“Chiron,” I said. “If the gods and Olympus and all that are real…”
“Yes, child?”
“Does that mean the Underworld is real, too?”
Chiron 's expression darkened.
Celeste looked at me i knew she saw right through me but I didn't care, she narrowed her eyes at me
"You narrow your eyes alot" Riki murmurs to Celeste " i used to do that, now however I can't show emotions like these everyone's always looking, right now too they all are" Celeste answers casually making Riki frown and tug her closer "you shouldn't go through these things at such age" "Riki" Celeste sighs, she knows he's not wrong but then again they aren't normal "did we have to see people close to us die? We're not normal. My each step each breath is being monitored by people here at the camp im more free to do anything i want it's home a haven for me"
Riki just falls silent.
“Yes, child.” He paused, as if choosing his words carefully. “There is a
place where spirits go after death. But for now…until we know more…I
would urge you to put that out of your mind.”
“What do you mean, ‘until we know more
“Come, Percy,Celeste. Let’s see the woods.”
As we got closer, I realized how huge the forest was. It took up at least a
quarter of the valley, with trees so tall and thick, you could imagine nobody
had been in there since the Native Americans.
Chiron said, “The woods are stocked, if you care to try your luck, but go
armed.”
"Stocked with what?" I asked " armed with what?"
"You'll see. Capture the flag is Friday night. Do you both have your own sword and shield?"
"My own-?"
"Hold up- sword? Shield?" Ginny asks "why do you need that?"
"Oh I don't know Ginny how about to protecting yourself?"
"From what?"
"You'll see"
"YOU!" Mrs weasley points at Chiron "you gotta be children swords and shields at such young age ? That's so irresponsible"
"Oh yea and giving eleven year olds wands with power to kill is oh so responsible right? And also don't point it's rude" Chiron says with a straight face.
Celeste snorts she loved Chiron's sassy side it was funny till the time it wasn't being used on her.
Mrs weasley went silent before saying" well we teach them how to use it it is no harm without being taught how to use it"
" At the camp we are taught how to use swords daggers and all types of weaponry from pros and people who have survived shit you can't imagine. Plus magic can be used without people knowing it too. Tom riddle is an excellent example of that. As a child he was in an orphanage you know."
“No,” Chiron said. “I don’t suppose you do. I think a size five will do for you Percy and a size 4 for Celeste. I’ll
visit the armory later.”
I wanted to ask what kind of summer camp had an armory, but there was
too much else to think about, so the tour continued. We saw the archery
range, the canoeing lake, the stables (which Chiron didn’t seem to like very
much), the javelin range, the sing-along amphitheater, and the arena where
Chiron said they held sword and spear fights.
“Sword and spear fights?” I asked.
“Cabin challenges and all that,” he explained. “Not lethal. Usually. Oh,
yes, and there’s the mess hall.”
“What do you do when it rains?” I asked.
Chiron looked at me as if I’d gone a little weird. “We still have to eat,
don’t we?” I decided to drop the subject.
I heard Celeste 'eh?' a little i guess she zoned out.
Finally, he showed me the cabins. There were twelve of them, nestled in
the woods by the lake. They were arranged in a U, with two at the base and
five in a row on either side. And they were without doubt the most bizarre
collection of buildings I’d ever seen.
Except for the fact that each had a large brass number above the door
(odds on the left side, evens on the right), they looked absolutely nothing
alike. Number nine had smokestacks, like a tiny factory. Number four had
tomato vines on the walls and a roof made out of real grass. Seven seemed to
be made of solid gold, which gleamed so much in the sunlight it was almost
impossible to look at. They all faced a commons area about the size of a
soccer field, dotted with Greek statues, fountains, flower beds, and a couple
of basketball hoops (which were more my speed).
In the center of the field was a huge stone-lined firepit. Even though it was a warm afternoon, the hearth smoldered. A girl about nine years old was
tending the flames, poking the coals with a stick.
I glanced at Celeste to see her looking at the girl with a smile. Celeste had been gaurded till now but u guess she now felt a little better.
The pair of cabins at the head of the field, numbers one and two, looked
like his-and-hers mausoleums, big white marble boxes with heavy columns in
front. Cabin one was the biggest and bulkiest of the twelve. Its polished
bronze doors shimmered like a hologram, so that from different angles
lightning bolts seemed to streak across them. Cabin two was more graceful
somehow, with slimmer columns garlanded with pomegranates and flowers.
The walls were carved with images of peacocks.
"Zeus and Hera?" Celeste guessed
"Correct" Chiron said
"Their cabin look empty"
“Several of the cabins are. That’s true. No one ever stays in one or two.”
Okay. So each cabin had a different god, like a mascot.
Twelve cabins for the twelve Olympians. But why would some be empty?
I stopped in front of the first cabin on the left, cabin three.
It wasn’t high and mighty like cabin one, but long and low and solid. The
outer walls were of rough gray stone studded with pieces of seashell and
coral, as if the slabs had been hewn straight from the bottom of the ocean
floor. I peeked inside the open doorway and Chiron said, “Oh, I wouldn’t do
that!”
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Nyctophilia
Fanfiction||A person who loves night or darkness|| When during a feast in hogwart in the middle of Celeste Amaris Potter's 5th year at hogwarts there is a flash. demigods, gods, weasleys, sirius, lupin, moody, minister of magic, malfoys all are teleported int...
