Forgotten (a solangelo story)

Chapter XI

I swung my sword at the dummy as the unclaimed cabin entered.

I was at practice (obviously) with the unclaimed cabin, usually I would've had to join another cabins time table, most likely the Apollo but there where so many kids who had no idea who their godly parents where.

It made me slightly sad.

I was woken up with Jason's voice across the arena.

"Okay, okay! Settle down. Right today we are learning sword fighting again. I'm from the camp Jupiter, I am Roman not Greek. Does anyone wish to challenge one of the seven of the great prophecy?" I could tell that Jason was bragging jokingly, trying to scare some of the other campers, but I saw my hand slowly raise above my head.

"Ahh, Nico right. You think you've got enough sword fighting skills?" Jason asked smugly, thinking he was going to win.

I said nothing.

"Oh, your quite shy I see. Let's get started." Jason held his sword in front of him, ready for me to attack.

I knew better than to attack Jason first.

"Can we use godly powers?" I asked, knowing that I could beat him easily with the advantage.

"Wouldn't it be unfair on you?" We were still stood, ready for attack, moving slowly in a circle, like a vulture waiting for its prey to slowly die.

"Not really Jason." This was going to be fun, Jason's smug smile, I hate it, I hate it that they can think because I'm a 'new' camper that I can't match up to them.

"Alright then Nico, let's see what powers you've got,"I heard snickers across the arena, most demigods think I'm a son of a minor God, which doesn't mean I can't fight anyways. I saw lightning flicker in Jason's eyes, "Just to warn you, I'm a son of the big three."