The Trojan Camp

Chapter Seventeen

Chase's P.O.V.

      What is a good way to say this, but it's time for what I thought would never happen you may remember when Sera pulled me out yesterday, it was to tell me horrifing news. No, no one died or was injured, but a tradegy struck me. Rainor my horse, no he did not die if you were wondering, no he was not hurt, maybe he is. Anyway, he ran away when another camper forgot to lock the gate to his stall, from what I heard was he ran away into the night. I will not be revealing who that camper was because a path of vengance will burn in front of many of you, but to the majority you will not care. 

Briar's P.O.V.

     Enough of trying to get sympathy. Onto the story. It was time for the weekly campfire sadly most of the camp could not attend being there was a bout of sickness going around, so only maybe ten to fifteen campers came this week.

      "It is time we decide what to do with this sickness, whether to try and contain it or let it die out", Ms. Avila says to us 

      
      "I say we contain it so it cannot spread", shouts out the bellowing voice of the daughter of Ares Aria Lowe.

       "No we must let it die out on its own, it will leave when it wishes to", Alec Whittmen of the Hepheastus cabin points out.

      That debate went on for about thirty minutes until Mr. Cross stopped it from getting out of hand. He had to stop it just when it was getting interesting, Aria and the son of Doinysus Ian were getting into fighting stances, but Ian kept wabling and almost falling over a few times.

      "We have come to a descision. The diasease must find its own way out of camp, containing it might make it worse", Mr. Yates says to the maybe fourteen of us there.

      Sera's P.O.V.

      Being sick stinks, especially when it is campfire night and no one else in your cabin is sick. Lucky for me Adalyn wanted to stay back with me and watch over me to make sure nothing happened to me. Later in the night the rest of our cabin came in with news of the sick ness telling Adalyn that the camp leaders were doing nothing to stop the sickness, and that only around fifteen of the camp remained untouched by our father's rage.

      "It's time to sleep Sera you have been up all day now and you are sick, you must sleep", Dominic says to me as the boys get out of the bathroom.

      Soon after that I drift into the world that most of us call Dreamland, but because of my father being Apollo I sometimes get visions of the future, tonight I only get one word Kiss. What could that mean, normally I get pictures not words.