The Arrival
-Percy-It was just a regular day, that is until she came. I was just failing at archery (again) with the Apollo kids laughing at me (again) when I heard a strange grumbling sound coming from the top of the hill. I didn't bother dropping my bow or quiver as I ran to the top to see what was going on.
I couldn't believe that no one else seemed to notice her, but there was a girl, about eight years old, fighting a venti with her bare hands. I didn't know why but as soon as I reached her, I threw my bow and quiver to her. She caught them with incredible speed and nocked a few arrows and lodged them in the storm spirit's head. It disintegrated as soon as the third arrow hit it. I was impressed at this little girl's aim.
That only made me wonder more about who she was. She couldn't possibly have wandered here without a satyr to guide her, but she was too young to have one looking for her. With aim like that, she could be an Apollo kid, and she also had some of the features of them. She could also be a youngly-recruited Hunter of Artemis.
I approached her wearily with my hands up to show I wasn't wielding a weapon. She lowered the bow and stepped towards me cautiously.
"Who are you?" I asked her.
"Jenna." She said in a small voice, "Jenna Woods." I smiled at her and offered her my hand. She took it carefully and let me lead her down the hill into the pavilion. People were staring, but I didn't care. It was strange to have a demigod this young in Camp. I led her to Chiron, who was sitting in his wheelchair on the porch of the Big House. He studied her with interest, then seemed to make nothing of her arrival and gave her the standard speech about gods and monsters and all that cheerful 'You're not likely to survive' stuff. It didn't faze Jenna at all.
She looked tough, like she was born to be that way. She took it all pretty well, no denial or anything. I was asked to show her around until dinner, so I wasted some time playing tour guide. She seemed really interested in all the training stuff. That and all the empty cabins, like Hera and Artemis. I took some time to explain why they were that way for her. (Can I freak out for a second? OK. AWWWWW!!! She's SOO CUTE!!!! LIKE INSANE CUTE!!! I want to EAT her FACE cute!!!!! Ok all done...)
Soon it was dinner time and she and I were both waiting to see who would claim her. I had bet on Apollo. She sat at the Hermes table, getting sacred by all the freaky thieving teenagers surrounding her, so I gave her an encouraging smile. Dinner passed quickly, but only at the very end did a glowing lyre appear above her head. The Apollo table cheered and came over to collect her.
I was happy for her, but I couldn't help but feel like there was something wrong. That's when things got strange.
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