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ang mga bayani ng olympus Camp Jupiter Reads THE Nawawala HERO
JosephineSilver posted on Dec 08, 2011 at 03:51AM
This story takes place after Jason's dissapearance but before Percy's reappearance.
Rating: 13+ Disclaimer: All character rights belong to RR except for Sonia, Tristan, and a coule other characters that will randomly pop up every now and then. CHAPPIE ONE Reyna was bored out of her mind. Senate meetings...literal Pluto. This meeting was important, though. Her praetor-in-partner, Jason, had vanished mysteriously. Randomly, a beanie kid – one of those giant ones – fell out of the sky, through the senate roof, a buried Octavian beneath it’s sheer size. It wasn’t very heavy, so it didn’t cause much damage, but it was big enough completely cover him. You could hear his muffled yells coming from underneath the stuffed fluff. It was about the best thing to happen all day. Dakota staggered down from his perch towards Octavian, grabbed the beanie kid, a tugged it off of the augur. It’s back seam was caught on one of the pins keeping Octavian's toga up, and tore clean down the middle. With a strangled screech, Octavian flailed around in his twisted toga and tried – but failed – to get up. “Only the augur is permitted to gut sacrificial beanie kids!” he yelled. “Blasphemy! Treason! Arrest him!” A book fell out of the teddy’s gaping back wound, shifted free by Octavian's struggling. It hit the augur on the head and knocked him out cold. Now, that really was the best thing to happen all day. Dakota picked up the book, did a halfway drunken stagger towards the praetors podium, gave up halfway along, and just chucked the book the rest of the way to Reyna. She leant down, and flipped open the cover as she simultaneously waved Dakota back to his seat, and he shot her a dirty look before sinking down next to Octavian, seemingly sorry for himself. Reyna felt for him. If she was stuck sitting next to Octavian, she’d kill herself. Or maybe kill the augur. She was about to dismiss the book as a harmless prank when a name caught her eye. Jason. She gulped, trying to wet her dry throat. Was this...was this her Jason? Then she mentally berated herself for her use of the possessive. Jason wasn’t her anything. At least, not yet... Wishful thinking, she told herself. besides, Jason is most probably dead She shied away from that train of thought. “I think we should read the book,” she announced to the senate. With Octavian unconscious, no-one contradicted her. She opened the book, and nearly choked as she read out the first sentence.
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