Lauren lead me out of the cabin. We walked in silence to the Archery range. I walked in, fallowing Lauren. There were CEASE FIRES throughout the range. I walked with proud to an empty lane. Everyone's eyes were on me. I pulled my arm back, and lined up the scopes. I breathed in. As I exhaled, I let go of the arrow. i heard it soar through the air. There was a thunk when it hit the target. Before I even pulled my bow down, there were gasps across the quiet range. I looked down range, as my eyes adjusted.

"Woah! The new girl just got a bullseye!" some kid down range from me. I looked through my...

নমস্কার PJO FANS!!!! So, it’s that special time of the year, আপনি all know what I mean. What আপনি don’t? Well then I’ll tell you. It’s all of our favourite author’s B-day!!! ...Or at least it was when I started লেখা this...HAPPY BILATED BIRTHDAY RICK!!! So in his honour, I decided to post a fanfic after so many years. That’s why I’m currently sitting in front of computer in a CH-B T-shirt, jeans and sneakers drinking blue সরবৎ (Go খাবার colouring ^.^). This story (hopefully only this chapter) is co-authored with my friend skinneyjeans112. Please read her stories! Anyways, ENJOY!!!!!...

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(Annabeth)
I carefully drew a topography map of the CTF area. I drew in the positions where defenses should be made and where our attacking lines will head. I stood up from the lunch টেবিল holding my well designed map. I brought it to the ever waiting টেবিল of Head কেবিন Mates. I put it down in the center for it to immediately be taken দ্বারা Travis. "What are these squiggly lines?" Travis asked while pointing at the elevation lines. I did a facepalm. After twenty মিনিট I had finally explained my plan to everyone and they had a loose understanding...

I sigh, and put down my sword. I'm in the arena, practicing with my new wand/sword, but I've run out of dummies to obliterate. Of course, I could repair them with magic, but I'm getting tired of practice. I fix the dummies with a snap of my fingers (my left hand, always my left hand) and sheath my sword, called "Magissa", the Greek word for sorceress. I named it myself, very creatively, since its core is the ash-wood wand I've used since before I can remember.
Excuse me, where are my manners? I'm Darcy, Darcy Edwards. No, I'm not British, but my mother is and I inherited the accent. Yes, I am...