The Thorns of a Rose 6The Thorns of a Rose 6The Thorns of a Rose 6 by starbreese
- The saltiness of tears –
“Goddess, please accept my offer.”I muttered as I threw a Drachmae into the rainbow coloured light. The moment the coin hit the light, it disappeared. “Camp Half-Blood, Annabeth please.”I said next with a sigh.
It took a few seconds before Annabeth’s face appeared and she wasn’t alone. Also Grover was with her. “Percy!”she spoke the moment she saw me. “Hey guys.”I said with a sad smile. It had been three days since our encounter with the Amphisbaena. Three days since Althea’s dad had died.
Annabeth and Grover had returned to Camp the next day but I had stayed. Althea needed me for the moment. “How’s our flower doing?”Grover wanted to know. He and Althea were quite close. Guess it had something to do with the whole ‘protect nature’ thing they shared.
“Not so good.”I told them. “She hasn’t said a
Chaos (Part 2)After we left Cabin 11, Jacob was whisked away by Travis and Connor, the dryad close behind them. This left me, Andrew and a tired Becky alone next to the hearth at the center of camp. I briefly wondered about that girl the tree nymph had mentioned. Who was she? Why was she staying in the Hermes cabin? What did she have against the Hephaestus campers? I decided not to dwell on it, though. No point in asking answer-less questions, right?Chaos (Part 2) by YouRock321
After a short debate, we decided to head down to the arena to see what was going on. A decently long walk later, we ended up in the heat of a battle taking place in the colosseum-looking building. About fifteen people were in the center, all of them dressed in full battle gear. They were each fighting against each other with swords, spears and even daggers that had a bronze color to them. There were dummies dressed in breastplates and helmets that were pushed the far wall to make room for the hand-to-hand combat raging on. The people fighting varied in
The unclimbable treeThe unclimbable treeThe unclimbable tree by starbreese
Art trade with AKgirlie98 – A Percy Jackson one shot
“I’ll show them how it’s done.”I muttered to myself through gritted teeth as I pulled myself up onto a higher branch of the so called ‘unclimbable tree’. Why it was unclimbable? Very simple. It was a giant amongst his fellow tree friends that surrounded Camp Half-Blood plus he had over a million of branches from which only a handful were good enough to support your weight.
If you picked one of the not-so-good branches to stand on, it would snap and you would tumble all the way back down. I’m speaking out of experience here. This was the thirteenth time already that I tried to climb this tree today. But I wasn’t going to give up. Oh, no… Julie Morgan would be the first one to climb this unclimbable tree and the whole camp would now it! After all, wasn’t there some saying that said ‘thirteen is the charm’?
By now I had
PJO- The Gods Visit (Chapter 7) Ares: Day 1PJO- The Gods Visit (Chapter 7) by mythomaniac159
Clarisse sat on her bunk, sharpening her sword, but not quite paying attention. The cabin had been swept and cleaned the previous night, though it didn't really matter, and so she had been glad to get that off her mind. Punk rock music emanated from the landmines surrounding the cabin, causing several passing Apollo campers to grimace or glare at them. The air in the blood-red cabin was thick with anticipation as Clarisse's brothers arm-wrestled with one another, chattering nineteen to the dozen.
Clarisse didn't know what to make of this whole gods-visiting thing. She had seen how Demeter and Miranda got along, and deep down, she felt jealous. Demeter hardly ever interacted with her children and most of the quests she assigned them were, in Clarisse's opinion, lame. Clarisse had gone as green as the Demeter cabin's roof with envy at the thought of Poseidon and Percy. Why couldn't she have a similar relationship with her father? She didn't care about the bets everyon
Flight of the EagleIt was the last week of university. Classes were complete, exams were taken. It was the time for the students to find a job. Lucy sighed as she perused the job choices. None of job offerings appealed to her. She didn't want to be stuck behind the desk; she wanted to be out and about. Adventure and action were her calling. She logged out off the computer and got up.Flight of the Eagle by tyw7
Maybe I needed a breather. Time to cool my head. Lucy thought.
She headed to the wardrobe. She grabbed a towel and disrobed. Although age has filled her in considerably since her stick figure days, Lucy wasn't particularly curvaceous. In fact she was stronger than most typical girls (or boys). She was sure she could take even the strongest bullies in a fist fight and win.
Staring at the mirror, she could see faint scars that covered her face. She paused at the one that under her left eye. The same mark that she had sustained when monst
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