Intertwined

You've read The Hunger Games. You've read Percy Jackson and The Olympians. What kind of horror takes place when the two combine? A boy and a girl tribute from each cabin must fight to the death. Only one person will come out alive. What will happen when two best friends are forced to go into the games together? Will River be able to kill her boyfriend in order to save her best friend? Read on to find out!

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4. River

Camp Half-Blood was amazing! Niall led me through the entire place explaining how all those greek myths and legends I thought were just simply myths and legends, were actually real. It was a lot to take in, but it explained my missing father and the Minotaur attack.

Niall said that he still didn’t know who his godly parent was because he was an orphan. His foster parents had told him that both his parents were killed in a car accident when he was very young.

I felt bad for him, at least I had my options narrowed down to 6 possible gods. Niall’s could be any of them. Well except Artemis or Hera for the obvious reasons I don’t want to go into detail about.

Even though I have only been here for roughly an hour, I understand how important getting ‘claimed’ is. Claire had been claimed pretty much as soon as she arrived. I have to admit I was kind of envious about it, but I was happy for her more than anything. She had a pretty tough life since her mother was a depressed psychopath.

It made sense that Apollo was her father. She had always been good at music and a natural with the bow and arrow. She could aim a bull’s eye from standing 20ft away from the target. Amazing!
                                                            ~*~
That night, just before dinner, I found Niall sitting on a rock down by the beach.

“Hey” I said to catch his attention.

Niall jumped and quickly turned around, “Hey River. So, are you enjoying camp so far?”

“Loving it. I just wish my father would hurry up and claim me soon.” I murmured.

“It takes time, but I’m sure he will soon enough. That goes for both of us.“ he paused then added, “It’s nice to have someone who knows what you’re dealing with to talk too” Niall said quietly.

“Ya. Hey Niall, where will I be sleeping tonight?”

“Since you don’t know who your godly parent is, you’ll be staying in Cabin 11, The Hermes Cabin. Hermes if the god of travellers, so we put all the newcomers in there. That’s where I sleep, too. Well, c’mon, I’ll take you there now. I’m pretty tired after today.’

And then he stood up, and reached for my hand. My fingers wrapped around his. I couldn’t but let out a small sigh. He was so sweet.

When we finally got to Cabin 11, there was a guy standing at the door, waiting for us to come in. As soon as we saw him, Niall let go of my hand. The boy had sandy brown hair, and looked pretty tough.

“Welcome. My name is Adam, and this is Cabin 11. There’s a spare bunk for you,” He pointed right at me, “right above Niall’s bunk.”

Obviously, I was fine with that. That night, I had the best dream ever. Niall and I were riding the shiny white pegasus, Dazzle. He had the reins, and I was clinging onto his back.  We went into town and landed our pegasus. I discovered we were at some fancy italian food place. We went to our table, and as we sat down, Niall took my hand and said,

“There’s something I need to tell you.”

“Um, okay” I said lamely.

And then my dream vanished.
 

~*~


I woke up to the sound of the breakfast horn. I jumped out of bed so fast, I whacked my head on the ceiling. When I landed my feet on the floor, I almost smacked right into Niall, who was just getting out bed.

“You too?” Niall said, looking surprised.

“Ya, I’m a deep sleeper” I joked.

Niall started to laugh a little. I had never heard him laugh, but he had the cutest laugh ever! He placed his arm around my torso and  together we walked to breakfast.

When we arrived, everyone was watching us. Niall had laced his fingers through mine on the way here, which I didn’t mind at all. Ok, I loved it.
We sat down together at the Hermes table and started to eat. After a few minutes, I spotted the Apollo table, way at the front of the dining room. Then I spotted Claire. She was talking and giggling over and over with her new cabinmates.

I saw her keep sneaking looks over to the Zeus table, where Josh sat with two other people. I bet she wanted to go over there and talk to him, but that was against the rules. Meanwhile, the Hermes table is overcrowded.

When I finished eating, I went over to the fire and scraped the remains of food off my plate. Then I caught up with Claire on our way back to our cabins.

“Oh hey River!” Claire said, happy to see me.

“Hey.” I replied.

“I was just thinking of going to the weapon shed to get something for myself. Josh said that every camper has a weapon to themselves, in case of emergency. Wanna come with me?”

“Sure” I replied.

If you think you have seen a weapon shed before, think again. This was huge! Swords, shields, knives, daggers, and a bunch of other things, hung on the walls. Claire went in before me.

“Hey check this out!” Claire gestured over to the back corner of the room.
Then I saw it. It was a silver bow, with a quiver of what must be at least a dozen silver arrows. It said on the label, that every arrow you fire, will sometime return itself back into the quiver.

“Amazing right?!” Claire exclaimed as she reached for the bow, and strapped the bow and
quiver to her back.

Now it was my turn to find something, I thought.

As I was searching through a pile of bronze swords, I found a ocean blue colour pen. What would a pen be doing in a pile of swords? As I picked it up, my thumb accidently pressed the top, and instantly, the pen turned into a sword. The sword felt perfectly balanced in my hand. It was silver, with a touch of blue to the blade.

“Hey Claire, look at this!”

Claire came running over with her bow and quiver strapped to her back.

“Wow, what’s that?” Claire said.

“Not sure. But isn’t it pretty! The blade turns a shade of blue when you tilt it into the sun. Blue is my favourite colour! Somehow it instantly felt like it was meant for me.” I replied.

Claire looked to amazed at the blue blade. Then I tapped the tip of the blade, and it turned itself back into a pen, that I slipped into my pocket.

As we were walking out of the shed, I pulled out the pen to admire it. But that time i noticed something engraved on the handle: Ποσειδῶν . I heard a gasp from behind me and turned around to see where it had come from.

Claire was staring at something above my head. I looked up to find a glowing trident twirling and sparkling above my head. Then it all made sense. We lived on the east coast, my mother was a marine biologist; yet she had been afraid of water until she met my dad. She never spoke of him but she always said that he loved the sea.  

My father is Poseidon.

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