Friday, April 18, 2014

Magic upon Magic: My quest


Surprised, I stand up from the table. The Aphrodite kid, I notice, is tired, as if she had just woke up. I feel sorry for her. Observing her, she has brown hair with some yellow highlights. 15 or 16, probably. She looked like she had dressed quickly: Her hair is quickly combed, ( Still with a couple of tangles.) with  a seashell clip, her clothes are slightly wrinkled, and she has just eyeshadow, blush, and lipstick. (Not that she actually needs that much makeup...) I make a dash for the Big House, with my curly, long, chestnut brown hair trailing behind me. I see Chiron playing Pinnacle or whatever with Mr. D. Chiron looks up. "Ah, Lo'Reena, I have requested for you to discuss the rules for Camp Half-Blood, along with an important message, but rules first. First, no alcoholic drinks...." Chiron continues until he says something that catches my attention: "And every camper will have a quest." He must've gone on to what every camper does or something. "And now for your message. Specifically from your mother, Hecate, she says, ' Lo'Reena Hecate Smith, daughter of magic, I have been informed by sources that other sources of magic are,''" Chiron hesitates at this. "Er, I would say rather say so myself, in other words, colliding. 'You must go to a place of different magic, a school, called,'" Chiron looks confused. "Pardon, uh, Hog-warts? 'You must within the oldest of magic to prevent these sources of magic from colliding. You will also have a future mission for old Roman magic, but that is later.' So, Hecate wants you to go to Hog-warts and go to the "oldest magic" to prevent these sources of magic from colliding." Chiron looks confused still. Mr. D. speaks up, eyebrows raised to the message, and I jump to his voice; I had forgotten he was there. "Hecate wants you brat to go to this idiotic sounding place called Hogwarts," He puts on a face of disgust, as if he were actually imagining a hog with a whole bunch of warts. "and you smart aleck find out the rest of your dumb quest without stupidly killing yourself." He seemed satisfied with himself. Chiron spoke up once again. "I would prefer for you to wait until summer ends, for this school sounds like a yearly thing. If so, then you will enjoy the peace at Camp Half-Blood. If Hag-worts is allowing you to stay over the summer, then farewell. I would prefer for you to stay here instead." I rise my eyes to the heavens and say "Thank you, Chiron. I shall pack in case they need me right away." Chiron nods and dismisses me. I walk through the camp, seeing pegasi flying through the air, people's shirts getting burned by lava, oh, I really wish I could stay here. Realizing that I was daydreaming again, I look at my watch. It reads 8:30. Oh! I have to go off for my activities! I rush off to find the volleyball court, which Athena kids and me versus Demeter kids. I quickly take my side and the game begins.

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