Food appeared on a long table and Annabeth volunteered to get something from it. She asked if Artemis wanted anything in particular, Artemis just shook her head.
"You might as well have a look." Annabeth dragged Artemis off with her and they stood there examing the nourishment that had been placed before them. It all smelt pretty good actually. It would have been relaxing - her step-father was always cooking and Artemis had learned to love the smells that emanated from the kitchen - if it wasn't for the fact that every pair of eyes in the vicinity had turned to her.
"Ignore them." Annabeth said whilst stocking their plates with food, "they'll get over it." Artemis wasn't entirely convinced. It was intensely creepy and she wished that Annabeth hadn't made her come along. They made it back to the table without incident - well, one stumble - and sat down. Annabeth repeated what she'd said before, but louder this time so campers nearby would take the hint and Percy just nodded along with her, he seemed preoccupied in the examination of the ballpoint in his pocket. Artemis knew it wouldn't get better, no matter how many times Annabeth repeated it; she knew people could turn hostile pretty quickly if they wanted to. It wasn't because she was a girl, or british, or had survived fourteen years without someone to protect her, but because of the prophecy and the implications behind it. Artemis wished that the glass jug from earlier could have served as a sacrifice as she saw people get up to make offerings to the gods. Could she at least make hers privately and not make a spectacle of herself?
Apparently not.The time had come.
Feeling as if she were taking 'a stroll around the block' she approached the fire. Percy and Annabeth made their offerings and started to wait for her. With dread, Artemis realised she was the last camper to offer any food and started to mentally kick herself. Gingerly she reached out and dropped a few, scarlet, juicy strawberries into the fire. 'Out of the pan and into the fire' as her mother would say. She hesitated. Started to breathe again. Then slowly walked over to where Percy and Annabeth were standing. That's when something hit her in the head, a few somethings actually. Not being too surprised, and feeling sick to the stomach, Artemis looked at the dusty ground to see what it was. The fire had spat out her offering to the gods.
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Greeks, Gods & Other Problems
Hayran KurguArtemis is new to everything: country, home, people, life. She was alienated at home, so when she moves she feels she can make a brand new start on things. Uh uh, the gods don't like that - at all. Will Artemis regret coming to Camp Half-Blood?
