabin counselors, and visitors", he glanced at the visitors from Camp Jupiter, who sat down amongst the campers. "I think you may know why we have called you to this meeting"

They all nodded, they all knew why they we're here.

Chiron looked grim. "The two --Clark and Alexia-- are currently unconscious at the infirmary. But Wilbur asurred me that they're fine and will wake up soon----"

He was cut off as Mr.D suddenly appeared beside him, accompanied with the fresh scent of grapes.

"Hello peasants", he greeted, looking as grumpy and fat as always. He sighed and mumbled something about being missing a party and how being Camp director was a horrible job.

The wine god sat down at the other end of the ping pong table.

Drake hated this guy. He was always so lazy and his faced looked so punchable......

Drake sighed under his breath. He can't wait for thirty more years. He wished that Zeus would stop being such a drama queen and send this lousy excuse for a god back to Olympus.

Mr.D was also was another reason Drake hared meetings.

For the last four years Drake had been here, he had been used to sitting around in his cabin eating sandwiches, while Ruby --the former head counselor of his cabin-- went to the meetings to represent the Hades cabin.

Yes, he was a child of Hades.

Deal with it.

But ever since Ruby had went on the expedition  to find the missing demigods, he -- being the one who stayed in camp the longest  -- was honored with the title of 'new counselor'.