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Post by Hera on Jul 19, 2010 11:34:30 GMT -5
As I sat on my bed, I thought about the chosen one and his friend. I needed to talk to them soon.
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Post by Hera on Jul 20, 2010 10:10:55 GMT -5
I also thought about Artemis, my good friend, and her bravery talking out about the rule.
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Post by Artemis on Jul 20, 2010 10:28:22 GMT -5
She knocks on the door. "Hera? You in there?"
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Post by Hera on Jul 20, 2010 10:42:54 GMT -5
I snap my fingers and the door opens. "hi Artemis. Come in."
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Post by Artemis on Jul 20, 2010 13:20:58 GMT -5
She flits into the room, glancing nervously side to side. Instead of her usual calm aura, she resonates with uncertainty. "I found this." She extends a parchment to Hera. "I'm not sure what it means." It reads- Vous allez mourir. De cela, je suis sûr. (it means- You will die. Of this I am sure.)
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Post by Annabeth Chase on Jul 20, 2010 13:22:39 GMT -5
-hera- "oh my goodness.. Where and when did you find this?"
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Post by Artemis on Jul 20, 2010 15:50:23 GMT -5
"Outside camp boundaries. I found it just a moment ago." She reaches into her pocket, and pulls out a solid gold feather. "This was on it."
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Post by Hera on Jul 20, 2010 21:36:13 GMT -5
"what does it mean.. Who will die..? A Demi-god?"
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Post by Artemis on Jul 21, 2010 7:12:19 GMT -5
"I'm not sure. It doesn't leave much to the imagination."
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Post by Annabeth Chase on Jul 21, 2010 7:16:09 GMT -5
-hera- "no it doesn't. But I wonder if it means a mortal,Demi-god, or a god.."
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Post by Artemis on Jul 21, 2010 7:22:38 GMT -5
"It could be either. We don't even know if it is only one person that will die."
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Post by Annabeth Chase on Jul 21, 2010 7:24:23 GMT -5
-Hera- I rub my forehead. "who would do this.."
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Post by Artemis on Jul 21, 2010 7:53:43 GMT -5
"Someone with a grudge. Someone... forgotten."
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Post by Annabeth Chase on Jul 21, 2010 7:57:13 GMT -5
-Hera- "is there anyone you can think of that fits that description?"
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Post by Artemis on Jul 21, 2010 8:13:02 GMT -5
"Kronos." She says simply. "He must have minions." Artemis perches on the edge of a chair. "Look at the few clues we have- GOLD feather. He wants us dead. We did imprison him, and leave him to rot in a million pieces."
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