We were still looking at the drawings. So far they all looked blurry like inkblots.
"Wait this looks like a man... he looks near death... super boney." Piper said.
When everyone looked at it I saw Percy and Annabeth glanced at each other.
Interesting.
After meeting Aphrodite cabin
Joan POV
As I sat on my bunk and I started to fall asleep.
What shall I dream of tonight...
The next day Ziala POV
As I crawled out of my bed exhausted from last night. We had stayed up till around 2 a.m. to discuss alk of Rachel's dreams and drawings.
"Joan wake up." I muttered in a tired voice.
She didn't move. I rubbed my eyes then looked at her. I realized she had ear buds in. I reached for the phone... but it burned me.
"What the-? Ouch!" I exclaimed.
I watched as the phone flashed into a mirror the back to a phone.
"You touched it didn't you."
"No I killed Abraham Lincoln." I hissed in pain at the now awake Joan.
".... Y-your hand is... pink." Joan stuttered.
I rolled my eyes. "It just got zapped by your mirror."
"I know but it's like fusica pink." She said.
I looked down.
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(That's the color)
"Aahhhhhhhhhh!!!" I screamed and started running to the infirmary with Joan not far behind me.
"Morning. How may I help You?" Amanda said while not looking up from her papers.
"I burnt my hand when I touched a magic sun ray shooting mirror. My hand is now fusica pink." I explained.
They never took Aphrodite injuries seriously cause most of the time it's a chipped nail, curling iron burn or a so called broken heart.
We rarely go on quests, everyone thinks we're weak and we believe them and stay safe in camp, so we don't get severe injuries.
"So a curling iron burn? Go sit with the others."
At that moment Joan came over and gave me an ice pack then she slammed her hand on the desk.
"Excuse me but we didn't run all the way here in our sleepwear with no shoes for some curly iron burn. Or to be told to sit down by some rude chick. My sister was the third person to be burned by my mirror. So I suggest that you call a doctor." Joan leaned in to make sure that she was looking her in the eye.
