Monday, May 5, 2014

Magic upon Magic: A threat


Andrew flips a coin. "Tails!" I yell out. I coin falls to the ground. Andrew picks it up. "Tails." I dribble the ball, Elaina to my right. Jackson goes for a steal, passes it to Andrew, who tries to make a 3-pointer. I put my hands in the air, smack the ball and shoot. It swishes through the goal. "1-0." Elaina yells. Andrew takes the ball, passes it to Jackson, who tried to shoot. Elaina tried to jump up, but it was too late. The ball was already in. "1-1." Jackson said this time. Taking this advantage,  I swiped the ball from his hand and did a layup. "2-1." Andrew yells. Elaina took my pass and dribbled out towards the back. They zoned in on her, but at the last moment, she passed it to me, who was already up close to the goal. I grabbed it and the ball swished the net. "3-1." Jackson takes the ball from under the net and dribbles, zooming out to half court and shoots. Goal. "3-2." Elaina says, taking the ball. The game goes on. Eventually, the score is "5-3. Girls win." Andrew raises an eyebrow. "If you guys win, what's the prize?" I shrug. "You think of that. I can' think of anything right now. We have to approve though." I say, putting emphasis on "approve." We shake hands and go back up to our rooms. The phone rings. "Gods, no. Don't answer that." Elaina says, who was flipping channels again. Not listening to her, I pick it up. "Prize." Andrew's voice comes from. "Jackson thought of it. I think it's horrible." He tells me the prize. It really is horrible. Guess what it is? To the pool. AGAIN. I'm so not taking that prize. I tell him "Something else." They hang up. "So?" Elaina says, unimpressed. "Pool." I mutter to her and she rolls her eyes. "Something else please!" She shouts to the TV. Again. "What?!" I yell to the receiver. Andrew tells me the prize. "Fine! If you can' think of anything, we'll just except that lame one!" I yell. I open the door, Elaina following and walk down 2 flights of stairs to their room. Jackson's  brown eye peeks through the peep hole. He pushes open the door. "Yes?" I walk past him. "Better prize PLEASE. We just went to the pool today! We're going to like, run out of swimming suits afterwards!" Jackson says, "You only have one." He continues. "But look closer." I roll my eyes and we depart. I open the door. 'Let's see if the 'wise words of Jackson' work." Elaina says sarcastically. We cautiously open our backpacks. Nectar. Ambrosia squares. Map. Money. Drachmas. Spare change of clothes. I look through the 'spare change of clothes.' Wonderful. "Ew." Elaina says, holding up a holed up shirt. "Jackson." We both mutter darkly. We continue looking for damaged clothing. "Wonderful. We now have holed up stuff." I say, holding up a pair of jeans with a hole for the kneecap. We dig through. Pop! I hear. I search my backpack. A letter. And a package.

We sent you a little something. Look inside the package. -Jackson and Andrew }:)

"What was that?" Elaina asks, holding up hers. "I guess we open it." I tell her. I slowly peel the brown paper. Something green. I pick up the jar full of green. It swirls around." Ahh!" Elaina yells. "Di Immortales! It's Greek fire! Drop it!" I quickly drop the package. "How do you like, extinguish this?!" I yell. "Just throw it out!" Elaina shouts back. "We don't have the right equipment!" I throw it out the window. The package explodes. The Greek fire is gone. It doesn't spread. It just explodes. I catch the remains. It's golden dust. Elaina rushes out the window. She catches the dust. "What is this?" She asked me. I shrugged and let go the bun to a braid. I slung it around my shoulder. My icy blue eyes followed the dust. "It's a trail!" I exclaim. I slip on my sandals, take my sword, disguise the sheath as a pouch, put my pocket knife and sword inside the pouch and go. Elaina follows, grabbing her supplies. Considering to follow down the steps or jump out the window, I decide to jump. It helps. A lot. I imagined a invisible net towards the bottom and I jumped. PC screamed, well, more like chittered-screamed, and I landed. The net bounced. I motioned for Elaian to follow. Her brunette braid came falling down. Then her body. "Oof!" Elaina said. I hopped off the net, waving my hand to make it disappear. I followed the golden dust trail, making a path of calm air with no wind, so that the dust doesn't fly off. We trail around unknown areas and back again. "Wait. Stop." Elaina's voice comes from behind me. I freeze. "What?" I yell back to her. "I think I found something." Elaina's voice calls out, zoning out. She doesn't answer. "Elaina! Elaina! ELAINA!!" I run over to her, the brunette braid coming from the corner of my eye. I see her, lying down, barely breathing. She moans deeply. "Ohhh." She groans. I inspect her. I REALLY need an Apollo kid right now. I see a jet stream of water, then the sun barely shining. I throw a drachma in there. "O goddess, accept my offering. Camp Half-Blood!" I yell. "Yes?" Chiron's voice answers. I state everything in a rush. "ElainaandIwerefollowingatraioandthnElainafoundsomething,butthenshelike,uh,faintedIguessandnowIneedhelpfromanApollokid." I take a breath. Which means, "Elaina and I were following a trail and then Elaina found something, but then she like, uh, fainted I guess and now I need help from an Apollo kid." Chiron runs, er, more like trots off. He returns a few seconds later with an Apollo kid. "What?" He said frantically. I retell the story. He searches her. "Chiron, teleport me." He said gravely. Chiron nods and in a few seconds, the Apollo person is there. He feels for pulse, observes her, all that. I just frantically wait and fidget. The Apollo person takes out some supplies and starts working. He bends over her, working hard. After a while, he says, "Elaina might die." 

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