The Raven's Call {Percy Jackson based}

Chapter 9- Raven

{Sofie's POV}

The whole camp started staring at where the two had left, including me. I had no idea what had happened, and was worrying whether it was something bad, judging from everyone's whispers.

"Alright, Tractor and Constance, you take the Hermes cabin back so you can sleep," demanded a man wearing a leopard print shirt and holding a bottle of red wine in his left hand.

"Those aren't our names, Mr D," Connor and Travis both reminded him at the same time. They reminded me slightly of Fred and George from Harry Potter.

"Does it look like I care? All demigods are the same to me. Now rush along." The brothers sighed, and then started walking along to the cabin. I followed them, presuming that that was what I was supposed to do. As I stepped in, the stench of dirty clothes washed over me.

"God, it stinks in here." Lucky for me, Travis heard my comment.

"We say gods here, actually. And I'm sure you can clean the smell up if you want."

"Although I say God, I am an atheist, and think that everyone here who thinks they're related to gods, are on drugs. Good night." I turned away from him, cursing the fact that I had just rejected my source for a sleeping bag. I sat down on the floor, hoping that the ground wouldn't be too hard. A boy came up to me, who I at first thought was Travis, but then I realised that it was his brother.

"Are you okay? Do you have a sleeping bag?" His tone was a lot kinder than his brother's, so I decided to hold back the rude comments.

Within an hour, the movement in the cabin stilled, and the most I could hear was someone snoring. In the darkness, the moonlight illuminated only the faintest of outlines, giving the cabin an unrealistic look. As I wiped the sweat off my head, I suddenly realised that I had no idea which country I was in. The mostly- American accents and heat directed me to somewhere in America, but that was still rather vague. It was a good thing that I was at a boarding school, so my dad wouldn't be worrying about my whereabouts... unless the school told him I was missing.

I bolted upright as a sudden flash of black sweeped past the window. I grabbed my boots, not bothering to tie them in my rush. I quietly tiptoed out of the cabin, carefully avoiding any unwanted attention. It probably wasn't a great idea to follow someone dressed in black in the middle of the night, but curiosity had always been my weakness.

It was strange seeing the camp at night, without the usual noise and hustle of people rushing about. I didn't have much to time to bask in its glory, though, because I noticed the black figure weaving in and out of the trees in the wood. My curiosity pulling me towards it as if it were a magnet, I shuffled through the forest, following the shadow. After a while of treading through the woods, I found myself in a clearing. I figured that I was screwed. The figure, who I now realised was wearing a black cloak, seemed to be standing in the dead centre of it, murmuring to himself. My sight suddenly went hazy for a few seconds, leaving me with a pounding headache. However, as he turned around, it disapparated immediately. He looked slightly older than me, but not by far. He lifted his hood off, revealing shoulder-length black hair.

"Come." I don't know why I did move closer, because it's totally rational to talk to strange boys in the woods.

"Who are you? Are you one of the campers?" The boy nodded his head, as if knowing something I didn't. He raised his right arm, and a raven flew to him, landing delicately on his palm. He smiled, and then stroked it gently.

"My name is Raven. And no, I am not a camper, unlike you, Sofie."

"I haven't told you my name. Why would you think that I'm called Sofie?

"I may not be a camper, but I am observant, and so are my ravens. They told me."

"Don't be ridiculous. Ravens can't talk. Are you on drugs, just like everyone else here?" Raven chuckled slightly at my remark.

"You can learn to talk with the ravens, too, you know. You would gain unimaginable knowledge." I tried thinking of some way to refuse, but the thought that I could gain all that...

"Just meet me back here, tomorrow night," he said, turning away.

"What if I can't find my way back here again?"

"You'll be able to. You'll feel it inside of you,"he said in a quiet, delicate voice before being enveloped into the shadows of the night.

"Wait! What time do I have to be here by?"I said calling into the shadows.

A gust of wind blew in my face, whispering the words, "You'll know" into my ear.