Wednesday, May 14, 2014

Magic Upon Magic: Camp Jupiter


Before I could talk, Circe started blabbing. "I used to turn men into mice blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, BLAH. And I got bored. So I turned evil, blah,blah, blah, blah, blah. So blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. And I thought blah, blah, blah, blah, blah." She continued talking story until, "AND SO, THAT'S HOW I TURNED OUT HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I stare at her. "What, an er, amusing story." I "comment" her. She smiles coldly for her approval. "So, uh, why exactly did you bring me here?" I ask her uncertainly. Circe stared at me, apparently thinking and started with her long story again. "So I was jealous that blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah," Allison starts to fall asleep. Before her heads hits the hard ground, I make a pillow and swipe it under her head. Her elegant curls fall as she sleeps. I sit down and look up at her. "And SO, that's why I'm here!" She says in a falsely cheery voice. She waves her hand. "Margarita?" She asks, offering me a cup of strawberry margarita. It has a bright yellow lemon on the side and a  thin red straw. I cautiously take it and take a small sip. Yum, not bad. A strawberry flavor, with a fiery taste in the end. Circe sips her lime margarita and kicks Allison awake. "Yes, mother?" She asks sleepily. "Margarita?" She asks sweetly, offering a cup. Suddenly alert and awake, she jumps up, grabs the cup, and starts drinking. She finishes it in about, uh, 5-10 seconds. Circe clucks her disapproval for her daughter. I stare at her in disgust. "Um, Circe? How exactly did you uh, get a daughter?" She looks at me through her glass cup and puts it down where a table appears. "You see, I was getting lonely. It was dirty men, and Hyla, my helper. So I went away from my totally awesome island. I miss it." Circe pauses to take a handkerchief and cry into it. "S-So,  I made Allison. I made her from magic. I didn't want to marry a mere mortal MAN and then go through all that to get a nice little girl!" Circe waves her hand dismissively and continues. "So I stirred a concoction and made Allison. Eh, she's a bit flawed, but she's the perfect little girl other than that." I clap slowly, and Circe bows. "Uh, where did you put my friends?" I ask Circe. "Ahhhhh." She said slowly, draining her cup. She replied as if the answer were simple. Which was. To her, at least. Allison smiles wickedly as she approaches from behind Circe. Circe, with a grand flourish, reveals where everyone went. "I have transported your nice little friends to your destination: Camp Jupiter."

"Um, EXCUSE ME?!" I yell. Circe nods, smiling. I let that piece of information sink into my head. It shocked me. A lot. I shiver, imagining my friends at Camp Jupiter. "Take me to that place!" I shout at her, and she snaps her fingers loudly. The surroundings, um, what's the word? Ah, yes, waver and I feel dizzy. I hold onto my head as the picture becomes clear again. I see Elaina squished next to Jackosn, who's squished next to Andrew, who's squished next to both of them, looking extremely uncomfortable. They are all tied together in ropes. I look around wildly, looking for Circe to help me. But, she snaps her finger again, and she disappears, Allison at her side. "Guys!" I yell to them. Heads turn from the crowd surrounding Elaina, Andrew, and Jackson. One face particularly catches my eye. I immediately recognize it as the praetor, Reyna. "What are you doing here?" She snaps at me coldly, peeling her eyes away from the prisoners, A.K.A Elaina, Jackson, and Andrew. I stare into her drilling-the-holes eyes and manage to stutter, "Uh, I'm here on a quest. A-" Reyna interrupts me. "A quest for what?" Suddenly regaining my confidence, I say boldly, "I'm here to stop the bane of magic." The words echo through the camp as each camper goes silent. A girl steps up. "I-I think, praetor, that I am-uh," "SPIT IT OUT!" Reyna yells out of nowhere. Someone bursts into tears. Reyna glares at them, muttering, "Be quiet, Ruth." The sobbing stops, well, quiets, at least. The girl timidly continues. "I'm here to help her. My name is Allison, Allison Amberliegh." She suddenly adds to me. I look at her up and down. She has flaming red hair, like me when my hair becomes natrual, green eyes, SAME!! And a nice bow and arrow as her weapon of choice. The bow is sturdy, made of olive oak, and the arrows are a striking silvery moon shade. It has a small hint of blue inside. She has a sparkle clip in her hair, supporting a braid on the start of her head going across. She smiles an elegant smile at me. "So. Allison Amberleigh." I say. Long name. She turns towards me. "Yes, Lo'Reena?" She asks me. I'm stunned. She knows my name. I continue, but wave my hand behind my back so that Reyna and everybody else won't notice. The ropes slowly untwine and I whisper, "Stay still. I'll get you out. Even if the ropes loosen up enough, stay still." I whisper an incanation, wave my hand, and the magic is done. Allison Amberleigh is still waiting for me. Her eyes are starting to become impatient. "Uh, we should go?" I say uncertainly. Jackson wiggles, and I give him a tight glare. He pales and stops. Reyna was staring at us. Allison steps forward and Reyna stops us. "Wait. You need these people." She points to my friends, and I nod. Reyna looks at me a bit smugly and replies, "Well, you can't have them."

"What?!" I yell at her. Reyna nods simply. Mother. The quest. I think. Allison Amberleigh and me are supposed to do this alone. Only a child, or two childs, of Hecate or Trivia can go to this place. Oh. I totally understand now. I look at my friends, pleading them, but they nod gravely as I head off. We walk casually off. I look at Allison, who's whistling 'Somewher Over the Rainbow.' She stops. "Yes?" I wave my hand off as she continues. "So… Where exactly are we supposed to go?" She stops whistiling. "Uh, well, I had a dream. From mother. Don't make fun. She said that," Allison
Amberleigh took a deep breath. "We have to go to Tartarus."


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