A...Random Rambling I Guess?

This would have qualified as a quickwrite except for two reasons. One, I wrote this for school, and second, I spent a long time on this trying to make it good. While reading, keep in mind that nothing I write for school comes out good, and I wrote this at around eleven at night about.

And now, a continuation of where Son of Neptune left off!


Percy stood with the Romans in Camp Jupiter, staring into the sky. He knew that even though they had made him praetor, they didn’t fully trust him. He could not blame them, really. For hundreds of years, Greeks and Romans had hated each other. They had been enemies as long as anyone could remember. And now here they were, welcoming a group of Greeks from Camp Half-Blood on a flying warship into their camp.
        Definitely not something to make him very trustworthy. And if anything went wrong,he would be sentenced to death.
        None of it mattered anyway. Soon, he was going to see Annabeth. For so long, he only dreamed of her, not truly knowing if she even existed or not. He was still going to have to slap Juno through for stealing his memories.
         Percy was jerked out of his thoughts when the ship landed right in front of him on the ground. After taking a few steps back, he waited for someone to step out of the ship. All was silent, even Octavian wasn’t making a fuss about nonsense. Everyone wanted to see what they would do.
         Finally, Leo stepped out. In person, he looked even more like the boy in Hazel’s photograph, Sammy. Somehow they were related. Or maybe they were the same person. Percy had seen enough strange things in his life to not be too surprised if the second theory turned out to be true.
         The only problem would be that what would happen to Frank and Hazel? They were definitely made for each other...but Hazel had been in love with Sammy Valdez in her previous life. This would definitely bring up some complications there.
          Again his thoughts drifted back to Annabeth. Where was she? After a couple more familiar people stepped out, there she was, her Yankees cap firmly rested on her head, her blond hair spilling down on her shoulders. Her gray eyes met Percy’s gaze. No one moved.
         Then she started walking toward him. Percy could feel his heart racing. Would she kiss him? It had been so long since they had seen each other.
         His hopes vanished when she slapped him clear across the face. Before he could even ask why she did that, she started yelling at him. “Where were you? What happened to staying in one place so Tyson could find you easily? And most of all, why did you leave?”
         Again, she didn’t let him respond. Instead, she went to go stand by the members of camp Half-Blood again.
         Suddenly, Percy didn’t know what to do. Where did he belong? he’d grown up, learned the world of gods through Camp Half-Blood, but now he was the appointed praetor of Camp Jupiter. And wouldn’t Octavian love it if he just left them for the Greeks? It would confirm his most desired suspicions.
        But the gaze in Annabeth’s eyes had been so challenging. As if she were daring him to come back. He could just hear her telling him, You’re a coward. You always run away. Without another moment’s hesitation, Percy spoke up.
          “Well...hi.”
          Okay, it wasn’t much. But it was something, something at all to break the frosted silence that marked the boundary between the two groups of demigods.
         Leo grinned. “‘Sup.”
        That guy seemed friendly enough. Maybe if Annabeth wanted to remain all silent, he could talk with him instead.

It turned out that they all met in the same room. Percy, Frank and Hazel seemed nice enough. Though there was that way that they were looking at him, Hazel especially. As if she’d seen a ghost or something. Leo couldn’t figure it out.
Annabeth had come too, with him, Jason, and Piper. Reyna settled herself in the room too. Honestly, Leo would have preferred it if she hadn’t been there too; there was something very unsettling about the way she looked around, but he guessed he shouldn’t challenge her, since she was the real power between the two praetors.
“Right,” Percy began. “I’m pretty sure you all know the details of why we’re here, so let’s get right to it. We need to figure out what our plan to go about this is. And we need to figure out who our seventh person is.” Leo could see the hesitation behind Percy’s last statement, as his eyes lingered on Annabeth. He definitely liked her a lot, but she still wouldn’t talk to him.
Jason nodded in agreement. He probably seemed the most uncomfortable in the room. Leo knew that Jason liked Piper. But the way that he was avoiding meeting both Reyna’s and Piper’s eyes, he suspected that there was something going on. If Jason hurt Piper...well he would pay. Piper didn’t deserve anything like that.
Hazel spoke up. “Wait, Percy, I think we should tell them about Nico...,” her voice trailed off when she saw Percy’s and Annabeth’s expressions darken.
“What happened to Nico?” Annabeth asked. Leo had to give it to her, she finally spoke without glaring at Percy. He almost felt bad for the guy.
Percy shifted uncomfortably in his chair. “Er..well. Nico thought he might be able to find the Doors of Death from the other side. And Gaea has him now. We have no idea if he is even alive at this point.”
Annabeth’s eyes widened. “Oh,” was all she said. Leo had heard about this Nico from Annabeth, but he really didn’t know who he was. Except that he was a child of Hades.
Leo met Piper’s eyes. She noticed the discomfort about Nico too. “I guess it’s decided then,” she said. “We find this Nico person first.”
Percy looked as if he were about to argue, then sighed. “We shouldn’t...but we have to.”
Hazel looked grateful. Annabeth just looked shocked still.
“But I don’t get it. Nico is powerful. Like stay-hidden-from-anything powerful. How did he get caught?” Annabeth asked.
Hazel sighed. “I don’t know,” she said. She looked as if she were going to cry soon. Leo noticed how much younger she was to the rest of them, about three years of a difference. “Gaea spoke to me, telling me she had him.”
“She could have been lying,” Frank told her softly.
Hazel nodded. “She could have been. But he should have been back by now. Made some kind of...contact that he was still alive.” No one disagreed at the table.
“Do we have any idea where to begin?” Leo asked, looking around the table.

Nico moaned in pain as the chains that shackled him tugged again. He was beat up and bloody, for an earth goddess, Gaea could be pretty violent. You would think she had someone else do her dirty work, but no, there she was, slowly torturing Nico.
He kept forcing his hopes out that his friends might come and find him. As much as he wanted to live, there were so many reasons to let him just die here. For one, he wasn’t important. It was obvious he wasn’t the seventh in the prophecy, therefore it couldn’t be bad if he died.
Second, he knew what Gaea’s plan was. She was trying to lure them into finding him. But she won’t let Nico go, she’ll keep him and let one of her supporters possess his mind so that he could go and kill the demigods of the prophecy. And the only way to stop him would be to slay him.
Nico would rather be dead than be forced to fight his friends.
A boy walked into the room. He was probably only a few years older than Nico, possibly seventeen, shaggy blond hair covering his eyes. His clothes were threadbare, and a bright celestial bronze sword swung at his side.
“Hello, Nico,” he grinned.
Nico didn’t respond, unwilling to even pretend to cooperate with the one who was going to kill him in a few moments. Alec.
Alec shot him a look. “Oh, no manners, have we?” he said in that taunting tone while sliding at his sword and poking it in Nico’s side. He was aware of a warm liquid beginning to trickle down from where the poke was.
Before Nico could move, or react in any way, Alec stuck the sword just under his heart, not deep enough for the wound to be fatal, but enough for it to feel like it. Nico stifled a scream and his back arched in pain.
Alec walked away silently. Before long, Nico heard a voice he never thought he would hear again.
“Nico...?”
“Percy?” Nico gasped, barely able to choke out any words.

Guess Who's Back!

Hello all. :D

The test that had been keeping me away from posting all this time is over. I took it this morning. And now I'm freeeee! Except for you know, school work, and dance, but that's alright.

For now, I'm back online like I used to be. I mean I don't think I did too well on the test, but at least it's over. No point in worrying about it for months and months. And soon, in three weeks, I get out of school too. And dance. Which is the sad part, but at least I get out from school. :D

We'll start by resuming the competition. I know I never officially called it off, but the other contestant had the same exam that I did, so I let her off the hook for not sending me her entry on time. I'll allow her a little time now, and then we'll be back in progress.

I'll also start writing again. Not right away, because I still have a ton of end of the year school work to do, but at least I'll post and be more reachable.

Looking forward to coming back to life! :D

Important News

In case you hadn't checked the side bar marked "Important News", which I hoped you assumed might be important due to the wording of the title, you probably wouldn't know why I haven't been posting lately. No, I have not forgotten you, nor have I been lazy.

I have some important exams coming up, MORE important that the end of the year state exams. That is in two weeks, so I need to study for that. I've even been told to stop reading, but fortunately, my school wouldn't have it if I stopped reading. So, I won't be posting for another two weeks. At all. Maybe once. Or twice. But I won't post writing stuff.

I will be keeping up with the competition, mostly through email. And also, I will check here hopefully every day, though I'll just say something in the Cbox, then leave. So don't expect me to converse much or be a presence online for some time.

You can always contact me through email however.

Thank you for your understanding!

Writing competition finale

Okay. I know I never said what big finale we are going to have for the contest winners. And I didn't say because at first I hadnno clue what to do. When I figured out, I got too lazy. Sorry!

 Now finally: Our two finalists, WAVECLAW and OPTIMISTIC4EVER, will think of some memorable event that has happened in their lives. They will come up with a paragraph for each the setting, characters, expository, rising action, climax, falling action, and resolution. Then I will ask them both to email me their setting paragraph.

After that, I will be using my friends and both of the finalists to contribute their own section of their event they want to share. It is difficult to explain, so I will email our two winners personally the instructions. If you want to participate in this also, then either comment on this post or email me.

Do not inform me through the chat box or personally, because I will be likely to forget to include you. I will be accepting helpers to contribute their own story to me until Sunday, one week from now, which is when I will send out the instructions for how to play the finale.

I'm looking forward to doing what I had once been part of two years ago! Trust me, it is a LOT of fun.

Bidding of the Feared

Here we shall go back in time a few years....

  Jroch relaxed against the rough, reclined chair and stared up above him, utter darkness not allowing any angles of light to filter through his sightless eyes. He could hear Leon and Dove playing soccer a few blocks away from where he sat, his ears accustomed to listening great distances.

  After tuning them out for a few moments, he finally let out a sigh he had been trying to keep in for years by now. He never complained about being blind, had always accepted it without question. Of course, he had never witnessed sight before, so it was never anything to yearn for. Now, though...now situations differed. 

  Jroch knew that Leon had killed before, killed voraciously and mercilessly. He knew it was a hobby that his brother enjoyed, but he had never thought of adapting that lifestyle to himself. The killing wasn't something that had in any way struck him as an opportunity to be better. Yesterday, however, when a mysterious cloaked figure appeared before him, let Jroch see the landscape and the colorful sun rolling west at dusk, a new hole gaped open inside of him. Desire. Desire to see the world for once how everyone else manages to see it. To not always be the odd one out, though at least he was defiant enough to attract the friends and attention he needed.

  The cloaked person said Jroch could have that sight. Only if he worked hard. That for each soul he releases from its trapped human body, he would receive a small portion of vision, a portion so small that he wouldn't be able to even notice a difference until he had murdered at least fifty people. By then the black would be relegated, and it would be replaced by a white light. Which would slowly mold to shapes and colors.

  Jroch flipped out his knife from his pocket. He had always carried one, but had never found the need to use it. It was clean of bloodshed, or any adjective relating to a murder.

  It's been fifteen years, Jroch thought furiously. Fifteen years, my whole life, with this cursed blindness. I'll do whatever it takes to experience again what I had for those few moments yesterday.

Help?

For my English class, we have to write at least twenty poems, using our vocabulary words. Normally this wouldn't be a problem, even though I can't write good poetry for my life, but this is worse. Why? Because I have one hundred vocabulary words to put in these. So I guess about five in each poem, but it's still hard.

I know a lot of you like poetry, and can write some really amazing poems too. I would appreciate your help. So, if you want, you could write poems for me to use, including the words necessary. I would really appreciate it.

Here are the words. Also, if you do decide to write one, tell me which words you used when you write it. There would be no use in having the same words in every poem.

I hope you do this! It would mean a lot to me.

The Words ~

1. meticulous
2. mitigate
3. morose
4. nonchalance
5. obliterate
6. obscure
7. obsolete
8. officious
9. opulent
10. overt
11. painstaking
12. parsimonious
13. paucity
14. peerless
15. perceptive
16. peripheral
17. peruse
18. placate
19. placid
20. pompous
21. ponderous
22. pragmatic
23. preclude
24. prestigious
25. pretentious
26. procrastinate
27. profusion
28. prodigious
29. prolific
30. propensity
31. prudent
32. pugnacious
33. rebuff
34. recalcitrant
35. refurbish
36. rejuvenate
37. relegate
38. repudiate
39. repugnant
40. rescind
41. respite
42. reticent
43. sagacious
44. salutary
45. sanction
46. saturate
47. savory
48. scoff
49. scrupulous
50. scrutinize
51. sequester
52. serene
53. skeptical
54. solemn
55. spurious
56. squalid
57. stoical
58. stringent
59. substantiate
60. succinct
61. sullen
62. sumptuous
63. supercilious
64. surmise
65. surreptitious
66. susceptible
67. taciturn
68. tactless
69. tawdry
70. tedious
71. temerity
72. tentative
73. terse
74. threadbare
75. thwart
76. tirade
77. trepidation
78. turbulence
79. unassailable
80. undermine
81. unequivocal
82. unethical
83. ungainly
84. unimpeachable
85. unobtrusive
86. unscathed
87. untenable
88. urbane
89. vacillate
90. validate
91. venerate
92. verbose
93. viable
94. vicarious
95. vilify
96. vindictive
97. vitriolic
98. volatile
99. voluminous
100. voracious

Yeah, those are the words. Please please please, I'm begging you, help me with the poems. Email them to me at: natasha.cats@yahoo.com

Thank you!

Also, as words get taken, I'll cross them out on the list.

You can earn prizes by doing this.

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