Flaws in Fanfics Percy Jackson Edition

Judgement #7

In her free time, Emilie had mostly always been seen sitting under a tree (or anywhere, really) reading an unknown book called Harry Potter.

Ooooh good girl

This was never really quite strange, not to her, for she was the daughter of Magic herself. Lots of times, other campers (such as the boy from the Ares Cabin, that girl from the Nike Cabin, so on and so forth) had tried to persuade her to walk over to the arena and fight with them. But, as always, she smiled, did a pushing hand-motion, and said "No thank you," In her light, airy voice.

I would do that too

One day, however, she wasn't seen readings her usual books. One day, she was walking at the edge of the Forest, a stick in her hand. Other people, who have seen her wave it around like some sort of crazy person,

Someday...Someday...

had just put their attention to somewhere else. Emilie was just odd, in that way. "Expecto Patronum," she whispered quietly, self-conscious and not wanting any attention, if she had yelled. She additionally pointed the "wand" at a stump. "Expecto Patronum," she said, just a little louder this time. Unfortunately, she didn't hear the pair of grassy footsteps coming towards her.

She squeaked loudly as a twig was broken right behind her. She whirled around quickly. "Petrificus Totaaaaaaa........lesssss. Oh, um, heyyyyy, uhhhh. . . Victorie is it, right?" She stuttered awkwardly as she recognized the girl from the Nike Cabin, a Celestial Bronze Sword at her side.

A few minutes later, for the first time ever, had Emilie been seen walking with the all-famous Victorie Gabriela Cortana, daughter of Nike, heading towards the Arena. She was still lightly blushing after that weak moment that damaged her pride and confidence. She only made small talk with the girl, and found, (lamenting,) that the trip to the Arena was taking much on her than it should have. Or maybe it was just her imagination, she didn't know.

"Hey," she said, after a long thought occurred in her mind. "Do you think, that this world, is actually real?"

I think not
We're all just players in some video game
Our actions are controlled through a controller
Invisible strings attached on to us
Our thoughts are not our own
Our decisions are another's
Puppets made to be played with.
Our dreams are mini games
When the console turns off...we are asleep