Wednesday, May 28, 2014

Magic Upon Magic: Home


"Hecate, take us to Camp Half-Blood." I pray once we all are united. The green whirlwind comes again and Andrew, Jackson, Elaina and I are whisked hundreds of thousands of miles away and land in the archery range. Right in the middle of a session. Wonderful. Simply wonderful. An arrow narrowly misses Jackson. Good thing he had those lightning fast relexes. "Move it, people!" A Demeter kid yells. We scurry out of the way before she hit us, grew vines on us, or who knows what. People greet us like heroes as we walk by. No offense, Mom, but I thought Hecate was a bit of a er, minor goddess. "It's because you saved Magic." Chiron said dramatically as we walked into the Big House, with Chiron patiently waiting. He turned to Andrew as we approached. "Ah, Andrew Clements, I believe? Son of Trivia, known here as Hecate?" Andrew, surprisingly, nodded nervously. "We'll just consider you as a 'Hecate' child, this is a Greek camp, unlike Camp Jupiter." Chiron muttered something darkly under his breath, frowned, and continued. I could barely hear his words, but I think I heard, "Not in those warlike ways. Hmph." "We'll put you in Cabin 20, with Lo'Reena, and your counselor, if I am not mistaken, is Lou Ellen." A voice comes from behind. "Hi. You must be Andrew." Andrew jumped, turned around, and Lou Ellen was facing him, her long hair tucked behind a forest green headband. Andrew went a shade of green, (Funny, everything's green today… Whirlwind, headband, face.) ready to pass out or throw up. Maybe both. "Come on. Lo'Reena and I will show you your bunk." Lou beckons us. Chiron stopped us. "Wait, Lou Ellen, my dear." Lou Ellen comes over as they talk in private. She nodded as as she came out from the corner they were talking from. "Okay. Now let's go." The Hecate group leaves the lonely Athena and Hermes group to go off to their cabins. We walk past the armory, archery range, and the twelve cabins to cabin 20. Andrew stares at everything suspiciously, from ancient books to our very own cabinmates. Every Hecate kid there looks at him like a freak. Andrew squirmed nervously under the audience's staring and stops acting so suspicious. I pat his back until Lou Ellen stops, proclaiming, "Here."

"Huh." Andrew said as he looked around the bunk. "Top bunk, crisp green blankets, white sheets, plush mattress." Lou Ellen marveled, pushing her hand within the mattress. With that, it made a simple bed look like Paradise. "Too bad mine isn't like that." Someone mutters behind us. I turn. It's a girl with my red hair, with reen eyes. I turn back and turn around again. "Wait… Allison?!" She smiles. "You betcha."

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