Silenced (Demigod Story)

Warnings to the Wind

While I was walking away from the infirmary, I saw Dylan walking toward the mess hall.  “Hey!” I shouted as I caught up to him.

“Hi,” he grumbled.  “Do I really need to wear this stuffy jacket?  It is so hot inside of it.”

“I get it, I have to wear a jacket too,” I explain.  “Please realize that I’m doing this for your own good.”

“I’m seventeen, I don’t need a thirteen-year-old girl looking out for me,” he protested.

I waved off his comment.  “How is camp so far?  Making friends?” I wondered as we entered the mess hall.  It was larger than I thought that it would be, and then I realized that it had to seat hundreds of demigods.

We both pick up a green plate and immediately pass the meats and head for the fruits and vegetables.  We filled our plate; mine with strawberries, cherries, and carrots, his with grapes, cranberries and lettuce.

While we passed the camp fire, I heard Dylan say right before he tossed a few berries into the fire, “For my mom.”

I slapped the berries out of his hand, accidently smacking the plate out of his other hand.  It clattered onto the ground, causing a loud crash.  Demigods all turned their heads to stare at us.  “What?” I mouthed at them.  Slowly, they all looked away, but they still kept stealing glancing at us.

“What was that for?” Dylan whispered as he started scooping all of the food onto the plate.

“Don’t offer things to her, that is awful,” I hissed.

“She is our mom, we can’t just deny her,” Dylan mumbled.

“Well I do and that is what you are going to do.  It is for your own good,” I reassure him.

“You are getting really annoying.  You act like you are my mom; you act like I don’t know what I am doing.  I know what I am doing, and I am following mom,” Dylan growled.

I stared at him, not believing what I just heard.  “Don’t you dare,” I warned.

“Why don’t you just accept the fact that you should join and do it?” Dylan wondered.

“Because she gave me this cruddy life and I’m trying to help you through yours.  We are going through the exact same thing; I am probably going through more.  If you are joining her so soon, then that proves that I am stronger then you,” I whispered.

“It doesn’t mean that you are stronger.  It means that you are stubborn and can’t handle the fact that the side you belong on is against your friends,” he spat.

I stared at him again, not being able to tell how it was possible for him to be so devoted so quickly.

“What are you staring at?” I hear from behind me.  I turned around to look at who was talking and it was no other then Dylan.

“What?” I asked, quickly looking back at the place where I last saw Dylan.  No one was there, but the mess still was.

“Are you okay?  I saw the whole thing, people are starting to think that you are crazy,” Dylan informed me.

“What do you mean?”

“You kept talking into thin air, not looking at anyone.  Then you just smacked a plate off of a table and started whispering at the plate.  Then you just stood up and stared at the wall, are you okay?” Dylan asked again.

“You mean,” I started.  Then it hit me that was all just an illusion.  Dylan never was there walking toward the mess hall, he never got any food, he never talked.  It was all part of a trick that Gaea was using to make me join her side.  “Nothing, I’ll be at the Demeter table,” I told him as I glared at everyone that tried to steal a glance at me while I made my way to the Demeter table.