When I reached the armory, there were a few satyrs guarding the front door. One of them was eating what looked like a tin soup can. "Um, hey. I'm Ellie and I'm kind of new here. Do you know where I could get some new arrows?"
The one who had been eating the can laughed, but it sounded more like a goat bleat, which I guess made sense. "Of course we know." He rolled his eyes at his friend before opening the doors and gesturing for me to follow him inside.
The room was bigger than any I had ever seen, larger by far the the building itself. There must have been some...uh.. magic involved there. I pretty much had to hold my jaw up to keep it from dropping as the satyr led me around huge tables full of swords, knives, spears, and any other weapon you could imagine. He finally stopped in front of a huge, beautifully detailed wooden cabinet, and stepped aside so I could open it. It was filled with arrows of all sizes, some with sharpened tips and others dulled. I had the sudden urge to grab them all, do a little dance, and spend the entire day practicing archery, the only thing I was truly good at.
"Go ahead," the satyr said carefully, while looking at me like I as crazy. I bit my lip and took my time filling the sheath, choosing a variety of arrows. I thanked the satyr and we made our way back outside. I looked at the rising sun and knew somehow that it was exactly 7:48 am. Perks of being a daughter of Apollo, I suppose. Groggy kids were wandering out of their cabins and making their way to the meal area for breakfast. My stomach rumbled loudly, and I was glad no one was close enough to hear. Looked like archery practice would have to wait.
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Daughter of Apollo
FanficEllie's transition to life as a demigod at Camp Half-Blood has been anything but easy. An attack on her first day left her injured and in debt to two of her fellow campers. In search of new friends and a place where she might finally belong, Ellie...
