Tylla - Annabelle Chain

                                    

                                          
To say I was excited about visiting Camp Half-Blood for the first time would the biggest understatement if the millennium. I was super-mega-hyper-ultra excited that so much excitement didn't fit in my body. I ran between the ranks of the Legion, trying to get as fast as I could, though that could had earn a few scowls and grunts and some 'Watch it, Chain!!'.
                          
Guess I should introduce myself, right? My name is Annabelle Chain, though I prefer Annie. I'm thirteen years old and I'm the daughter of Neptune, which means I have long curly black hair (mom says it looks like 'princess curls') and sea green eyes. That explains why everyone is so disrespectful with me and stuff: Romans never like Neptune, though I'm his first child in... well, actually, I'm his first child ever!! There's no record of children of Neptune that are demigods. He did bear a lot of Cyclops and stuff, but those are always bad.
                          
"Welcome to Camp Half-Blood, Romans!!" A voice welcomed us when we arrived to the top of the Hill, guarded by dragon. My eyes widen and zoned off the greeting and stuff and focused on the Camp behind the voice (it belonged to Chiron, the legendary half-blood master. Legend said he trained the Seven!!): it had a lake, woods, an amphitheater, a lava wall, an arena, and an archery field!! Also, a big house, painted blue and a fireplace, surrounded by many, many cabins. Each different from the other one. I lost count after the Cabin 20, but I was excited to explore. I felt a shake in my shoulder and saw Chiron next to me "Zone out?"
                          
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean disrespect, but I've heard so much about this place and I'm super excited to be here and-" I ranted, but Chiron chuckled and stopped me with a gesture of the hand.
                          
"You remind me of one of my students" he said, his eyes full of sadness. Then, I remembered that he probably had seen thousands of demigods train and die during his watch.
                          
"In which way?" I couldn't help to asked. I scolded mentally because of it.
                          
"Well, except for the fact he was a boy..." I'm a girl, so... "...your apperance, your attitude... I bet you have the same parent"
                          
"I doubt it" I snorted, not trying to be unpolite.
                          
"Daughter of Neptune?" I nodded "He was the son of Poseidon" OK, I take that back... "Here, let me take you to the city..."
                          
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Chiron is the best tour guide one could ask for. Since he was pretty much alive when the Greek built New Athens (he claimed they had a huge argument over the name, cause a lot of campers thought Athena was trying to remain), he new exactly which demigod and which family live in which house.
                          
"I don't get it..." I said after a while, when Chiron took me to the library "How does this still is standing? We don't have a building over ten years in New Rome..."
                          
"The architect that designed it... It was her goal to make something permanent..." I shut my mouth. It looked painful to him to talk about past demigods. We stopped at the stairs of the library "Well, my dear, I must be going... But, I think someone inside this building might be able to help you" And with that, he trotted away. I stared at the marble steps, considering if to walk in or not, but so far everything has been excited and interesting. I couldn't think anything would go wrong.
                          
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I take that back. The library is the most boring place ever!!! Not a soul is found inside!! It's quiet and full of books (which I found interesting, each book was written in every damn language known!! From Ancient Greek and Latin to the Modern Mandarin and Russian!!) and my ADHD and dyslexia started to kick and I began to get bored. Suddenly, a shadow passed through me. I turned around, but no one was there. I shrugged it off, but the shadow was there again. Slowly, I pulled my sword out (it was my personal sword, not one of those stupid Imperial Gold sword that can be seen from miles) and followed the shadow. I looked around, but no one was close. I did heard a murmur, though. I followed the sound until I saw what I was looking for: a harpy. But, not just any harpy. A redheaded (or should I say, redfeathered) harpy was sitting and murmuring and reading a book on top of the shelves. Without thinking (I was so regretting it later), I climbed in silent and was ready to attack her when a force stopped me. I kid you not. There wasn't a someone around.