Chapter Eight

   Annabeth


  If you're complaining about taking out the garbage or having to check your tool shed and it's raining, feel proud of yourself. It was absolutely pouring out here. Lucas coughed out some water.
   "Man, it's raining." I saw faint static outline Lucas. "By Hades, why today?"
   I shrugged. "Let's just head to that camp."
   Lucas walked over to the Master Bolt, which was losing it's light. He turned the key. The engine sputtered out water.
   "What the?" I peered in the engine. As soon as I flicked the water out, smoke greeted my face.
   I backed away, coughing.
   My brother laughed. "Come on, slowpoke! Let's get this show on the road!"
   I fell into one of the car seats, and we began driving to Oregon.

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  I heaved myself onto a building's porch. I coughed out some swallowed rainwater, and Lucas knocked on the door.
   "This is the training camp?"
   "Yeah... I remember going here last summer. Demigods normally go here every summer. Ends at fall."
   I shivered from the cold rain. It seemed like a huge bucket of water was pouring on Oregon. Lucas knocked again. The door swung open, revealing a girl. She had curly brown hair, blue eyes and olive-colored skin. She wore a sea-green shorts, blue like the Caribbean's waters, and seashell jewelry. She had a troubled look on her face.
  "May I help you... people?" The girl asked.
  "Don't worry, we're demigods!" Lucas said. "I'm a son of Zeus, and she's a daughter of Zeus!"
  "I'm Sara! Pleased to meet new demigods!" The girl smiled and led us in.
  Inside was luxury. There were Greek artifacts and godly stuff. There were snacks and T.V.s and other amazing things. At the very end of the room was a elevator and a door and on the ceiling was one huge chandelier. There were other demigods chatting and eating, so basically 10 eyes looked up at me.
  "Who's she?" A boy snorted. He had ruffled blonde hair, wearing battle armor and bearing a sword.
  "This is Annabeth, a daughter of Hades." Sara answered.
  "She looks deathly," The boy said.
  Sara shot him a look. "I don't care for your tone, Max! Jeez, even for a son of Ares you're a bigger bully than him!"
   Max crossed his arms and marched over to the elevator.
   "Sara, who is your parent?" I asked her.
   A shadow fogged up in her eyes. She blinked, and the shadow disappeared. "Uh, um... daughter of Hestia."
   I stared at the seashell jewelry, then up to her eyes. "'Kay." I lied and crashed on a couch.
   "I remember you." I heard Lucas tell Sara. "You're not a daughter of Hestia, are you?"
    "Just be quiet!" Sara hissed. "She doesn't need to know who my parent really is."