Friday, April 18, 2014

Magic upon Magic: Questions


As we take our sides, a satyr holds the ball. He blows the whistle. Tweet! The ball soars high up in the air. I can't use magic, that's the rule. Nobody can use their powers. The ball is bounced back and forth, eventually, we scored. The game lasted for a while, for Athena kids were first in the lead, but Demeter kids had a couple of tricks up their sleeves. Tweet! Exhausted, but satisfied, my team had won. We shook hands. I go off to my next activity: Rock-climbing. I strap on my gear and start climbing up the, um.... We'll say rock-climbing wall. Lava streams down. I wish I had water. I continue up the steep area, stumbling at points, but finally reaching the top. With no time, I climbed down the wall, unstrapping the gear. Hiss! I look down at my shirt. Magna amet! I had a huge hole in my shirt! A Hermes kid must've saw me, because then they took a bed and hoisted me to the Apollo cabin. "Di Immortales! Just give me a new shirt!" I protested  to the Hermes kid. Too late.We were already there. An Apollo kid inspects me, checking for burns. I roll my eyes, which was a total mistake; the ceiling bears a bright sun. "No burns." My inspector says. "Just needs a new shirt." He hands me an orange Camp Half-Blood shirt. "This shirt," he says, "Is waterproof, fireproof, stretchy,  lightweight and is a special one. Make sure you don't lose this one. $137 here! Not very cheap! Only have 2 small boxes left!" I take the shirt, go back to my cabin and change into the new one. Oh la la! So light! I can feel some wind blow through, making it good for summer. I pull a sleeve and it covers my whole arm. Good for winter, too. I tuck the sleeve back in, promising myself that I would not lose this shirt. I wonder why the Apollo kid gave it to me though....



Lunch is served: Fried chicken with macaroni and cheese. ( Author's note: That is making me hungry!) I offer some macaroni into the fire for Hecate. I raise my goblet, this time saying, " Dr. Pepper." The goblet fills up with brown liquid. I sip it. Mm. Everyone eats hungrily, gobbling up the food and licking their lips. I drum my fingers against the table. Tap tap tappity tap, tap, tap, tap tap tap tap tap tap tap. Yes, I am drumming the Cup song. I continue and slowly start singing. "You're gonna miss me by my hair, you're gonna miss me everywhere, you're gonna miss me, when I'm gone." I continue the song until I finish. I wait until everyone  else is finished, which by the time I am singing Neon Lights by Demi Lovato. ( Cause baby when they look up at the sky, they'll be showing lights up in the sky.)I walk to my cabin, tracing the number 20 engraved on the front. I start packing for my could-be-anytime-any-day quest. I pack pairs of clothes, a bottle of Nectar, a bag full of Ambrosia squares, water, drachmas, money, and a couple of personal belongings. I take out Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. I'm at the part where Harry and Hermione go back in time to save Buckbeak and Sirius. I turn the pages, catching onto J.K. Rowling's every word. I read my watch: 1:25. Five more minutes until my next activity: Archery. I am utterly horrible at that one. 1:30. I trudge out of the door, knowing that I will never, ever be good at archery. I go to the archery place or whatever you call it . Archery range. There we go! Anyway, I position myself with the bow and knock an arrow. As usual, nothing. I try over and over again, failing each time. And like last time, the target is going to explode or do something weird. I really want to join the Hunt now: You're automatically good at archery, you stay alive youthfully forever, only dying in battles, and you follow Artemis, who I adore. ( Not as much as my mother, of course.)  I knock arrow after arrow, only getting the score of 8 for the best that I can do. Eventually, I scream in frustration and stomp away, leaving my activity 15 minutes early. I stomp back to my cabin, leaving spark marks as my trail of frustration. I open up Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire and start reading. By the time 15 minutes are over, I had started on the chapter on the Quidditch World Cup. I carefully closed my book and started off for the pegasi stables. I chose a pegasus and listen to the instructions that an, by the look of it, an Aphrodite kid. I listen to her instructions and take off. The blue sky surrounds me, the wind whistles through my ears and twists through my curly hair. The pegasus's wings flap as I ride it. Finally, I come down. The Aphrodite kid compliments me and I go off to my cabin again. Actually, I don't. I stop by the Athena cabin, hoping that they would give me some answers to my questions.     

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