ANGELA POV : THE NEW CAMPER

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Everyone was gathered around the new camper that arrived a few moments ago. So far, it hasn't gone well. The new camper had bit Katie Gardener, she was in the infirmary! Everyone asked me to go talk to her and maybe make her stop biting people. I walked to the Hermes cabin where she was staying, she wasn't claimed by her godly parent. "Hello?" I asked as I walked in. Suddenly, the camper was at my face. 'Holy cow! She is fast!' I thought. "Why are you here?" she asked "It's bad enough that they brought me here". "Um, my name is Angela" I murmured "And I'm sorry they brought you here. Where did you used to stay?". The girl slowly backed away and mumbled "No, no, no, I don't talk to people". "Huh? We are here to help you, not to hurt you" I assured her. "No, Amelia only takes orders from Lupa" she mumbled. "Amelia? Is that your name?" I asked her again. "No, no, NO!" she yelled as she smashed the flower vase. She ran to the window and began to scratch at it. Her nails were as sharp as a knife. Other than that, she was pretty. Not the 'makeup and magazines' type of pretty. The 'down to earth' pretty describes her. She had dark red hair at the tips, but black at the roots. She wore a winter coat and hood, even though it was spring. Her eyes were black, but mostly silver like the moon. "Hey, any chance you were blessed by Artemis?" I asked. "Artemis, stealer of the moon. Mother was very upset" mumbled Amelia. Wait, the only other goddess that controlled the moon was, the wolf goddess. "Amelia, by any chance, is your mom Lupa?" I questioned. Amelia stopped scratching. Before I knew it, She was inches away from my face. "How do you know mother?" she asked, clearly calmed down. "Amelia-" I gasped. The symbol of the moon appeared above her head. She started to grow a tail, and before I could react, her fangs grew to the size of my index finger. "My name is Amelia, daughter of Lupa and goddess of werewolves" hissed Amelia. Her hair seemed to grow longer and longer, until it kind of looked like fur. Her black eyes sooned turned red and glowed. Her ears grew longer until it looked like dog ears. "Amelia must go to Camp Jupiter before chaos is struck" she snapped "And I will need your help". She struck her claws at me, obviously trying to kill me. I deflected the claws and summoned a wave of water. "Stop, Amelia must stop" said Amelia, trying to calm down. Her eyes turned back to black. Her fur turned into a messy bunch of hair. Her tail still stayed where it was though. The water passed right through her as if she was a ghost. "Water won't harm wolves" she claimed "Only silver or fire". "Stop Amelia" I charmspeaked. Piper had taught me how. "Amelia detects sorcery in your words" she said "Bring me to Camp Jupiter and I won't kill you". I laughed out loud. "How would I know you are saying the truth?" I asked. "I swear on the River Styx I will keep my promise" she said as she put her hand to her heart. "Fine, I guess it's time you met the others" I said.

    "So you are saying you keep the werewolves from attacking the romans?" asked Piper "I have a boyfriend there and I know he would tell me if a werewolf goddess was keeping all the chaos contained". "Amelia only does half of the job, Lupa does the rest" Amelia claimed "Lupa gets the credit". "Then how come he has never spoke of you?" questioned Piper. Amelia laughed a cold, screechy, laugh. "Lupa choses to keep Amelia hidden, away from mortals who think they can do whatever they want with me" she waved her hand around camp "Like this". "Anyway, Amelia keeps the bad werewolves from escaping into New Rome. If they realize they are free-" she shuddered "Amelia gets destroyed and her poor children die as well". "Lupa keeps Amelia hidden because if the mortals find out her weakness is-" she shivered and her face turned even more pale, if that was possible. "It's ok Amelia" assured Annabeth "You can tell us". "Her-her weakness is-is love" she ran to the little werewolves' room as she said the last word.


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