Another mission passed. Another quest finished and over with. I sit next to Percy and Annabeth at the steps leading up to Percy's cabin. We stare at each other, tired and dirty.
"I should get to bed," Annabeth says breaking the silence. She limps away toward her cabin and I sigh.
"I guess that mean I should leave too," I say getting up. I don't want to leave. I don't want to go back to my cabin where I'm no longer a hero. I'm just another daughter of Hermes. Out of all the gods and goddesses, I just turned out to be another one of them. Or at least that's what I think.
I was dropped outside camp when I was only 2 months old. I never got a sign that I was anyone's child, so I have been stuck in the Hermes crowd my whole life.
But I know I have more potential then I'm held up to. I know that someday, I'll be just as powerful as Percy, or Annabeth, or even Clarissie. Not just another demi-god cast aside.
I'm snapped back into reality by Percy's hug. "Are you gonna be okay tonight? The quest wasn't easy." He asks and I shake my head
"I'll be fine," I assure and I walk into the night toward my cabin, practically hearing Connor and Trevor pick pocketing defenseless campers.
I ignore all the questions asked as I walk inside and just climb to my top bunk to bed. I close my eyes to the first dreamless sleep I've had in a year.
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I wake up on the ground. But not just on the normal wood floor of my cabin. I'm on dirt.
Right next to Zeus' fist
In the woods.
I get up and brush off my shoes which managed to find their way to my feet.
I walk back to cabin still perplexed as to how I got you when I feel a hand on my shoulder. I turn around and out of reflex snapping the mans arm around his back and he shrieks.
I get a chance to look at his face as he falls to the ground. And that's when I realize, I just broke a gods wrist.