I A Offered A Quest
"Have you received a quest? But you've only been at the camp for a few days..." Hestia says worriedly.
"Oh, well, yes. As children of the Big Three, we have to bear a lot of responsibility," Ariel says.
"You could say that," Thalia snorts.
Poseidon looks at his daughter with concern, while Amphitrite appears angry that their daughter is being sent on a quest.
The next morning, Chiron moved me to cabin three.
I didn't have to share with anybody. I had plenty of room for all my stuff, the Minotaur horn, one set of spare clothes, and a toiletry bag. I got go sit at my own dinner table, pick all my own activities, call "lights out" whenever I felt like it, and not listen anybody else.
Poseidon smiles happily that his daughter is already in her cabin.
And I was absolutely miserable.
"Why?" asks Piper confusedly, who wasn't at the camp at that time.
"Just watch," says Ariel a bit sadly.
Just when I'd starrted to feel accepted, to feel I had a home in cabin eleven and I might be a noral kid-or as normal as you can be when you're a half-blood I'd been separated out as if I had some rare disease.
"They avoided you," Demeter says sadly.
"Yes," Ariel says, nodding.
The Stoll brothers and Annabeth send sympathetic glances towards her.
Nobody mentioned the hellhound, but I got the feeling they were all talking about it behind my back.
The attack had scared everybody. It sent two messages: that I was the first daughter of the Sea God, and two monsters would stop at nothing to kill me. They could even ivade a camp that had always been considered safe.
Poseidon looks at his daughter with concern, never wanting a difficult life for any of his children.
The other campers steered clear of me as much as possible. Cabin eleven was too nervous to have sword class with me after what I'd done to the Ares folks in the woods, so my lessons with Luke become one-on-one. He pushed me harder that ever, and wasn't afraid to bruise me up in the process.
Apollo clenches his fist tightly, nobody should treat his soulmate like this.
You're going to need all the training you can get. - he promised, as we were working with swords and flaming torches. -Now let's thry that viper-beheading stirke again. Fifty more repetitions.
Annabeth still taught me Greek in the mornings, but she seemed distracted. Every time I said something, she swoled at me, as I'd just poked her between the eyes.
After lessons, she would walk away muttering to herself: Quest... Poseidon?... Dirty rotten... Got to make a plan..
"Annabeth!" Athena exclaimed in shock. "You can't say such things just because I don't get along with someone. This is terrible behavior!"
"Just as judgmental as her mother," Triton scoffs, rolling his eyes.
Annabeth looks at Thalia with tear-filled eyes, hoping she'll help, but Thalia remains silent. She may love Annabeth deeply, but she despises this behavior.
Even Clarisse kept her distance, though her venomous looks made it clear she wanted to kill me for breaking her magic spear. I wished she would just yell oor punch me or something. I'd rather get into fights every day than be ignored.
