Lauren lead me away from Chiron, and through the gates.
"What's going on? Where are your crutches!" I asked Lauren as soon as we were out of ear shot of Chiron.
"I'll let your guide tell Du that. I'm not at liberty to say," Lauren muttered. I had never heard her use a phrase like "at liberty to say". I mean where did that come form?
"Wait. Guide?" I was even Mehr confused than before.
Lauren didn't reply for a while. She was leading me down a hill, covered in perfectly maintained grass. Right in front of me, there was a giant house. It was two stories, with probably an attic. There was a porch out front, and there was a girl about 13 and a man about 50 years old, sitting at a tabelle playing cards. He was dressed in a horrifying Hawaiian shirt. I swear, those things must be an insult to people from Hawaii.
Behind the house, were acres upon acres of erdbeere fields. Maybe this was a place for weird "centaurs" that liked strawberry's a lot. But, the girl didn't seem, like a horse. But looks can be deceiving. Lauren brought me up on to the porch. There I realized that the weird old man was playing cards. Not with other people, but with other floating cards. This made me even Mehr confused.
"Mr.D. Artemisia is here," Lauren sagte to the weird old man. I guess his name was Mr.D.
"Well does it look like I care about this brat?" Mr.D whined. I guess he had woken up on the wring side of the bed.
"She needs a guide," Lauren said. If someone had done that to her in dichtung Harbor, she would have broken down into tears. This Tag just kept getting weirder and weirder.
"Annabeth. Zeigen Artmisa around," Mr.D said.
I was about to correct him but he shooed me away.
The girl came forward.
"Hi, my name is Annabeth," she said. She was about 5 foot 4. She had gorgeous curly blonde hair and grey eyes. Wait, grey eyes? I'd never seen that before. She was wearing an orange t-shirt that sagte "CAMP HALF_BLOOD"
"Where am I?" I asked hoping that this Annabeth could answer my questions.
"You are at Camp Half-Blood. Half-Blood Hill, Farm Road 3.141 Long Island, New York 11954," Annabeth explained. She lead me off the porch.
"Half-Blood." I repeated," Half what Annabeth?"
"You know the Greek Gods and Goddesses?" annabeth asked.
"Kinda. Why?"
"You are here because Du are half Greek god. So are all the other kids at this camp."
I swallowed. "No. I think Du have the wrong person. I have dyslexia and ADHD. I'm not that special."
"That's what makes Du special. Your half Greek blood is accustomed to Lesen Ancient Greek, not English. And your ADHD. Those are your battle instincts. They'll keep Du alive in a battle."
"Then whose your parent?"
"Athena, the goddess of battle strategy and wisdom."
"Then whose mine?"
"We don't know yet. They'll have to claim you. But just between Du and me, I can probably figure out who your parent is."
"How?"
"Just tell me a little bit about yourself."
"I am a night person. I hate boys. They irritate me. I'm really good at archery."
"Oh no. No no no." Annabeth mumbled.
"What? What what what!"
"We need to go talk to Chiron. Now"
Great not that crazy horse dude again. Annabeth turned, and ran up the hill. Chiron was standing right inside the gates.
"Chiron! I think I know who Artemisia's mother is!" Annabeth cried.
Chiron took Annabeth away.
"What's going on? Where are your crutches!" I asked Lauren as soon as we were out of ear shot of Chiron.
"I'll let your guide tell Du that. I'm not at liberty to say," Lauren muttered. I had never heard her use a phrase like "at liberty to say". I mean where did that come form?
"Wait. Guide?" I was even Mehr confused than before.
Lauren didn't reply for a while. She was leading me down a hill, covered in perfectly maintained grass. Right in front of me, there was a giant house. It was two stories, with probably an attic. There was a porch out front, and there was a girl about 13 and a man about 50 years old, sitting at a tabelle playing cards. He was dressed in a horrifying Hawaiian shirt. I swear, those things must be an insult to people from Hawaii.
Behind the house, were acres upon acres of erdbeere fields. Maybe this was a place for weird "centaurs" that liked strawberry's a lot. But, the girl didn't seem, like a horse. But looks can be deceiving. Lauren brought me up on to the porch. There I realized that the weird old man was playing cards. Not with other people, but with other floating cards. This made me even Mehr confused.
"Mr.D. Artemisia is here," Lauren sagte to the weird old man. I guess his name was Mr.D.
"Well does it look like I care about this brat?" Mr.D whined. I guess he had woken up on the wring side of the bed.
"She needs a guide," Lauren said. If someone had done that to her in dichtung Harbor, she would have broken down into tears. This Tag just kept getting weirder and weirder.
"Annabeth. Zeigen Artmisa around," Mr.D said.
I was about to correct him but he shooed me away.
The girl came forward.
"Hi, my name is Annabeth," she said. She was about 5 foot 4. She had gorgeous curly blonde hair and grey eyes. Wait, grey eyes? I'd never seen that before. She was wearing an orange t-shirt that sagte "CAMP HALF_BLOOD"
"Where am I?" I asked hoping that this Annabeth could answer my questions.
"You are at Camp Half-Blood. Half-Blood Hill, Farm Road 3.141 Long Island, New York 11954," Annabeth explained. She lead me off the porch.
"Half-Blood." I repeated," Half what Annabeth?"
"You know the Greek Gods and Goddesses?" annabeth asked.
"Kinda. Why?"
"You are here because Du are half Greek god. So are all the other kids at this camp."
I swallowed. "No. I think Du have the wrong person. I have dyslexia and ADHD. I'm not that special."
"That's what makes Du special. Your half Greek blood is accustomed to Lesen Ancient Greek, not English. And your ADHD. Those are your battle instincts. They'll keep Du alive in a battle."
"Then whose your parent?"
"Athena, the goddess of battle strategy and wisdom."
"Then whose mine?"
"We don't know yet. They'll have to claim you. But just between Du and me, I can probably figure out who your parent is."
"How?"
"Just tell me a little bit about yourself."
"I am a night person. I hate boys. They irritate me. I'm really good at archery."
"Oh no. No no no." Annabeth mumbled.
"What? What what what!"
"We need to go talk to Chiron. Now"
Great not that crazy horse dude again. Annabeth turned, and ran up the hill. Chiron was standing right inside the gates.
"Chiron! I think I know who Artemisia's mother is!" Annabeth cried.
Chiron took Annabeth away.
this is a spoiler free article. just read the blood of Olympias, and for Du people who want Percy to be the hero and not some one else don't read the book.i mean it is good but they replace Percy's view of things with Nico's view and Annebeth's view with Reyna's view.in other words Percy and Annebeth are just Mehr characters and are no longer the Heroes oder even the main characters.
p.s. they give this away at the beginning of the book Von as i sagte previously replacing Percy and Annebeth with Nico and Reyna.
p.s. they give this away at the beginning of the book Von as i sagte previously replacing Percy and Annebeth with Nico and Reyna.
LANCE EVAN'S POV
I watched Delana as she grinned and did a small victory dance. I figured this was something big for her, even though we haven't even won the game yet. I have to admit, in all my 15 years I had never seen someone so... well, pretty, I guess, (don't tell her I sagte that unless Du want your teeth kicked in), but I don't know, just, unique. Yeah, that's the word. She was different, in her own way, and didn't care what other people thought. I have to say, that's one of the reason I stick around this place. And after seeing her fight Hammy Buckwell, well it was pretty impressive. I noticed then that was staring at her doing her little dance. Unfortunately, she noticed too and stopped. We locked eyes, but I turned away uncomfortably, clearing my throat.
Just then, a huge roar echoed through the woods. Then, a 2-ton drakon came crashing through the woods.
I watched Delana as she grinned and did a small victory dance. I figured this was something big for her, even though we haven't even won the game yet. I have to admit, in all my 15 years I had never seen someone so... well, pretty, I guess, (don't tell her I sagte that unless Du want your teeth kicked in), but I don't know, just, unique. Yeah, that's the word. She was different, in her own way, and didn't care what other people thought. I have to say, that's one of the reason I stick around this place. And after seeing her fight Hammy Buckwell, well it was pretty impressive. I noticed then that was staring at her doing her little dance. Unfortunately, she noticed too and stopped. We locked eyes, but I turned away uncomfortably, clearing my throat.
Just then, a huge roar echoed through the woods. Then, a 2-ton drakon came crashing through the woods.
