The Blood War (New Generation Of Demigods!)

Chapter Seven: Voldemort's Twin Is A Kidnapper

(Notice: The Author of this book is dying right now. Because in her country, THE HIDDEN ORACLE IS NOT YET AVAILABLE. (ಥ_ಥ) Fml)

--Chapter Seven: Voldemort's Twin Is A Kidnapper--

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Like an army of trained soldiers, everyone in the rec room bolted upright -- except for Zeke of course, who was fast asleep on the table, being the child of Hypnos that he was.

The Greeks and Romans dashed towards the door, nearly stepping on each other in the process.

Fred rolled his eyes at this, but he was too anxious to say anything. Instead, he grabbed his spear that he always kept near him. This time, he kept it under the table.

The spear was a four feet long weapon with a slim wooden shaft and a wickedly sharp, Imperial gold point, while Fred's real name was etched on it's wooden shaft.

Fred felt comfort as he gripped it firmly, he waited for all of them to exit the Big House.

Once everyone was out of the Big House, Fred nearly had a heart attack.

Surrounding the camp's borders we're an army of storm spirits---- venti ( or anemoi thuellai ,as the Greeks preferred it to be called).

Some looked more human than others (probably because of the mist or something). Others looked like horses, but most of them were your regular angry storm spirit, complete with a body of swirling black vapor, demonic looking black smokey wings, furious expressions and trademark scowls.

The venti we're hissing angrily, pounding on the invisible barrier that kept them out,  and for a moment, Fred could've sworn he saw a shadow running behind them, but it was so fast and dark, Fred thought he must've imagined it.

The Apollo cabin, a few skilled archers (he didn't know what cabin they were from) and two Romans that we're armed with bows and arrows tried to take them down, but they looked like they were having a hard time.

Fred was having a hard time too. The venti were causing strong gusts of wind here and there, causing a few campers to be knocked out of their balance, and crash to the ground, groaning and wincing in pain.

A few children of Jupiter --- or Zeus as they prefer it --, were trying their best to control the wind, but they were only about a dozen of them, and Fred knew that wasn't enough to stop a whole army.

"Fred!", Drake shouted, barely audible over the shouts of campers and the loud whizzing sound of the strong winds that came from the storm spirits.

He turned towards the raven-haired boy, who was panting heavily and cursing like there was no tomorrow.

"Oh, stynx", Drake swore, eyeing the enraged storm spirits. "What did the Zeus cabin do now?", he asked.

Fred raised an eyebrow at his statement, "Shouldn't I be asking you that?"

The son of Pluto--er, Hades, threw his hands up in exasperation, scowling as he replied, with venom in his voice. "It wasn't me this time!"

"This time?"

Drake ignored this, Fred knew why. This guy was like a magnet, attracting trouble where ever he went. The time they first met was when they held the annual Camp Jupiter vs. Camp Half-Blood capture the flag competition.

Instead of fighting each other, they had fought together against a giant scorpion that randomly appeared. Ever since then, they had become very close.

It was great friendship. Drake attracted trouble, and Fred gets the honor to kill it.

Simple.

Lu suddenly spoke from behind them, "The Golden Fleece!", she gasped in horror.