Rilaya Oneshots

Demigod

I was going through some old documents on my computer and found this one shot. I figured I might as well publish it (even if it's somewhat terrible), seeing as I don't have any new parts to publish for any other story.

I was seven when I first made the trip to Camp Half-Blood. I was running up the stupid hill with my friend who turned out to be a satyr. The infamous hill, the hill that has beauty but no new demigod sees it on their first time as they're always being chased by a monster. I, myself, was being chased by a particularly nasty hellhound.

I ended up getting a bite on my leg, but I survived. I killed the hellhound, my first ever kill as a demigod. I remember that same night at the infirmary, when Chiron had forced me to come to the campfire with everyone else (even though I was injured). I was claimed. I remember Chiron's booming voice "Maya Hart, daughter of Hermes!"

My first year at camp was rather lonely. I made a couple friends but that's all they were: friends (barely). I felt like I couldn't talk to them, I couldn't spill all my secrets to them, I couldn't be myself. That was, until Farkle Minkus came around when I was eight.

I was sitting at the Hermes table with the rest of my half-siblings, being the outlier once again. I listened to the loud, rambunctious laughter of everyone else, something that I never participated in.

A loud scream emitted through the night, startling everyone. I grabbed my sword (which was almost bigger then me) and headed to the hill with everyone else, prepared for a fight. There was a small boy with a dagger, trying to fend off the Minotaur. I don't know what overcame me, but I had a sudden urge to help the boy. Ignoring the shouts of everyone else telling me to stop, I joined in with the boy. Together, we defeated the Minotaur, much to the shock of everyone else. I mean, we were little kids after all.

Bonded by the fight, he introduced himself as Farkle Minkus. Later, he was claimed by Athena. In the couple hours I had known him, I had no doubt that he was a son of Athena, the boy radiated intelligence.

Skip to two years later and Farkle and I were possibly the best of friends. He was my only true friend and I was content with that. That was, until Lucas Friar came around. His trip up the hill was slightly better than most. He was dragging an unconscious satyr up the hill, having already fought the monster. He ended up being claimed by Apollo.

For whatever reason, I really don't know, I somehow became friends with him. And finally, when I was fifteen, I met her. The Roman demigods were taking their annual trip to Camp Half-Blood to catch up with us Greeks.

I was sitting at my table, Lucas and Farkle by my side (we discarded the rule of sitting with our cabin, not like it really mattered, no one seemed to care).

"So, are you ready to meet more Romans?" Farkle asks, stealing some bacon from my plate.

I scowl at him, slapping his hand away. "I could care less about them, it doesn't really matter." I shrug.

"Here they are." Lucas says. We watch as the Romans pile into the Mess Hall, one after another in an orderly fashion. My breath stops when I see her; she was gorgeous. I watch her closely as she glances around at her, flushing when she catches me staring.

Lucas and Farkle notice the exchange, smirks appearing on their face. "You know, for someone who claims to not care about Romans, you sure seem to love looking at that girl." Lucas chuckles. I glare at him, punching him on the shoulder. "Ow!" Lucas protests, rubbing the sore spot.

The Romans begin sitting at different tables, intermingling with us Greeks. I pray to the Gods that she sits with us and someone must've heard it because she begins making her way over to us.