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That Night In The RainArthur paused for a moment, his fingers lingering at the lid of the box. His heart felt heavy and his fingers felt like lead. He breathed in the scent of the old boxes and closed his eyes. He opened them again and before he could stop himself, he was already lifting the lid. Too late. His heart sank at what he saw: an old leather photo album, one he had long forgotten about. Trembling, he opened the box gingerly and the sight pretty much shook him up. It was a picture of Alfred, of course, staring at the camera curiously. He turned to a random page, with another picture of Alfred. He was a little bit older, his blue eyes full of imagination as young children's eyes always are. He was still young, about four or so, and he sat on Arthur's shoulders, laughing as the picture was taken. Arthur kept turning the pages, coming across pictures of Alfred as a baby, sleeping on Arthur, or one picture, of Alfred at about age six, with all of his toys, grinning happily. There was another picture of
If Only You KnewAlfred paced the room uncomfortably and looked down at his shoes. He adjusted his glasses and sighed, leaning against the wall. He closed his eyes for a moment so that the only sound in the room was his quiet breathing. "Alfred!" A voice shouted as the door opened. Alfred looked up and bit his lip. "The Germans they've just bombed London." The man gasped, trying to catch his breath. "What?" Alfred demanded, walking over to the desk. "Tell me you're kidding." The man shook his head sadly. "Alfred, should we ?" He began, but Alfred cut him off. "No. I'm going. Right now. I have to see " He hesitated. "There's someone I have to see. I need to know if he's okay." The man opened his mouth to protest, but Alfred slammed the door behind him and ran down the hall. A million things ran through his mind, and his heart pounded. I've got to be there
Arthur stumbled behind the building and flattened himself against the wall.
Answering The Call: Chapter 13Fleur
I wrap my arms around my knees and watch the sun rise. I sit away from the others, gazing at the gold and orange ball that shines brightly in the pale blue sky. I glance at everyone else: Amber making breakfast, James watching her? A sneaking suspicion grows inside of me, drawing me away from my thoughts. "Guys, we need to leave." I say, standing up. "Leave?" Leo frowns. "We're finding Rhea today. I just know it." Total silence for a moment. "Fleur's right. We don't have much time." Amber agrees, starting to pack. Karmen murmurs agreement and starts packing, too. "Well?" I demand to the boys, whose faces have gone slack. "Whatever." Leo mumbles and starts cramming stuff into backpacks. James just stares, and I can see suspicion in his blue eyes. But why? "Yeah. Leave now." He nods, but he still looks troubled. In about two minutes, we're packed and we've continued walking over the desert. "How long is this going to last?" Karmen complains, and James halts to a stop. "In the
Answering The Call: Chapter 12Leo
I'm exhausted after the battle. Honestly, I didn't think I would see that Cyclops for a while. James and I had landed on top of some soft sand that cushioned our fall just barely. We're sitting in the Cyclops' camp and giving the girls ambrosia squares. I'm worried about Karmen, though. "How did she find you? I mean, the Cyclops." James looks at me. "Well, we heard you guys screaming so Karmen and I split up. Then I heard her screaming and I ran to help her. By the time I found her, the Cyclops had them unconscious and bound." I answer. I remember when Karmen and I were waiting for the others in the chariot, and then I heard James shout for help. Then I heard Amber, and then Fleur. That's when we split up. But maybe James is right and the Cyclops was imitating voices. It's creepy to think about. I glance out towards the desert. Yeah, definitely creepy. James and I sit in silence for another few moments until he says, "How long have you known Amber?" I raise an eyebrow and smile to
A Birthday GiftMy eyes fly open and I slow my breathing. A cool breeze is in Cabin Six, so the windows must be open. My cabin is silent, except for the occasional tossing, turning, snoring, and muttering. I sit up and rub my eyes. What day is it today? Thursday? Wait a second. Thursday. Thursday, April 12. I'd almost forgotten it, but today is my birthday. I smile to myself knowingly and quietly slip out of bed. It's easy, and fortunately, the wooden floor doesn't creak. I stop for a moment and think. Since it's my birthday, I can decide what I want to wear, right? I slip on my Camp Half-Blood t-shirt. It's very comfortable, and it's my favorite t-shirt. I dress into white shorts and sandals, and braid back my bronze hair. I quietly open the door and close it gently behind me. I turn around, only to realize I have company. A boy with blonde hair and electric blue eyes smiles at me, his hands jammed into the pockets of his aviator jacket. James. We're very close friends, ever since we went on a quest
Answering The Call: Chapter 11James
I wonder if Amber will take out her dagger and pulverize me after I kissed her. Maybe it was dumb. Okay, it was really dumb. I'd never shared my past with anyone, and maybe I just wanted to put something bigger to concentrate on in her mind. Then again, she's a daughter of Athena. Do I have girl problems or what? Instead of beating me up, she just stares at me with her gray eyes, and her bronze hair glints in the light of the moon and stars. The look on her face is obviously surprise I suddenly feel guilty about what I just did. A knot forms in my stomach. Three days into the quest and I've ruined my best chance of survival. To my surprise, she smiles wearily. "Sorry." I mutter. She laughs softly. "We'll find Rhea tomorrow. I promise." She whispers and next thing I know, she's asleep. I sigh and gaze at the endless, twinkling stars. As I look out into the barren desert, I wonder how we're ever going to find Rhea, much less defeat Gaea. I glance back at Amber, a faint smile o
Answering The Call: Chapter 10Amber
I squirm in my sleeping bag. I've been awake for about five minutes, and I woke up when I heard footsteps. It sounded like two people to me, and I've been alert ever since. Why didn't we have a watch before? I sit up and look at the many sparkling stars. I glance back at my companions. Fleur and Karmen are sound asleep and so is Leo. I smile to myself. But then I notice James' sleeping bag is empty. Panic rises in my chest. Maybe he just walked off. I gently unroll my sleeping bag and carefully slip out. I hope that my friends will be alright while I'm gone. The Arizona dirt silences my footsteps, and I dodge the pebbles and random sticks that will make crunching noises. I'm about to give up and head back to the camp until I see a shadow on the horizon. I get ready to draw my dagger in case it's a monster, but it looks more like a demigod. I tiptoe forward and realize its James. Well, duh. His blond hair and electric blue eyes are unmistakable. "You needed some space?" I ask
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