Silenced (Demigod Story)

Hide n' Seek

I scrambled off the couch and frantically searched through the house.  Yes, I cared about if Olive is alive because she was just an innocent girl my age.  But the thought of Tate finding out that Olive died while she was in my possession made me even more desperate to find her.

“OLIVE!” I screamed, fear controlling my body as I threw all of the pillows from the couch into the wall.  “OLIVE!  PLEASE!!!”

There wasn’t a response, scaring me so badly that I could almost feel Tate’s blade against my neck.  “OLIVE!  COME ON!!!”

I jumped over the couch to avoid the pile of pillows that “somehow” appeared where they blocked the way out.

“Hey,” a voice came from behind me, too deep to belong to Olive.

I turned eagerly, hoping that maybe I just might have heard Olive wrongly and that she was standing there.  Of course, there was no such luck like that.  Instead, it was an Iris message of Dylan, my brother.

“I think you have the wrong number,” I growled.  “You were probably trying to reach Chloe.”

He smiled, embarrassed by my comment.  “About that, I saw her making out with some Apollo kid so I broke up with her,” he admitted.

“Lemme guess the rest of the story.  She told you that you two were never together,” I guessed.

His eyes lit up and he gave me a confused expression.  “Yeah, how did you know that?”

“Some girls are so predictable that I could write the rest of their life on one piece of paper,” I smirked, glad that I had the single Dylan, not the Dylan that was busy with his new girlfriend.

“How many pages would it take to write your story?” he questioned.

I paused for a moment, not knowing exactly what to say.  “You know what?  If I make it through the war, I’ll write a book and publish it online and we will see how many pages it takes,” I promised.

Dylan shrugged, “I’m not sure if the war will ever end before you die.”

“Oh shush,” I rolled my eyes.  (It is hilarious because he didn’t even get to the fifth chapter before he said “Your life is too long.  Make it shorter!!!” and I told him that he was just jealous that he didn’t have much of a life to record.)

“What are you doing?” he questioned.

I snapped back into what was going on and quickly stated, “I’m looking for Olive!” I exclaimed as I turned to run down the hallway.

“Looking for an olive?  What is so important about an olive?” he questioned, his voice echoed through the house.

“My life!” I exclaimed from my dad’s bedroom.  The small room was coated in dust, now sign of life anywhere.

“I THINK I FOUND HER!” Dylan yelled.  There was some hushed whispering when I started rushed down the hall.  Right in front of me stood Olive with both her hands behind her, hiding something while Dylan just smirked through the iris message.

“Olive?” I asked.  “What is behind your back?”

“You are,” she shrugged.  (Because your back is behind you so if something is behind your back, it is right in front of you.  That double negative theory thing.)

I rolled my eyes, “Just tell me.  It isn’t like I would be mad at you.”

Olive paused for a moment, and then gave up.  She took her hands from behind her and showed me that she was holding an expensive wine.  My eyebrows lifted; surprised that she was trying to get wine after the giant attacked.

“What?” she challenged.  “Like you haven’t drank wine before.”

“Yeah, I have never drank wine before and don’t plan to,” I told her right before I snatched the wine bottle out of her hands.  “Don’t you know that it is illegal for anyone to drink underage?”

“Of course I did, why do you think I was sneaking it?” she crossed her arms. 

I put the wine bottle back into the cabinet and took Olive out of the kitchen.

“It was nice to meet you!” Dylan called from the Iris message right before he waved the message out.

“He is annoying,” Olive muttered.

“He is my brother,” I admitted.

“I don’t know why I didn’t see that coming,” she smirked.  I rolled my eyes and scanned the living room for my bag. I finally found it by the couch.

(I know that you absolutely care about every detail about me walking to my room and filling my bag with some more clothes and stuff, but I don’t have the patience to write it.  From experience, I know that the reader really doesn’t care about it so you are welcome.)  I went into my room that had many paintings of flowers, all painted and hung by me.  It was a shame that I couldn’t take them all along because of their size and how many there were, but even if I could get them to camp they’d probably be in the center of a prank created by the Stolls.

When I got to the door, I looked back into my room dramatically.  I knew that it was likely that I would never see my childhood ever again.  A burst of laughter came out of my mouth, I found it hilarious that I was looking back on my childhood as if I was an old lady.  From how much I have changed in the past few weeks, I might as well be a whole new person.