Violet S. Green and the Olympians

Waking Up

I slowly opened my eyes, only to shut them again. Where was I? The memories started to flood back, the fight, the cab, the other fight. I opened my eyes, which adjusted to the light a bit better. I turned my head to the right, where I heard talking, groaning as I did so. The blonde haired man was talking to this girl, who honestly looked like the main character of a Bollywood movie. My dad loved Bollywood movies, and always made me watch them. Their cliches were worse than American movies, but they had a charm to them. She was wearing a pair of black jeans, an orange tank top, and a black flannel wrapped around her waist. She also had a black headband keeping her long black hair out of her face. The man was wearing khakis and a orange shirt with the same emblem as the girl.

"Oh good, you're awake! How do you feel?" the blonde said. "My head... hurts a bit," I grunted out, sounding a bit like a Neanderthal. Not my finest moment, safe to say. I was lying a bit though, my head felt like it was on fire, but you don't say that to strangers, even if they might be my nurse. "Okay, Charlene, could you get the ambrosia? Just half a square, we don't want to incinerate her. I'll be back soon, but I need to go check on your dad, he shadow traveled again," the blonde said towards the girl, Charlene, he said. Pretty name. He left the building, leaving me alone with her. I slowly lifted my head to look around where I was. To my left, I saw an empty row of beds and a small cabinet, likely with some supplies.

"Your shirt is ripped, anyways, here's your ambrosia," I heard to my right. I looked down and saw that my shirt was indeed, ripped. How embarrassing. I looked at Charlene and she was half-glaring half-smirking at me. Geez, what did I ever do to you? I looked at the food she handed me, which didn't look like anything super special. "Don't worry, it's not drugged, it's pretty edible if I do say so myself." I nibbled it, not trusting it. It tasted like my dad's grater cakes, with the fresh taste of coconut water, which I loved to drink, especially when my dad let me break the coconut. The pressure on my head immediately released, and I felt a little less groggy. Well, apparently the food is magic, what's next, a leopard that likes eating sausages?

"Do you think you'll be good to get up? Chiron wanted to talk to you, apparently you get to meet the seven in the prophecy," Charlene asked. She sounded a bit... jealous? Who are these "seven" people anyways? And who the heck is Chiron? I remembered the name from our English class. "Is Chiron the centaur dude from mythology?" I asked. "Yes, now could you answer the question? We have several people waiting." Well geez, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed. There wasn't even anyone in the beds at the clinic either, if it even was a clinic. "Yeah, I'm better now after the ambrosia or whatever it was." "Okay, I have clothes for you, a copy of the clothes you're wearing. They're behind that partition, after that you can leave, I'll walk you to the Big House."

I walked over to the partition and saw my reflection in the mirror. Someone had definitely redone my hair, since it should have been a tad messy by now. I quickly changed out and stepped out. "Okay, I'm ready to go," I said to Charlene. She beckoned me to follow her out the door. She walked with a purpose, and I had to speed-walk to keep up with her. I remembered what the blonde guy had said to Charlene, her dad could shadow travel. Was her dad Nico? The blonde guy was probably married to Nico. No wonder Charlene worked at the clinic, even if she didn't seem like the doctor type. "You can go right in, I have to go back to the clinic," Charlene said.

"Sorry for my attitude, nobody has been in the clinic and I haven't been this bored in weeks, I get pretty restless when I'm bored. Let's start over? I'm Charlene Wilson di Angelo-Solace, child of Ares, and I'm guessing you figured out that Will and Nico are my dads." Wow, I guess she is nice. "Hi! I'm Violet Green, I don't know who my parent is. Nice to meet you!" I responded. "Well, hopefully you'll figure out your parent at the campfire tonight or tomorrow. I'll see you around, bye," Charlene said, kindly. Well, she didn't seem like the child of a vicious war god, or at least that's what I think Ares is, but children are definitely not their parents. I waved and walked in the door, where I saw a horse-dude, Chiron, Hazel, the Asian man from before, 5 other people and a middle-aged man with a beer belly. Well, this should be interesting.

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AN: Hey guys! I really wanted this chapter to be longer, but I (again) had NO idea how to end it. Thanks for reading, and Trump's a b*tch. :)