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One refreshing shower later, we were all lined up in single file (From shortest to tallest.) for dinner. I was in the front, just behind Mathew and Hailey, a ten year old. I haven't got my growth spurt yet ok?
Our headcouselor, Sophia led us to the dining pavillion. We sat down just as the other cabins arrived, the Athena cabin is always the first to come.
I saw Laura leading the Apollo cabin to the pavillion. She was also the head counselor just as well as the sword instructer. (Like I was, a long time ago.) I saw my best friend there too. Her name is Alice, a (too) energetic 11 year old that causes most of Camp's chaos.
When she saw me, she waved her hand excitedly, so much that she fell. If ADHD was a fashion statement, she'd be the poster girl. When everyone arrived now, Chiron stood up and then he gave a speech that he said a thousand times now.
Then he ended it with stomping his hoove and proclaiming: "To the gods!" Everyone repeated it with a cheer while I just rolled my eyes.
Why should we dedicate our dinner to the gods like they did something wonderful when in reality most of the time they do something bad? Sure they made the camp and gave life to us, but most of the time they are selfish, arrogant and prideful and are lazy.
I didn't voice that aloud though, someone (me) already started a war because of it. I stood up and went to the food table to pile up my plate with food and got in line for the sacrificing. Because if I don't do that I will get smited (smote?).
I sacrificed a piece of my pork to Athena and then I went back to the table. I started digging in. I... may not have the best table manners, but looking at the Ares cabin made me feel better.
I finished my dinner and I headed to the campfire where most campers were already. One of the Apollo campers was singing about umm, a boy that wants to be a legendary hero?
I grabbed a stick and a bunch of marshmallows and I proceeded to sit down and toast (burn) my marshmallow. At least I didn't drop it into the fire.
I thought about the book I found earlier, the one Mathew stole. (Puppy eyed away.) I wanted to have a look at it later, it was intresting and it would give me a not-sugarcoated account about the two wars.
I was so lost in thought I didn't notice someone shout a warning before something hitted me.
"Oof!" I got knocked down to the ground. I tried to say What is this?! but it came out as "Wutishthims?!" I wiped my face with my hand and looked at it to see what hitted me; it was red and sticky? (Blood)
Wait, it's just beans not blood, why did I think of that? I heard someone run to me and gave me a hand to stand up. "You okay?" It was Alice, she was the one to throw(?!) the beans at me.
I said nothing, only standing up, looking her in the eye and saying "Your fault." before smearing the rest of the beans on her then running away.
Needless to say, we kind of ended up in the lake and was serving cleaning duty after. Worth it!
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After the campfire chaos was over and lights were out, I laid in my bed, just staring at the ceiling. (Actually I was bottom bunk so I was staring at the bottom of the top bunk but who cares.)
Sleep usually didn't come to me easily, and I didn't want it either. Not if it brings the disturbing dreams I usually get. I don't know why I keep getting them, but they seem familiar, almost like, a memory.
I shrugged that idea off. I've never done them before and I'm pretty sure they're not mine. (They are.)
But then, why does it keep showing another person's memories? I don't know. I kept tossing and turning, until finally Hypnos claimed me and I fell into a (not) peaceful sleep.
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I opened my eyes. I was in a giant room, with twelve thrones in a giant semi-circle. There was two people with me. Both looked sixteen. One was blonde and looked scared, she looks familiar. The other person had jet-black hair and was holding a dagger.
He gave the dagger to me and I took it from his shaky hands. (This isn't my body. What am I doing?) I raised the dagger, and stabbed my Achilles spot. I felt Kronos disappear and I instantly felt weak.(What?!)
I couldn't catch the rest of the conversation, only blurs and bits of it. I only remembered one thing:
"Ethan. Me. All the Unclaimed. Don't... don't let it happen again."
4nN4b3tH had tears streaming down her cheeks and P3rC¥ looked at me with glassy eyes.(That's my brother and Annabeth!)
I wish I could comfort them, I wish I could undo all I've done. I wish people didn't die because of what I've done. But it's too late now. (Huh?)
I could only hope I would go to the Field of Punishments for what I did. I smiled one final time and closed my eyes, as the darkness surrounded me.