Roman Chronicles: Book 1, Apollo: Chapter 11, The Son of Khione

(Oh BTW, Just saying: Most people pronounce this wrong, so Khione is pronounced 'Kie-oe-knee' Bye!)

I felt the blood, wet on my fingers. Wait, what? It wasn't blood... it was much to thin. I looked at my hand and it was covered with ice-cold water. Then, I noticed. His ice-blue eyes looked vicious, yet beautiful. Annabeth growled and stepped forward. "Somehow, this boy looks familiar." The Aphrodite kid squeals. "OMG! OMG! OMG! You are so much hotter than Apollo! Will you go on a date with me?" Annabeth does a face-palm. She says, "Bella, will you stop being so naive to figure out this guy is the enemy?" Bella squeaks in frustration. "The incredibly hot enemy!" The boy looks at her with confusion. "Uh... no. I am looking for the one who is called Perseus Jackson." Annabeth is the one to squeak this time. Percy steps forward. "Um. I'm confused." He says. "As always," Annabeth mutters. The boy steps forward. "My name is Frost. I am the son of Khione, the avenger and messenger for her." Percy rolled his eyes. "My friends got Khione. I can get you." He raised his hands to rise the water, but Frost flicked his hand and Percy turned to ice. At that moment, I knew his weakness. I healed my wound. I was rapidly thinking who was he god of fire, then I found it obvious. Hephaestus, grant me your power. Fire tickled across my fingers and I shot a jet of white fire at Frost. He raised a wall of ice and laughed. "Just kidding, people." He flicked his finger and Percy turned back to normal. He turned the fire that was speeding at him into ice. Percy cocked his head. "You mean... you aren't the son of Khione?" Frost sighed. "Of course I am, blubbering idiot! I was just saying that I'm not here to attack you. I'm here to take these people. Uh, let's see Aspen Crest," Bella Crest looked at her sister with jealousy. "um, Janette Dayshine," Janette flipped back her sheet of mahogany-brown hair. "A few more. Ashton Flaminca." Ashton looked stunned. "Uh, Beverly and Walt Saynonhire. That's it." Beverly straightened her black Hollywood dress. Walt lint-cleaned his lined purple velvet suit. Janette sashayed to Frost. The others followed. To bad they're all vain Aphrodite kids, except Walt and Beverly, those rich little kids of Tyche.  (Goddess of wealth and luck) Frost's hair look like it was chocolate covered in, well, frost. His sunglasses were teal reflective aviators. Sure, all the Aphrodite kids were sighing and wooing over him, but he'd probably end up betraying us. Percy rubbed his arm, which was still fading from the ice. "Sheesh... if he called that turning-me-into-ice a joke, he's got a stupid sense of humor." Annabeth popped open a soda can that looked like it was made of 80-karat gold. (Author's note: Yes, there is 80 karat gold. 24 is a joke. 24 is by the lord not the highest.) In shimmering silver letters, it said: Nectar! 100% pure. Gods get 99% discount She sipped and calmed down. Percy muttered something, and slurped something from a coffee can. I decided I was hungry and thought, Dionysus, grant me your power. A minute later, Dionysus marched towards me with a vicious look on his face. "You ignorant little girl! Have you just asked me for a chicken wing? I'm only granting you this because your daddy is the literal man-on-the-moon." He waved his hand and a BBQ chicken leg was in my hand. He marched off. Annabeth stared. "Ohhhh-kaaaaaay." I bit it. Suddenly, I hear a ring. Annabeth pulls out her new-and-improved knife. Percy pulls out a pen and jams his finger under the cap. He flips it up and the cap pops off. It emerges into a large bronze sword. I walk to the camp border. A boy is there, fighting Peleus. He actually was pretty good looking, which was saying a lot in my eyes. (Hey, I wanted to be a Hunter of Artemis.) He had dark black hair that was short and pointed to the side. Sort of like a super-short Mohawk that went to the side, but hair covered the other side too. He had black aviators, and he had pale-ish skin. His shirt was forest-green, and he had a sand-colored leather jacket. His jeans were the color of the sea, and his boots were tree-brown. He fought with a white iron-like sword, but it radiated with a white light. He scowled as he fought, but to me was still good-looking. Then I noticed something I hadn't noticed before. Stone rotated around him, and the grass seemed to be 10 times greener wherever he stood. I don't know how, but it seemed like he was a son of Gaea. Finally, he sheathed his sword. Peleus layed down. The boy walked into the camp. Bella squealed like a crazy person. "OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG!!! I, like, totally have to post this on instagram!!! Like, hottest guy, like, EVER!!!" The boy smiled. Even though he was forcing the grin, it seemed like it looked better than when he smiled for real. He stuttered. "Uh, Ian. Ian Mackenroth." (Author's note: Sorry, peeps! Just felt the urge to use Mackenroth... my best boy-who-is-my-friend's surname. Quite rare. I'm not friends with many boys... his actual name is Hayden Mackenroth, though.) The boy continued. "I was uh, looking for a spot to snowboard. That's a nice, erm, drag-wait, I mean, raccoon you got there." Chiron looked at him. "Ian... Ian... Mackenroth? YOU are Ian Mackenroth?" Ian scratched his head. "Uh, yep." Chiron examined him. "Who is your godly parent?" Ian turned scarlet. "Oh, geez. Didn't realize y'all were half bloods. Sorry." He scanned the crowd. Ian yawned. "Time to hit the... uh, giants. Oh, and Gaea. Ol' G's my ma. See you guys tomorrow." He put beats headphones over his ears and clicked on his iPod. I took a quick flash at the screen. It said: Mars, Bringer of War. (Author's Note: To you weirdos who don't know what that is, it's an AWESOME composition made by Gustav Holst. I think he's dead... one of the best composers of all time, hold Tchaikovsky and Bach. IF ANY OF YOU ARE PRONOUNCING 'BACH' LIKE 'BATCH' I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN TO THE ENDS OF THE EARTH.) I yawned. At that moment I agreed with him. I walked into the Hades cabin and pulled up the black covers of a bunk bed. Then, I fell asleep.