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 آپ 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 مزید 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 میز, جدول 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 سٹرابیری, اسٹرابیری 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 مزید confused.
"Mr.D. Artemisia is here," Lauren کہا 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 مہر Harbor, she would have broken down into tears. This دن just kept getting weirder and weirder.
"Annabeth. دکھائیں 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 مالٹا, نارنگی t-shirt that کہا "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 آپ are half Greek god. So are all the other kids at this camp."
I swallowed. "No. I think آپ have the wrong person. I have dyslexia and ADHD. I'm not that special."
"That's what makes آپ special. Your half Greek blood is accustomed to reading Ancient Greek, not English. And your ADHD. Those are your battle instincts. They'll keep آپ 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 آپ 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 آپ 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 مزید 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 میز, جدول 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 سٹرابیری, اسٹرابیری 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 مزید confused.
"Mr.D. Artemisia is here," Lauren کہا 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 مہر Harbor, she would have broken down into tears. This دن just kept getting weirder and weirder.
"Annabeth. دکھائیں 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 مالٹا, نارنگی t-shirt that کہا "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 آپ are half Greek god. So are all the other kids at this camp."
I swallowed. "No. I think آپ have the wrong person. I have dyslexia and ADHD. I'm not that special."
"That's what makes آپ special. Your half Greek blood is accustomed to reading Ancient Greek, not English. And your ADHD. Those are your battle instincts. They'll keep آپ 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 آپ 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.
So... I’m making a book that goes along with Percy Jackson, but with a new character; his name is Ellis Hartley. In the book, it goes along with so many books; Percy Jackson, Harry Potter, and Captain Underpants. Here’s a منظر پیش (and no, this is not the first words):
Mortals hollered insanely and the pilot tried to lower the plane while speaking incoherently to the co-pilot, but it was no good. The plane kept rising and it shakily tried to steady as they hovered over the New York City skyscrapers.
Meanwhile, Percy, Annabeth, Jason, Leo, and Piper tried to fight the shiny blob. People kept coughing and seemed to rapidly spread diseases. One person lay severely injured سے طرف کی a spreading surge of lung cancer.
How do آپ think of it? Let me know, and I can change it!
Mortals hollered insanely and the pilot tried to lower the plane while speaking incoherently to the co-pilot, but it was no good. The plane kept rising and it shakily tried to steady as they hovered over the New York City skyscrapers.
Meanwhile, Percy, Annabeth, Jason, Leo, and Piper tried to fight the shiny blob. People kept coughing and seemed to rapidly spread diseases. One person lay severely injured سے طرف کی a spreading surge of lung cancer.
How do آپ think of it? Let me know, and I can change it!
