THE HOUSE OF MEMORIES [J. GRACE]

NINE

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ THE HOUSE OF MEMORIES ༉‧₊˚.[THE HEROES OF OLYMPUS]

C H A N D L E R
chapter nine: the highlight of my evening was the best thing since sliced bread. orange soda!

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THE WOODS were simultaneously the best and worst place at camp half-blood for chandler.

best? because it's where many of her most dear memories had taken place. the first to pop up was two summers ago, when her and clarisse had teamed up during the war games when quintus ( or daedalus, take your pick ) was their old sword's master. the pair of them absolutely dominated the games, and sent everyone packing. chandler still had her golden laurel on display, it was made of metal so it refused to wilt. percy had been trapped in an entrance to the labyrinth with annabeth, so he grumbled every time he seen the reminder that he'd lost to his best friend, and his worst frenemy.

or, her times in bunker nine with charlie — those were especially dear to her heart, as only two people currently alive, besides herself, of course, that knew of bunker nine's existence, and whereabouts. percy, her absolute best friend, and chiron, who knew almost everything that went on in camp.

but, her most favorite of all of the good times was the day chandler, and percy decided they were going to attempt the absolute impossible — they were going to build a fucking tree house.

the pair of excited demigods ran halfway across camp without losing a single breath, and raided the hephaestus cabins' forgery to find all their needed items; such as wooden planks, tools, etc. both demigods heaved their respected tools to the woods, and had completely forgotten they didn't know how how to build a freaking tree house, and didn't really care enough to actually try. they had ran out of motivation halfway through, and gave up.

instead, they spent the whole day in the woods messing around — chandler had even convinced percy to let her nail him up into a tree by his t-shirt which was an absolute success, but not in the eyes of the dryads.

now, chandler walked along with her new younger brother, leo, until the both of them were absolutely sure there was no one back at the cabins who could potentially see them use their powers. well, chandler walked unbothered, as she didn't care who seen her powers. she'd done a good job hiding them so far, so honestly, she didn't care much anymore.

then, there was leo, who was stumbling over his sneakers as they walked. even chandler knew that a heavier shoe was needed to walk through their woods. she almost always lived in her pair of worn, platform combat boots, no matter how impractical some thought they were. she made them practical. plus, she believed they were majorly complimentary toward her aesthetic.

when they were sure they were in clear, they summoned fire. chandler kept her surprise off her face well, and pretended she wasn't shocked, though leo explained to her a couple moments before that he did also have fire powers.

chandler had a lot more practice with her powers compared to leo, and she wasn't as scared of her ability as her older brother had been, and leo was. she was always the embracing, or if all else fails, ignoring type. so, when she realized she couldn't ignore her powers until they went away, she learned to control them. she summoned a giant fireball that curled alluringly, the very tips of her fingers feeling very much asleep as they glowed a bright red.

her entire face was basked in the orangey-red glow that came from the fire, but otherwise she could see perfectly. leo stared, completely unaware of chandler's whole glowing situation — after all, none of his cabinmates had bothered to inform him of that. leo simply summoned his own fireball, sans glowing fingertips, about the size of a baseball to light his way.