Clashing Fates {BEING REWRITTEN}

Erika/ Chapter 2

A boy in a bright orange camp shirt jogged over. I have to admit- he was kinda nice-looking. Brown hair and really warm hazel eyes- I suddenly became very aware of how bad I looked.

"Hey! You survived!" He stated- like he was talking about the darn weather.

"Yeah, barely dude! Are you gonna eat that?" he asked pointing at the plastic cup the guy was holding.

Pretty Boy handed Clover the cup and Clover just devoured it.

"Welcome to Camp Half-Blood! The only safe place for demigods." Pretty boy said, shrugging.

"Demi.. that means half in French, and god- as in mythological gods? Because I ain't Jesus." I said slowly, trying to get my brain outta panic mode.

"Yep! Greek Gods in fact!"

"So how do I know which Godly parent is mine?"

I feel as if I'm losing my sanity honestly

"They claim you, you get this symbol that glows above your head, or you change in a certain way!"

Not very reassuring honestly. What if I sprout ,like, butterfly wings from my head or something?

So if this wasn't a hallucination or bad dream, Pretty Boy introduced himself as 'Finley'. He explained each cabin, which there were like, hundreds. By the time he finished, the sun had dipped into a pinky sunset.

"So what even is your last name?" He asked, while I sat down next to him on the Hermes table. They sacrificed to the gods, waste of food honestly.

"It's Czech."

"What's Czech?"

I resisted the urge to strangle him and kept my face to mildly annoyed.

"Well, It's a country. Czech Republic. Ring any bells in that dull brain of yours?" I sighed, aggressively biting off a piece of chicken from my plate. 

"First of all, it does sound familiar, second- I do NOT have a dull brain." Finley growled after ten minutes. I guess I left him speechless.

We gathered around a campfire. I can now confirm i am not lucid dreaming at all- as the smoke kept blowing up my nose. The colour was a lilac-blue like curiosity. The centaur, Chiron, possibly the same from the stories, announced we had marshmallows. We sang some songs and I noticed some kid was sleeping.

 I wanted to know what she was dreaming about and POOF. There I was. Sheesh, this girl's afraid of freaking clowns. I strolled over to her line of vision and waved my hand past it. She blinked and stared at me. She said something but it was muffled by the dream waves. Okay. This is NOT normal. I shouldn't be able to interrupt her dream. Heck, I shouldn't be able to be here. Nope. I went back into my body, internally breaking down at the freaking weirdness. 

Everybody was chatting like normal. A few kids were looking at the girl that had fallen asleep. Whoops. She's looking at me. A few kids are staring above my head. Why?

Oh my God- I mean Gods. There's this boutet symbol of poppies and wings above my head. The silence is awkward. 

"First Morpheus kid!" Finley exclaimed uneasily, patting me on the back. Or tried to.

"You have wings-" He gasped. 

"What?" I turned around and these huge wings that looked boutet with spots of white and sky blue flecked through it. My camp shirt had magically opened a convenient hole where the wings started.

Everybody was definitely staring at me now. I flapped them experimentally, accidentally flapping in Pretty Boy's face. Chiron the Horse Man cleared his throat. 

"It would be suitable if anybody led her to the Morpheus cabin." He said in his gravelly tone, but he smiled kindly.

The girl whose nightmare I had interrupted was the only volunteer. She linked arms with me and Clover, her eyes glittering with excitement that did not seem necessary.

"That's so cool! You get wings!" They both said in unison. We all burst into laughter as we made our way through the maze of cabins.

"The name's Heather! I'm a child of Aphrodite." She said cheerfully. That makes sense,  she has nice facial features and a skunk tail (White strands of hair all in one place) within her black hair.

When we arrived, a bid her a 'bye'. Clover hugged me goodbye and skipped off, chewing on a daisy.

I tried to get through the doorway. My huge ever-flapping wings made me too wide to get through. I had to edge in side ways. The cabin was quite pretty, the ceiling was blank with a few pictures on it. I then realised those were dreams i entered when i was small and just now. Cool! The walls were dark blue and there were a small garden bed of poppies in the side of one part of the cabin. The bunks were pretty plain, I guess they didn't know what to paint on the bunks. I opened a closet which had been decorated with poppies.

"HOVNO!" 

A bird flew out of my closet, and straight into my face. I screamed, it was clinging to my face as I ran around the room. I'm terrified of birds. Mostly geese. It finally let go and flew out the window. I probably won't open that closet again. I still shudder at the memory. I, shakingly, put my PJs on and got into the top bunk. I closed my eyes.