Olive was on the ground beside me, tightly hugging her legs to her chest. She must have been prepared for her death.
I kneeled down beside her and chirped, “We are alive!”
She hesitantly opened her eyes and turned to face me. “You tried to kill me!” she screamed. “I trusted you with my life and you tried to kill me!” Olive attempted to throw a punch at me, thankfully I dodged it.
“Olive! Listen!” I shouted while I scrambled out of her reach. “I had a good reason!”
Olive stopped trying to hurt me and took deep breathes in attempt to calm herself down. “They better be good,” she spat as she glared at me.
“If you fought for her, you would be fighting against your family,” I started off with.
“They wouldn’t care,” Olive claimed.
“Yes they would. You would also have to kill dozens or possible hundreds of kids that are your age,” I informed her.
“I’ll get over it,” she shrugged.
“At the end of the war, if she wins, she’ll kill you,” I summed up.
Olive was quiet for a few moments until she nodded in agreement, “I guess that you had some pretty good reasons, but I don’t regret attempting to hurt you.” She looked around, confused of why we were here. “Why are we in a strawberry field?” she thought a few moments and remembered that I had to think of a place to be able to dirt travel there. “Was the last thought in your mind about some strawberry farm?”
“No, I just…” I trailed off, unsure of how I could explain it without telling her some personal things. As far as she knew, I had some earthly powers that I didn’t want anyone to know about. “Yeah, sure. I love strawberries,” I lied.
“How far is camp from here?” she asked.
I pointed to the sign that was across the field. “There it is. Just across the field.”
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We walked directly to the entrance of camp, stepping over the sprouting strawberry bushes that popped out of the ground.
“So we went through all this trouble, to make it to a camp in the middle of some strawberry field?” Olive asked when we reached the entrance. She clearly was hard to impress, even this piece of heaven on Earth was not good enough for the “almighty” Olive.
“Yep. The one place that is monster proof,” I offered. If only it was Tate proof, I thought to myself.
I brought Olive straight to the big house to show Chiron the new camper. When we found him inside the Big House, he was worriedly pacing in his office.
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Silenced (Demigod Story)
FanfictionBeing a demigod is hard enough with all of the monsters that attack, but Floret has to go through it all without being able to talk. Her life is hard enough but then she must also deal with who her mother really is... (To read from Cali's pov, read...
