Silenced (Demigod Story)

Sob Story

“Chiron!” I yelled.  “Chiron!”  I ran madly around the place, looking for him.  I found him at his desk, looking at papers

Thankfully, there was no one else there to see my nervous ranting.

“Is there anything important enough to be running around like a maniac?” he asked.

“Apricot was shot, kidnapped by someone from the Gaea side of the army,” I panted.  “James.”

“Well then, go find her,” he answered, seemingly calm as if this was normal.

“Why me?” I wondered, I didn’t have the smallest clue of why I would be the one to save her.

“Because this obviously is a trick that was either made for or by you,” he answered honestly.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.  No one will truly understand me; no one will ever take me in.  “What did I do?” I asked.  I didn’t give him time to answer.  “Choose to save your sorry little behinds because my friends are on this side!  That was clearly a mistake; maybe I should skip all of this and join the side that will see me as a hero!”

My arms were held behind me by someone.  “This is an illusion, snap out of it!” I turned my head to see Alex.

“What is going on in here?” Chiron asked, coming out of another room.

I looked back at the desk and didn’t see anyone there.  I blinked my eyes quickly, not understanding what just happened.

“Nothing, we have to go,” Alex rushed me out of the big house.

“What just happened?” I asked, still full of questions.

“Gaea was using an old technique.  It is kind of like framing someone, she created an illusion that was supposed to make you turn against the camp,” Alex explained, letting me go.

“How do you know?” I wondered.

“My dad did the same thing to me during the Titan war, I stayed away from people the whole time because of it,” he shrugged.

“I think that I can take it, I just need a way to be able to tell illusion from real,” I predicted.

“There isn’t really a way to tell, you have just got to know who you can trust, who knows and all of that,” Alex told me.  “It is getting late; you should get to your cabin.”

“Yeah, I guess so,” I then remembered my poetry book and Conner.  “Holy Hera!  I have to go kill someone!” I exclaimed as I ran to the Apollo cabin. 

I peeked through the window to see Conner showing all of the Apollo kids, all of them laughing at the work.  I stormed in, “What the Hades is wrong with you all!?!” I yelled.

They continued to laugh at the poems, ignoring my outrage.  I went running at Conner and he sprinted out the door, hugging the book to his chest with a mischief look on his face.  I was done with this chase and I summoned a root to come up and trip him.  He fell on his face and rolled on the ground.  I got on top of him in that wrestler way with my knees locking his shoulders down the rest of the weight was on his chest.

“What the Hades dude?” I growled at him.  I took my book that was on the ground near his face, still locking him to the ground.

“Gee, I didn’t know that I was dealing with an Ares kid,” he mumbled.

“You aren’t, you are dealing with someone worse,” I snapped.  “If I was an Ares kid, you would be dead right now because I would have used a brick to break open your head.”  Instead, I used my poetry book to smack him.  When I started talking to him again, I pressed my book against his forehead so then the imprint of the book will be on his head.  “What is wrong with my poems?” I asked.

“You are such an Apollo kid wannabe!” he exclaimed.

“What?  No, I am nothing like his children and never would want to be,” I told him, thinking about Dan.

“Then why would you write poems?” he raised an eyebrow, thinking that he got a good point.

I decided to try to make him feel bad about what he did.  “Well, a daughter of Apollo was my finder and brought me to camp,” I lied.  “When we were almost here, she died trying to save me.  Her last words were telling me to keep her book safe.  I promised and you just made me break my first promise,” I lied, trying to make him sorry.

He smirked, but I could see his eyes water.  I got off of him, making sure that the imprint was noticeable enough to see.  It was, I was very proud of my work.