Love's Death (Owl on the Waves sequal)

Cal Woods- Son of Aphrodite
Marissa Adams- Daughter of Poseidon; Huntress of Artemis
Annalise Erikson- Daughter of Athena
Logan Johnston- Son of Zeus
~ And Introducing~
Elizabeth Laurens- Daughter of Hebe

Chapter 3


"If you could do anything in the entire world with a scalpel, what would it be?"
I frowned, looking up from the blue prints for the Athena cabin remodeling that Annabeth had saved. "What kind of question is that?"
Logan shrugged, lounging out on his bunk. "Not a real serious one, just something I thought of."
I rolled over in his desk chair, ignoring the creepy animated like eyes of the nine foot tall Zeus statue in the middle of the room. "Yeah? answer would be...getting a bullet out of someone's leg to save them."
He propped up on his elbows, a smirk playing at his lips. "I was thinking more along the lines of cutting the ribbon to a real life Willy Wonka factory, like the one in the movie."
I smacked him upside the head with the blue print tube and pushed away to the desk again, spinning twice before focusing on the plans. Malcolm and I were going through some files stuffed in the cabinets and found a bunch of stuff. I was organizing it while he was off at the archery range. Cabin One was refreshingly cool, the New York heat seeming to bake my shirt the instant I walk outside, my skin becoming uncomfortably warm. Chiron listened to our story after lunch and took care of a few technical calls, sending us to do our own thing until dinner. Cal was with us for while until he was called to instruct an art class. And it was down to two.
Arms wrapped around my shoulders and I leaned back into Logan, tapping my pen to my lips as I stared hard at the stack of papers in front of me.
"I have so many ways to organize some of them, but then there is always that one that doesn't fit!"
"Exactly what are you trying to do?" he asked, peering curiously over my shoulder.
"These papers have been cluttering space and we still need them but..." I ran a hand through my hair and draped it over Logan's neck. "It's tough."
He kissed my check and said, "You'll get it."
I snorted. "I know that."
"You take away any romantic atmosphere," he frowned mockingly, starting to get up.
I held onto his wrist and spun to face him, using my best puppy dog eyes and small voice. "I'm sorry."
He stared at me then shook his head with a smile, using our clasped hands to start spinning my in circles. "Aw, you think the face will work on me."
I stopped him and stood up, blinking innocently as I stepped closer. "What face?"
He swallowed and smiled nervously. "Uh..."
I poked his chest with a smirk. "You wanted what?"
"I don't think that was romantic as it was seducing."
I scowled, shaking my head. "Uh, no!"
He laughed. "Who said I didn't like it?"
His blue eyes glittered humorously and I shook my head. "You perv..."
"At your service."
I looked up and quickly scrambled back as Rebecca and Malcolm peered in the door way with smirks. I fussed with the papers for a moment before leaning on the marble desk.
"I um..."
"Scandalous!" Rebecca tsked, slowly walking into the cabin. "Two campers ''alone'' in a cabin...I have every right to report this!"
Logan was at ease, as usual, wrapping one arm around my shoulder oh so casually. "I am the stand in counselor, so I make my own rules, don't ya know."
Malcolm was wary of Logan ever since the quest in the spring, not saying anything but disapproving of our relationship. I thought it was almost sweet, but it was getting on my nerves. He shook himself and cleared his expression to something more approachable. Apparently Athena kids can be pretty intimidating and intense...who knew?
"Did you get it sorted?"
I shook my head, nudging the stack. "Not yet, I will soon though."
He nodded, eyes occasionally flickering around the room. It was true Logan wasn't the cleanest person around, his clothes and junk everywhere. Sadly, this was as neat as he got. You should have seen his dorm room back at the academy. What a mess. Malcolm's lips twitched upwards as he saw the underwear flag on the top of Zeus's lightning bolt and he turn his attention back to us.
"There has been some reports from our satyrs and a couple nature spirits of strange monster energy and activity," he said to me. "We don't know if it's a result of the Giant's war or...or what might be going on down in Tartarus."
I knew what he meant by the last part; Percy and Annabeth might be up to something. Rebecca shuffled nervously, looking anywhere but Malcolm or I. See, a couple days after we got back from the quest, Jen the loser had mentioned something about how I could take Malcolm's position as stand in counselor. I said nothing on the subject but Rebecca had gotten awkward. She and Malcolm were the closest in the cabin and she hates being torn between people. Just a little back story.
"What do you think it might be?" Logan asked, arm slipping down to hold my hand.
Malcolm shrugged. "It could be a number of things. We have some spirits posted and in close contact in case anything pops up."
I drummed my fingers on my thigh, trying to remained focused. It seemed impossible, just standing around like we were. We should be doing something, right? Moving, training, maybe even play volleyball. Logan scratched his right ear and shifted, sighing quietly. I hid my smirk. His energy was speaking to me again.
"Well, as much as I love awkward conversations such as these," I said, gathering the stack of papers and stuffing them in the binder I brought. "How do you feel about doing something?"
"Like what?" Malcolm asked, following me as I walked out of Cabin One.
"I don't know, something like a challenge."
"We can always go into the forest to hunt some of the monsters," Rebecca suggested.
"It sounds boring," Logan complained and I silently agreed.
"Mal!" someone called from the basketball courts in the green. "Join my team!"
Malcolm looked at us with a half smile. "How about basketball?"
"I can't play-"
"Let's do it," Rebecca and Logan said together, ignoring me.
"Whatever," I grumbled, stomping after the group as they raced each other to the second court. "I blame them if I get a bloody nose or trip over my own feet."

Fifteen minutes later we were sweating, scraped up and laughing so hard our sides hurt. The Apollo kids whooped our butts-duh- and were amused by the failure on my part. I had kept knocking people down and falling over myself. The cooler with water bottles had been emptied of the drinks and Brandon, the Apollo team's captain, settled himself in the ice. Mrs. O'Leary had been loping around before coming to knock the cooler over with Brandon still inside and wedged in there pretty tightly. He was shouting for help as she kicked him around the court but we were too busy wiping tears from our eyes and cracking jokes. Eventually a Demeter girl rushed over to help him out and calmed Mrs. O'Leary down as she jumped to get her new toy. I couldn't breathe, I was laughing so hard. I squatted, the cracked court radiating heat as I caught my breath. Logan and Malcolm were still teasing Brandon and Rebecca leaned against three of the girls on the Apollo team, all of them back to back as they giggled uncontrollably.
"I'm glad you think that's funny," Brandon said dryly.
"Dude,that's beyond funny," Logan laughed.
The girls busted up laughing again.
Something pricked at my ears, like a faint screeching noise. I stood up and looked around, seeing nothing but the ordinary kids running around in orange shirts and weapons, most of the cabin doors open and music blasting through each one. An Aphrodite girl leaned out her cabin's window to talk with a boy from Dionysus, also leaning out his window. Wait. There.
"What's that?" I asked, pointing to the crest of the hill as three figures stumbled through the boarder.
"One's definitely human," an Apollo girl said, looking directly in the direction of the sun as the rest of us squinted. "The others...looks like harpies."
In a matter of minutes, the three were at the basket ball courts, the girl yelling at the harpies.
"I told you to deliver them to their cabins!" she said, frustrated. "Not a direct delivery!"
The harpies ignored her commands, dropping bags in the middle of the court. One spilled clothes and books...and a very important owl plushy. I scrambled to stuff it all back into the bag, hoping no one saw. When that secret was tucked safely away, I checked to see if my notebooks was in the front pocket. It was, along with two of my best pencils. Logan also went through his back, checking to make sure it was all there. Satisfied, he slung it over his shoulder and stood up. The harpies stared at the girl as she scolded them for messing up the orders she gave and I got the feeling they really didn't care what she thought.
"It's okay," I said to her with a gentle smile. "Thanks for going through the trouble, though."
She looked at me then blushed madly, at a loss for words. Her mousey brown hair has pulled into a high pony tail and she had a light spray of freckles across the bridge of her aristocratic nose. A slender bronze sword was strapped to her belt, looking extremely out of place on her childish frame. She had big hazel eyes and a slight point to her ears. She couldn't have been more than twelve years old.
"I just wanted it a certain way and they won't listen to me," she muttered.
"I understand that," I snorted. "Anyway, what's your name?"
"Elizabeth," she said meekly. "I think I'm a daughter of Hermes."
I looked over her head to Malcolm and mouthed, "Undetermined?" and he nodded in response. Ah. Okay.
"I'm Annalise," I said.
"Travis and Conner talked about you," she blurted, looking from me to Logan. "Said it was about time you dated him."
Well that's a bit awkward.
Logan laughed, loping over to put an arm around me. "Yeah, it is, huh?"
Elizabeth smiled happily. "Yeah, you two are cute an I think that one day when I get older I'll find someone like you or someone I like and we'll be cute and maybe someone will say ''Wow, you two are cute'' like I just said to you."
"Are you sure you aren't Aphrodite?" Rebecca questioned wryly.
Elizabeth made a face. "Gross no. I'm a daughter of Hermes. Well, I hope. He seems really cool. When I turn fourteen next month, I think I'll be claimed for real."
"Fourteen?" Logan asked. "You look eleven!"
She shrugged, adjusting her sword. "I've been told that. Well, I gotta go. Travis is teaching me some more sword techniques."
We said our goodbyes and stood in the middle of the court, unsure what to do.
"Um," one of the Apollo girls said. "I think I'm going to go back to the cabin and get ready for dinner."
"Yeah, I'm gonna get a shower," I said, shouldering my back pack.
As we branched off, Logan gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and said in a low voice, "By the way, I love the owl stuffed animal. So cute."
I gasped then pushed him away with a scowl. "You aren't going to let that go no, huh?"
"Not a chance, Blondie."
"Hate you."
"Love you too!"

I shook out my wet hair, padding over to my bunk. There were a couple people in the cabin, Rebecca had just gotten in the shower after me. Drying my hair with a towel, I pulled out a bin from under my bed and started emptying my stuff into it. Soft music played from the speakers around the room and I could hear Rebecca start to sing in the bathroom.
"I gotta pocket, gotta pocket full of sunshine..."
Olivia and I looked at each other with suppressed grins before returning to our tasks. Oh Becca. You silly goose.
After pulling my damp hair into a pony tail, I slipped the orange camp shirt over the tank top I had on and sat on my bed with my notebook in my lap. Bored, I began leafing through the pages. My scrawly handwriting filled almost the whole thing, a couple pages more before I had to get a new one. I closed it and tossed it across the bed so it lay on the pillow, falling back open to a random page. I started to flip it closed when I saw something I know for sure I didn't write. For one, the hand writing was much much neater. I looked closer, eventually making sense of the calligraphy.
''Love is forever young''
''Love is forever strong''
''Love is eternal until immortal doing brings death''
I scrunched my eye brows. The heck? I never wrote any of this. I rarely do the whole love subject when writing.
I smiled, shaking my head. My dorm mate, Hope, was big into poetry and all that. She must have written this. She's fairly neat with a pen. It makes sense. Right?

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