Valentina strolled around her father's fist. Or, as the majority of the campers call it, the Pile of Poop. She glanced over at it before sitting down under a shady tree near the pile of greying bolders. The red-headed daughter of the all powerful Zeus let a few sparks fly from her fingertips out of boredom. After her little mini lightshow, she pulled her sword made out of celestial bronze (with a few inches of the point made of copper so it could conduct electricity) and began to polish it with a rag.
Brian heard the popping noise of lightning. Must be some child of a god with powers. He still didn't know what parentage he had, so he was stuck in the Hermes cabin, where he had next to nothing because everything had been stolen. He viewed the girl who had the lightning powers, she had red hair and a sword, but the sword didn't look like a normal sword. There was something different about it. "Hey," he said shyly
Valentina looked up when someone greeted her. "New here?" She asked. She had never seen this guy before, but then again Camp Half Blood had a lot of campers and perhaps she didn't know all of them. "Well, regardless if you are or not, I don't believe we know each other," she looked down again, focus on her sword. "And everyone knows me." It was true. Val had quite an impression on people. "Valentina Shields. Daughter of Zeus. You?"
"Got here a few days ago," Brian said. "The name is Brian Roland, child of...." he sighed. "I don't know. I hope I get claimed soon." He thought of the possibilities of who his father was. He had never met him. He was a bit rusty on his mythology and still couldn't tell the difference between a sword and a scythe.
Valentina nodded understandingly. She knew the feeling of not knowing where you belonged. Everyone at the Camp did. "Well, you'll be claimed soon." She reassured. "It doesn't usually take too long." She finished cleaning her sword, and put the rag in her backpack. She examined the gleaming metal, before pressing a small button on the hilt and the sword collapsed and retracted into a normal looking Mortal pocketknife. Val placed it i her back pocket before suggesting, "maybe we can figure it out before you godly parent claims you. Because Zeus knows how long that would take. So... What are you good at?"
"I'm good at....." his voice faltered. What am I good at? he thought. "Ummmmm..... I can sing, and ummmmmmm I can do archery pretty well...... I can also...... I am very comforting in times of need and I can work medicines pretty well...." He racked his brain for more strengths. "That's it.... but a lot of gods have those traits it could be anyone" He had one question for her. "If I do get claimed, when will it be?"
Medicine...archery..singing..."That sounds an awful lot like something an Apollo kid would be able to do." Valentina commented. But who knew? Those could just be random talents. You never knew for sure until you were officially claimed by your godly parent. Shrugging, Val moved on and answered his question. "It depends how busy your parent is, to be honest. Someone like Hermes..it usually takes up to several weeks because he's always delivering messages and his mail service or whatever....for me, it took about.." She thought about it for a moment. "Three weeks, four days." She gagged at the thought of her stay in the Hermes cabin for that long. The Hermes kids were slobs. "But it shouldn't take more than a month."
Brian chucked to himself. "Now that you mention it, I may be a child of Apollo." He collected his thoughts about the person who may possibly be his father. "I hope it doesn't take long, the kids in the Hermes cabin are getting on my nerves." Apollo was the god of music, but he didn't like dancing. Maybe that was just a natural dislike..... "Do you want to head back to the ampitheater? And then train in archery? That's kind of what I'm in the mood for, unless you don't want to."
"It's very likely. Unless you have some hidden talent for another god." Valentina said, then nodded. "Yes, i'd imagine they are." Again, she cringed at the memory of having to stay with the Hermes children. Not fun. "Sure, but just so you know, i'm absolutely horrible at archery."
"Maybe I can teach you something," As long as I stay out of the Hermes cabin, he added silently. "I'll race you there" He took a deep breath. "One.... two..... three... GO!" he took off running to the amphitheater.
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