Silenced (Demigod Story)

Octavian Sucks

As Olive and I walked to the mess hall, Dylan came running to us.  “I see that you two actually made it, alive,” he commented.

“Yeah.  It was hard to do, but totally not worth it,” I joked.

“Oh, I see how it is,” Olive muttered.

“I’m kidding!” I exclaimed as I nudged her lightly with my elbow.  “Gods, why are you acting so weird?” I asked.  Usually, Olive was cheerful but lately she seemed out of character.

“I’m just,” Olive sighed.  “I’m just hungry.”  I looked down at her clothes and thought, and dirty.

“Then have a Snickers bar,” Dylan joked.

A small smile flashed onto Olive’s face, but just to disappear as quickly as it had come.

“Um, Dylan?” I asked to get his attention.

“Yeah?”

“I don’t exactly know camp will enough to give Olive a whole tour, so could you do it for me?” I asked.

His face lightened up and her casually responded, “I guess so, but you owe me.”

“Do I get a say in this?” Olive groaned.

“No, Dylan will help you at lunch and take you to the Hermes cabin,” I informed her, then ran to the mess hall.

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The mess hall was crowded as usual and buzzed with worry.  Campers all around were nervously eating with a weapon gripped in their hand.  “Romans…looking for camp…sandwiches…Octavian sucks” and phrases revolving around some Octavian guy that apparently NO ONE likes.

But of course there were people saying “Gaea is a *****” and stuff like that.  So that didn’t make me any more relaxed.

Thanks for worrying the entire camp, I sarcastically thought to myself, half expecting Gaea to say “Aw, you are so welcome Sweetie!”  But for some reason, Gaea remained completely silent.

I got a handful of baby carrots and dumped it on my tray.  I wasn’t too hungry.

I settled down at the Demeter table, of course on the opposite side of the rest of my “siblings”.  I ate alone, which was exactly what I had hoped for so I could think through what my plan would be.

By the time I had munched thorough the handful of baby carrots, there was still no plan in my head.  The Mess Hall went completely silent when a girl with wild red hair floated in with eyes that shone a bright green.

She drifted through the room and stopped when she reached the Demeter table.  Everyone stared at the terror printed on their faces.

When the girl spoke, the voice of an ancient woman croaked out.

“Child hidden under cloak of wheat

Knows exactly who they must beat.

During the questioning, take a seat.

Someone with sense is who they’ll meet.

An old friend the small flower will greet,

They must work together of face defeat.”

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Silence covered the room when the girl stopped talking.  She lowered to the ground and when her first toe made contact with the floor, the girl fell onto her face as if she were a rag doll.  Kids from the Apollo table rushed over to help her swiftly, meaning that it was no the first time that this had happened to her.

I may not be the smartest person, but I knew that the prophecy was about me.  While the red head was dragged away, I took the chance to get out of the mess hall.

Everyone was too absorbed in their conversations that revolved around the meaning of the what the prophecy could mean to notice me sneak out.  Although to my dismay, I soon learned that there was a way that the day could get worse.

(Sorry if the title was a bit...more like three words.  I hope that it is two words.  I apologize if it isn't.)