That smile, the real one, was slowly beginning to fade from Amara's face as she put the few items she had in her bag. She had just been claimed. At first she was happy, but then she felt sad. Not sad that she was leaving the Hermes cabin, oh Gods no, she couldn't help but. . . . well despise the Hermes cabin. It was where unclaimed demigods went if your parents hadn't claimed you yet. If she would be honest with herself, she would tell herself that she hated the place, but she would never admit it. To admit that would be to act against the Gods. Was she really all that grateful to them though? It had been over a year since she had arrived. She had done nothing but praise them. She did anything she could think of to please them. It was only now that she was being claimed.
Amara took her bag and stepped out of the Hermes cabin, not bothering to look back at the place. She would have to look at it every day anyways so there was no point for a 'last look'. She trudged (but made it look like a happy trudge, like she was tired and nothing more) over to her new cabin at the front of the U. Pursing her lips, she turned the knob. The door swept open. A breeze of ocean air followed it, almost as if it was desperate to get free. A thought suddenly occured to her. Last year, just when she had arrived, the Titans were attacking Olympus. She hadn't been much help, but there was a certain demigod, a boy, who stood out and seemed to take lead. His name was Percy Jackson and he was from Camp Demigod just like all the new arrivals. He was a son of Poseidon. That meant. . . . . . that the boy she had looked up to when she had arrived was really her half-brother. Her eyes widened at that discovery.
Almost in a trance, Amara stepped into the cabin. Sand was scattered on the wooden floor and the walls looked like she had just stepped onto Poseidon's beach. In the center of the room was a fountain with what she thougth to be sea water in it. Around the fountain up against the walls were bunk beds. Amara chose one off to the side of the room. It looked as if nobody had ever been inside the cabin before. Instead of feeling special because of it, instead she felt afraid. She didn't have anyone to show her the ropes of being a Poseidon kid, she had to figure everything out on her own.
Mid thought, there was a knock on the door. Moments later someone stepped into the cabin (Her cabin?).
"Hello," Amara turned to face the person.
Amara took her bag and stepped out of the Hermes cabin, not bothering to look back at the place. She would have to look at it every day anyways so there was no point for a 'last look'. She trudged (but made it look like a happy trudge, like she was tired and nothing more) over to her new cabin at the front of the U. Pursing her lips, she turned the knob. The door swept open. A breeze of ocean air followed it, almost as if it was desperate to get free. A thought suddenly occured to her. Last year, just when she had arrived, the Titans were attacking Olympus. She hadn't been much help, but there was a certain demigod, a boy, who stood out and seemed to take lead. His name was Percy Jackson and he was from Camp Demigod just like all the new arrivals. He was a son of Poseidon. That meant. . . . . . that the boy she had looked up to when she had arrived was really her half-brother. Her eyes widened at that discovery.
Almost in a trance, Amara stepped into the cabin. Sand was scattered on the wooden floor and the walls looked like she had just stepped onto Poseidon's beach. In the center of the room was a fountain with what she thougth to be sea water in it. Around the fountain up against the walls were bunk beds. Amara chose one off to the side of the room. It looked as if nobody had ever been inside the cabin before. Instead of feeling special because of it, instead she felt afraid. She didn't have anyone to show her the ropes of being a Poseidon kid, she had to figure everything out on her own.
Mid thought, there was a knock on the door. Moments later someone stepped into the cabin (Her cabin?).
"Hello," Amara turned to face the person.