The Forbidden Daughter | PJO Book One

three

GROVER BEING DRAMATIC

Soon enough, it was nearly time for dinner and Annabeth found herself sat on top of the hill with Ariana.

"I'm telling you!" She shouted. "The toilet exploded!"

"Chiron seems to think he's a son of Poseidon."
Ariana said.

Annabeth froze. "What did you say?"

"Chiron think he's Posideons son. I guess blowing up a toilet supports that." Ariana raised her eyebrows, questioning Annabeth.

"A child of the Big Three?"

Ariana shrugged. "I guess."

"Well." Annabeth said, standing up. "We best head to the mess hall. Mr. D will murder you if you're late again."

Annabeth held out her hand; Ariana gladly took it as she pulled herself up from the floor. Quickly, dusting herself off they headed towards the Mess hall.

Throughout their walk Annabeth continued to rant about Percy Jackson.

"And to top it all off he had the audacity to ask who my father was!" She complained.

"He thought he was your godly parent?" Asked Ariana.

She nodded. "Yeah."

"He is probably still very confused. I'll try to speak to him at dinner."

"Clarisse joked about him being big three material. I really thought he'd be the one."

"Don't worry about that prophecy Annie." Ariana reassured the girl she had known for years.

"I cant help it." Annabeth sighed.

Ariana knew she could, she knew her friend all too well. Annabeth had been her head in this prophecy since she knew it and yet Ariana still barely knew what she was on about.

At the pavilion, torches blazed around the marble columns. A central fire burned in a bronzer brazier the size of a bathtub. Each cabin had its own table, covered in white cloth trimmed in purple. Four of the tables were empty but cabin elevens was way overcrowded.

"See you soon Annie." Ariana said goodbye before walking to cabin elevens table and squeezing onto the bench. Percy joined soon after, sitting opposite her

Finally, Chiron pounded his hoof against the marble floor of the pavilion, and everybody fell silent. He raised a glass 'to the gods'.

As usual, everybody else raised their glasses. Ariana had to nudge Percy to get him to do the same and together they chanted, 'to the gods!'

Wood nymphs came forward with platters of food: grapes, apples, strawberries, cheese, fresh bread and barbecue.

Percy looked down at his empty glass; Luke helped him out, "Speak to it. Whatever you want - non-alcoholic of course."

Luke was Hermes counsellor and one of the oldest kids at the camp. Ariana was grateful for Luke as he was one of the only ones who didn't necessarily judge her for not being claimed.

Percy said. "Cherry coke."

Then he seemed to have an idea as he repeated. "Blue cherry coke."

The sofa turned a violent shade of cobalt.

Ariana gave him a weird look but nonetheless said nothing.

Ariana loaded her plate with some food before standing up and joining the crowds. On her way she grabbed Percy. "Come on."

Confused, he followed her. Luke muttered in his ear. "Burnt offerings for the gods. They like the smell."

"You're kidding." He said finding it amusing.