Forbidden 2: Everlasting Demigod
I
Lilianna
"Campers." Lupa announced at breakfast a week later in her human form. "Something is happening. Something that hasn't happened in a very, very long time."
She winced, and all the Romans frowned.
"What's wrong, Lupa?" A little girl who couldn't have been more than six inquired.
Lupa raised her eyes to Olympus. "The Greeks are coming," she stated.
A collective gasp rose from the cafeteria.
"But Madame Lupa." a girl from Ceres stood up. "How can they be coming here? What possible reason could they have for coming here?"
Lupa's eyes darkened, and she replied shortly, "It involves the Great Prophecy."
There was no gasp this time, only silence. I glanced at Annabeth and Percy--specifically avoiding HIM with my eyes--to see their reactions, but their faces were expressionless.
"What's the Great Prophecy this time?" Someone else asked.
Lupa took a deep breath.
"Seven half-bloods shall answer the call
To storm or fire the world must fall
An oath to keep with a final breath
And foes bear arms at the Doors of Death."
This time, everyone spoke at once. "Who could be the seven? An oath to keep?" they wondered. "Doors of Death?" I wondered. "Surely that's somewhere in the Underworld…"
"Soldiers, settle down." Lupa's voice, though not loud, echoed across the fancy cafeteria.
The talking ceased.
"Thank you." Lupa nodded. "The Greeks will be coming here today at six o' clock. I suggest you be ready."
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The swords clanged together. I groaned when mine crashed to the ground.
"You're getting better at swordplay, Anna," brown-haired Gwen Compton said. The Romans preferred to call me Anna, because they thought it sounded more "normal."
"Thanks, but I think the contrary." I said, mopping my face with a bit of cloth and taking a drink from my water bottle.
"Hey, from your point, you could only improve," she smirked. The Romans were so brutally honest.
"Thanks for the compliment." I replied sarcastically. "I'm gonna go wash up for lunch."
She nodded and started wiping her sword off.
Children of Mercury… I rolled my eyes. Sometimes they were annoying, but they knew how to handle a sword.
But that wasn't what I was focused on particularly. As I grabbed all my stuff and headed to my cabin, I thought about what Lupa had said. The Greeks were coming? But wouldn't that mean… everyone?
I shuddered at how I knew the Romans would react. Sharing their cabin with one Greek was quite enough, in their opinion. Sharing it with ten…
I opened the door to the armory, balancing my armor on one hand. Dropping it all on the floor, I plopped down, exhausted.
"Hey."
A voice cut through the silence of the musty armory. "What are you doing?"
Caleb Sanchez stood in the doorway and crossed her arms. At sixteen, she was pretty, with short blond hair that was almost always in a ponytail, light freckles across her nose, and piercing gold-and-green eyes. It was a strange combination.
"Nothing," I said hurriedly, trying to stand up and brushing the sawdust off my clothes.
She smiled a little. So far, she and another Trivia girl--Hazel Braxton--had been my only friends here. Sure, Gwen helped me with swordplay, but I realized one thing with a start: I was never going back to Camp Half-Blood. This was my home now. I was Roman. My friends now would be my friends forever.
"Hey," she repeated. "Anna, snap put of it."
I shook my head. "Sorry, just got a little… distracted."
She grabbed my hand and helped me up. "It's almost lunch. You're going to have to report your progress to--"
"--the Pretty Committee," we finished in unison. I groaned. They were the goody-goody kids of Venus that kept track of the day's progress. (We got the names from The Clique by Lisi Harrison) You couldn't go to any meal without telling them something productive that you had done that day. If they thought your actions were passable, they sent you off to your respective meal. (A.K.A. If they liked you, you could eat.) And there were no loopholes. They stood at the only entrance to the cafeteria, so you couldn't get in without talking to them. It was--in a word--brutal.
"C'mon kiddo," Caleb said, circling her arm through mine. "You can't escape them, and--"
A gurgling sound escaped my stomach. I grinned sheepishly.
"You're hungry, I can tell." She laughed.
"You know what's for lunch?" I asked her, rubbing my stomach as we walked.
She shrugged. "Let's just hope that the Ceres kids are cooking today and not the Mercury ones."
We cringed when a smell hit our noses as we got to the doorway of the cafeteria, like burning socks.
"Mercury," we groaned.
We strolled casually up to the Pretty Committee.
"Hi, Alyssa," Caleb said.
The blond girl who looked like she was in charge of the others smirked and adjusted her clipboard.
"What have you done to deserve this--" she cleared her throat "--wonderful meal today?"
"Only practiced my swordfighting, carried messages for Lupa, and saved someone's life from the giant squid," Caleb recited casually.
Alyssa's lip curled. "Go right ahead."
"I think I'll wait for Anna." Caleb lifted her chin.
One of Alyssa's "friends" turned to me. "What did'ja do today?"
"Practiced swordfighting, returned everybody's armor to the shed, hunted a few monsters, and taught some eight-year-olds a few bow-and-arrow tips." I grinned.
The girl--Arabell--planted a false smile on her face. "Go with your friend."
I linked my arm with Caleb's. "We conquered them this time."
She laughed, and we sat at one of the stone tables. Golden plates and silverware appeared in front of us. The food that appeared wasn't so pretty.
"Is this… broccoli?" Caleb held up a burnt piece of charcoal shaped like a tree. We burst into giggles.
"I wonder what this meal actually is…" I pondered.
Caleb peered at her plate. "Roast turkey and mashed potatoes with veggies on the side?"
"Spaghetti, but nice try," said a Mercury kid walking past us.
We grinned and rolled our eyes, continuing to make fun of the food.
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So there was the first chappie of Forbidden 2! Hope you liked it. Please PLEASE comment.
I
Lilianna
"Campers." Lupa announced at breakfast a week later in her human form. "Something is happening. Something that hasn't happened in a very, very long time."
She winced, and all the Romans frowned.
"What's wrong, Lupa?" A little girl who couldn't have been more than six inquired.
Lupa raised her eyes to Olympus. "The Greeks are coming," she stated.
A collective gasp rose from the cafeteria.
"But Madame Lupa." a girl from Ceres stood up. "How can they be coming here? What possible reason could they have for coming here?"
Lupa's eyes darkened, and she replied shortly, "It involves the Great Prophecy."
There was no gasp this time, only silence. I glanced at Annabeth and Percy--specifically avoiding HIM with my eyes--to see their reactions, but their faces were expressionless.
"What's the Great Prophecy this time?" Someone else asked.
Lupa took a deep breath.
"Seven half-bloods shall answer the call
To storm or fire the world must fall
An oath to keep with a final breath
And foes bear arms at the Doors of Death."
This time, everyone spoke at once. "Who could be the seven? An oath to keep?" they wondered. "Doors of Death?" I wondered. "Surely that's somewhere in the Underworld…"
"Soldiers, settle down." Lupa's voice, though not loud, echoed across the fancy cafeteria.
The talking ceased.
"Thank you." Lupa nodded. "The Greeks will be coming here today at six o' clock. I suggest you be ready."
_______
The swords clanged together. I groaned when mine crashed to the ground.
"You're getting better at swordplay, Anna," brown-haired Gwen Compton said. The Romans preferred to call me Anna, because they thought it sounded more "normal."
"Thanks, but I think the contrary." I said, mopping my face with a bit of cloth and taking a drink from my water bottle.
"Hey, from your point, you could only improve," she smirked. The Romans were so brutally honest.
"Thanks for the compliment." I replied sarcastically. "I'm gonna go wash up for lunch."
She nodded and started wiping her sword off.
Children of Mercury… I rolled my eyes. Sometimes they were annoying, but they knew how to handle a sword.
But that wasn't what I was focused on particularly. As I grabbed all my stuff and headed to my cabin, I thought about what Lupa had said. The Greeks were coming? But wouldn't that mean… everyone?
I shuddered at how I knew the Romans would react. Sharing their cabin with one Greek was quite enough, in their opinion. Sharing it with ten…
I opened the door to the armory, balancing my armor on one hand. Dropping it all on the floor, I plopped down, exhausted.
"Hey."
A voice cut through the silence of the musty armory. "What are you doing?"
Caleb Sanchez stood in the doorway and crossed her arms. At sixteen, she was pretty, with short blond hair that was almost always in a ponytail, light freckles across her nose, and piercing gold-and-green eyes. It was a strange combination.
"Nothing," I said hurriedly, trying to stand up and brushing the sawdust off my clothes.
She smiled a little. So far, she and another Trivia girl--Hazel Braxton--had been my only friends here. Sure, Gwen helped me with swordplay, but I realized one thing with a start: I was never going back to Camp Half-Blood. This was my home now. I was Roman. My friends now would be my friends forever.
"Hey," she repeated. "Anna, snap put of it."
I shook my head. "Sorry, just got a little… distracted."
She grabbed my hand and helped me up. "It's almost lunch. You're going to have to report your progress to--"
"--the Pretty Committee," we finished in unison. I groaned. They were the goody-goody kids of Venus that kept track of the day's progress. (We got the names from The Clique by Lisi Harrison) You couldn't go to any meal without telling them something productive that you had done that day. If they thought your actions were passable, they sent you off to your respective meal. (A.K.A. If they liked you, you could eat.) And there were no loopholes. They stood at the only entrance to the cafeteria, so you couldn't get in without talking to them. It was--in a word--brutal.
"C'mon kiddo," Caleb said, circling her arm through mine. "You can't escape them, and--"
A gurgling sound escaped my stomach. I grinned sheepishly.
"You're hungry, I can tell." She laughed.
"You know what's for lunch?" I asked her, rubbing my stomach as we walked.
She shrugged. "Let's just hope that the Ceres kids are cooking today and not the Mercury ones."
We cringed when a smell hit our noses as we got to the doorway of the cafeteria, like burning socks.
"Mercury," we groaned.
We strolled casually up to the Pretty Committee.
"Hi, Alyssa," Caleb said.
The blond girl who looked like she was in charge of the others smirked and adjusted her clipboard.
"What have you done to deserve this--" she cleared her throat "--wonderful meal today?"
"Only practiced my swordfighting, carried messages for Lupa, and saved someone's life from the giant squid," Caleb recited casually.
Alyssa's lip curled. "Go right ahead."
"I think I'll wait for Anna." Caleb lifted her chin.
One of Alyssa's "friends" turned to me. "What did'ja do today?"
"Practiced swordfighting, returned everybody's armor to the shed, hunted a few monsters, and taught some eight-year-olds a few bow-and-arrow tips." I grinned.
The girl--Arabell--planted a false smile on her face. "Go with your friend."
I linked my arm with Caleb's. "We conquered them this time."
She laughed, and we sat at one of the stone tables. Golden plates and silverware appeared in front of us. The food that appeared wasn't so pretty.
"Is this… broccoli?" Caleb held up a burnt piece of charcoal shaped like a tree. We burst into giggles.
"I wonder what this meal actually is…" I pondered.
Caleb peered at her plate. "Roast turkey and mashed potatoes with veggies on the side?"
"Spaghetti, but nice try," said a Mercury kid walking past us.
We grinned and rolled our eyes, continuing to make fun of the food.
______
So there was the first chappie of Forbidden 2! Hope you liked it. Please PLEASE comment.
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