The Doctor and the Demigods of Rome

Demigods

Oceana sat in her bunk, typing furiously on her computer. Her blond hair was swept into a pony tail, making it appear like a waterfall of gold, ending in a burst of pink at the end.

“Oceana, you want to go play basketball?” Chance McMillan asked, popping his head into her empty cabin. All the other members of the cabin were out at the lake, enjoying free swim and canoeing. She, unlike her uncles and aunts, would rather spend her time doing research on the activities of New Rome and it’s army.

“Busy, Chase,” she said, using the nickname he preferred. If she was teasing him, as she often does, she would of called him Chance. He’s one of the few Roman demigods at Camp Half Blood, a son of Fortuna, goddess of luck. He stayed with his Greek siblings, children of Tyche.

He shoved his hands into his pant’s pockets. He walked outside, to find someone else to play basketball with him.

Oceana went back to her computer. She had recently discovered that New Rome was looking for a group of four fugitives who had escaped the coliseum. Two girls, two guys. The girls were both gingers, like Chase, but they came from Scotland. One of the guys was British, and the last one was Jason Grace.

Bing!

She looked at her phone, and picked it up to check her new text. Festus Inc. came up with a special smart phone about a year ago that permits demigods to contact another without notifying any monsters their whereabouts.

It came from somewhere in California. Had the Romans discovered that she has been spying on them for the past five years?

Call a war council. Now. -Annabeth

Jumping off the top bunk, Oceana put her laptop in her backpack. Her laptop never left her side, considering as it was the only connection she had left to her family.

“Chase, Cassandra, spread the word!” Oceana yelled, running up to two of her closest friends at camp. “War council meeting in five minutes.”

“Why?” Cassandra asked, putting her hand on her pink skirted hip. She was the girly girl of their four-some at camp, being always in pink and high heels. She can convince anyone to do almost anything, as long as it’s in their best interest.

“Annabeth just said to,” was her only response. She ran off in search of the other head counselors, leaving behind the two baffled demigods.

--LINE--

Eon Dusk kicked her legs up onto the table in front of her in the library. Cleo hated when she did that, so she put them down when Cleo shot a glare at her.

A book on the mummification was in her hands, her eyes scanning the pages casually. Walt Stone, Eye of Anubis, was having all his students do a report on mummification, which they all had a report on for school anyways.

And by all his students, they mean only Eon. She was so far the second ever person to follow the path of Anubis, and each of the elders that followed the path of the gods got to spend an hour a day with their students. So Walt and her had a lot of student teacher time.

Putting it down, she sighed. The project was going to be more difficult than she thought. She watches as the ten kids following the path of Isis ran up to one of the giant shabti ringing the library, and order a pizza for their party. They had finished their end of the magical term project the day before, so for presenting it to Walt’s wife, Sadie, they were going to throw a pizza party.

They got to work with nine other people each, while I have to mummify a body like an expert with no help what so ever. Eon thought. It wasn’t fair, in her opinion, but that’s what you get for being an Egyptian demigod.

“How’s it coming along?” Walt asked, suddenly appearing out of nowhere, like a shadow.

“Well, I found out what they do to the brain. When’s the mummification process going to begin?” Eon asked, sitting up and staring at her mentor.

“Tomorrow if you think you’re ready.”

Eon nodded. She’s done mummifications in her past with her dad. “I was born ready, Mr. Stone.”

Sadie Stone and Carter Kane, the original siblings who first followed the path of the gods, walked into the library, chatting casually. Sadie was making fun of Carter, as usual.

“Walt, can we talk for a second?” Carter asked, walking up to us.

“Sure.”

The trio walked out of the library. Eon pretended to be reading her mummification book, but she couldn’t seem to wrap her mind around it. Her parents have been telling her since birth that she wouldn’t of been alive if it weren’t for them meeting a certain demigod, and them learning how to protect her.

Are they talking about him now?

Eon shoved the book in her black backpack. It matched her typical black and gray clothes, except the backpack had a red outlining to it. She shoved her hand in her dark gray, zip-up hoodie, and clutched the mini scythe resting at the bottom of it. Her shirt was her usual skull shirt and black skinny jeans. Wearing black combat boots over her skinny jeans, she looked like everyone’s idea of an “emo” or “goth” kid. The only material item on her that didn’t sing our dark and mysterious was her golden bracelet, a gift from her uncle last time they met.

She had brown hair that, in the sunlight, looked like gold, just like her mother’s, which she pushed constantly back behind her ear.

She stepped out of the library, and caught Walt, Sadie, Carter, and Zia huddled together in a circle. They whispered amongst each other, and it was obvious on Sadie’s face that she wanted to yell.

She passed by the group to go to the terrace. She caught only one word, much to irritation.

“California”