Daughter of Olympus

FESTUS POV : A GODDESS?

I mean, she is pretty enough to be a goddess, but still! It all started when I saw a girl, about 14, making a hook out of metal. There is nothing better than a girl that is pretty, and doesn't mind about getting down to work. I wanted to approach her, but what would I say? A simple 'Hey!' would have been fine, but I was 14 ok?! While I was busy of thinking of what to say, she came to me instead. "Hello?" she asked "Were you staring at me?". "Umm, kabodell" I mumbled. What in the Hades was that?! Kabodell?! "Huh?" she said, cocking her head. Damn that's cute, sorry, getting off topic. "Anyway, want to help me make a crowbar?" she asked. I nodded. Even though I'm not good with people, I prefer a machine. Making a crowbar was as easy as a toddler making a thanksgiving turkey, easy as a pie. I took the piece of metal in her hand and bent it, ever so slightly. "Wow, you are gifted" she said as she admired it. "I guess you have to go home now" I said. She looked so embarrassed, did she blush? "Um, I guess I can stay longer" she said, giving me the hint. That shock hit me like a brick. Her, homeless? "Nicholas Taylor, get your butt over here!" yelled my grandma. "Coming Abuela! Sorry have to go" I sighed as I put my hands into my pockets. "Oh ,ok . My name is Angela" she said. We started to see each other everyday, until one night. My Abuela had passed away. I slowly wept and wept. She was my only family. The police tried to take me to an orphanage, but I ran away the next day. Angela took me from Queens to Manhattan. We were homeless for about 2 years. We were doing fine, but Percy and Annabeth had to butt in. She told us we were demi-gods, that my dad was Hephaestus. That would make sense, with my connection with machines. But that got me thinking about my Mama. She was pretty, with pale skin, black hair, and electric blue eyes. I vaguely remember her voice, only her singing the song 'rockabye baby'. I also remember a fat english bulldog licking my face. We lived in south africa, it was a bad idea. One day, our house got hijacked. The robbers took everything, and my mom tried to protect me. That cost her life. That is what my abuela told me. I moved to Queens,New York, with my grandma.

Ok, Angela was a goddess, yada yada. This just lowered the chance of being with her. I wanted the old Angela back, the one I could rely on. Now she spends most of her time with Piper or Annabeth. I just lye on the back of the bed and stare at the wall. I miss Mama. I know that is ridiculous, being that I don't remember her. I just missed my old life. I missed running from the police with Angela. I missed my friday afternoons with my abuela. I missed Mama singing 'rockabye baby' to me every night. I missed having not a care in the world. Ever since I had that "talk" with Annabeth about Hephaestus powers, the hole in my heart just widened and widened. Why can't I talk to Angela about my feelings? I'm just afraid. I mean, there is a new kid at camp, I could ask her out? It'll keep my mind off Angela. Ok, i'm going to try. I walked out of my cabin to the lake. I see the new camper, she is cute. But Angela is standing in front of her. Shoot, she saw me. "Festus!" she yelled "Over here!". Shoot, her hair is flying out in different directions, making her look even better. Her denim jacket covered up the scars and bruises of the different fights we went through with tough guys, in Manhattan. "Hey Festus, this is Amelia, the new camper" she waved at the girl. She turned and whispered to the girl. I'm not sure but i think she said "Remember what I said ". "Hey Amelia" I mumbled "And Angela of course". Angela looked hurt, but hid it. "I'm sorry, do you want privacy?" said Angela in a sarcastic tone. "Actually, yeah"I said as I scratched my head. Her face turned darker. "Fine!" she yelled and stomped off. Woah, what just happened? "Sooo" said Amelia in a girly voice. She was obviously faking it. "Um, you're really pretty" I said "Do you want to go out with me?". "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice more cold "We are already outside". "No, I mean boyfriend girlfriend"I mumbled. "Oh" she sounded embarrassed "No, I can't, Lupa won't let me". "Wait-" I said agitated. "Sorry I CAN'T!!" she yelled as she punched the ground. It made a hollow sound. She stomped off, leaving trails behind her. Wait, were those paw marks?! "Amelia!" I yelled I as I ran after her. "Stupid mortals!" she yelled. Her entire body slowly started to become a wolf's body. She swiped her claws at me and said "Amelia must go to Camp Jupiter!". "AHH!" shrieked Piper "Amelia STOP!". She froze for a second, then started to transform back into a human. She buried her face into her hands and began to sob. "Chaos is not contained" she sobbed "Must go to Camp Jupiter". She passed out in Piper's arms. "I'm sorry" I apologized "What did I do?". "It's not your fault" reasoned Piper "This happens a lot these days". "You" said Amelia pointing a finger at me "Are very nice, sorry". "Festus?" asked Angela as she walked towards me "We need to talk".