BTW, for those who think Bianca is going to be a Mary-Sue and Ethan a Gary-Stu, you are dingo ate my baby crazy. Well, maybe not on Ethan, but he just thinks he's a Gary-Stu because he thinks he's perfect.
Before I forget, Disclaimer: I only own Karilone, Bianca Nebulae, Ethan Nova, and Marcus Jameson. The rest belong to the thrice-be-damned Rickroller.
Bianca POV
I. Am. BORED. I already read all my books twice, played solitaire, won poker against Daddy(500 credits for more books!), kicked Ethan's sorry podex at chess again, practiced my bowmanship until my fingers bled (which took hours, by the way), wrote an essay on how not to be bored, burned the essay, tossed the ashes of the essay into Ethan's 'ever so perfect' hair, he calls it, because he spends hours preening himself after he sleeps past dinner, so he can take(more like kidnap) Karilone on 'the best date she will ever go on'. He says it every time and then wonders why she hates him for being a cocky, yet somehow still cockless ass. For someone who's supposed to be my equal, he sure is stupid. But when it comes to battle, that boy is like Daddy was at the age of 20, a godsdamned daemon. I think I shall go to bed. I wonder when we'll be arriving at Camp Dingo-Ate-My-Baby-Crazy...
Lady Nebulae the AI, Vanessa, said, waking me up probably just in time for breakfast.
"Yes, Vanessa?"
We will soon be landing at the location specified as Zeus' Fist in Camp Half-Blood, approximately 60 minutes. Lord Perseus has requested that you don your Cloak-Of-Hiding for disbarkment. We will arrive at the exact same time as the Soldiers of Chaos.
"Thank you, Vanessa. Tell my father that I heed his request"
I shall inform him of your assent.
I walked over to the silver-and-black chest of drawers in my small room. I reached into the topmost drawer and rummaged for a bit, before pulling out a long cloak that was black with a lining of silver. I reached into the drawer again and pulled out a silver mask that covered only half my face, like the Phantom of the Opera's mask, lined with black round the eyes and edges. I exited my room to see my dearest brother, Ethan, emerge from his rooms and saw him wearing his cloak and mask, of white and gold, not hiding his black hair and volcanic brown eyes. Then, Karilone stepped from her cave and, per usual, she was stunning. Her father's auburn hair was flowing over her shoulders, coming to a curly stop at about mid-torso. Her mother's emerald green eyes shone from behind her bronze mask lined with dark grey, that which matched her dark grey cloak with the bronze lining. I find her gorgeous, and she likes me back. Three cheers for homosexuality! She blushed, as she always did, a shy girl, whenever I looked at her. And when she turned away, the uncovered half of her face suddenly curtained by that lush, beautiful hair I just loved to run my hands through... I think I'm in love. Ethan must have thought she was blushing at him, because he looked rather smug all of the sudden at her smooth, porcelain skin rapidly pinking around the cheeks. He went to wrap his arm around her waist, but I got there first, and grabbed her hand before kissing her cheek. At least, I was aiming for her cheek. She turned her head, the clever girl, so I caught her on the lips instead. it felt perfect. She was my Karilone, and I was her Bianca. I looked at Ethan to see his eyes bugging from their sockets in an effort to understand the fact that his sister and his crush were together. We smiled innocently at him as we walked away, leaving my poor twin babbling uncomprehendingly as he tried to make sense of the scene. Good thing we already told our parents.
Karilone POV
"Don't you think that was just a little mean,Bi?" I asked my girlfriend. Curse me and my gentle mind.
"Nah, it was hilarious! Did you even see his face? It was priceless, Kari. We're gonna have to do that again! Oh, once he sees Janice and Giselle..." she replied, referring to Perseus and Andromeda's daughter Giselle, who was in a relationship with Janice, the daughter born to one of the Pleiades who was raped by Orion.
"Now that, my dear, is plain cruel. They trust us with that secret!" I shot back.
"Oh look, there's the dining hall!" she replied, as if she had not heard me. She did this often, and I loved her for it. We walked into breakfast. And when I say breakfast, I mean breakfeast. There was so much food, it was a wonder we could always find more places to dispose of the small amount of leftovers. Pancakes, bacon, waffles, sausage, eggs, hash browns, cereal, milk, cheese, juices of all kinds, and most of the time, we ate it all. And this time was no different. When we pushed away our plates after half-an-hour, the small amounts of food still on the plate (none of it was bacon) disappeared. We decided to go shoot. Lord Perseus, Bianca's father, had beat us to the range. We said hello, good morning, then took out our own bows. Bianca's was silver streaked with black, that went with arrows that had black shafts, black tips, and silver fletching. Mine was much the same, but with dark grey instead of black, and bronze instead of silver. We have attachments to the colors. Bianca's father had the same, only he had sea-green with silver. For some reason, all the dummies had a face taped onto them, with short, dark brown hair and oceanic eyes, and the name MARCUS. I wonder why that is...
Hey, you don't need to read this, but I just want to say thank you for reviewing and following this little story, and for giving me a few ideas, too: but also to apologize if you think I'm going too fast. I am very impatient in getting this story out, it has been on my mind for about a year and I just got an account. I also apologize if I went off topic too much, I think I might have ADD. And one more thing: this was just supposed to be a one-shot. But I got too into the story.
Peace, Love, and Bacon,
Pwnie3
