Camp Half-Blood
Apollo was late when he arrived to pick us up and take us to Camp Half-Blood. He did his usual dramatic entrance with the sun chariot. I had met him before as he often stopped by where ever we were staying at that point in time. Many of his daughters were in the Hunt. The others, he liked to flirt with. He also liked to come up with terrible poems whenever he arrived. His favourite form of poem was currently haikus. According to Zoe, his favourite type of poem often changed. For the god of poetry, he was absolutely terrible at them.
The young demigod boy asked the god how we would all fit into the sun chariot as it was currently in the form of a sports car. Realisation seemed to dawn upon his face and he reached into his pocket and pulled out his car keys. He pressed a button and the sports car turned into a bus. I saw the awed faces of the demigods and forced my face to remain impassive. It was very difficult to not smile at their reactions. Whilst I had become more comfortable with showing my emotions in front of my fellow members of the Hunt, it was still difficult in front of others.
All of the Hunters, including Bianca, congregated in the back of the bus. Apollo had forced Thalia to drive it. I could tell that it was not going to be a good idea. I was right. The bus either went too high or too low. One place ended up being completely torched. Other places ended up being frozen. The mortals were going to be wondering what had happened to cause this. Our roller-coaster ride in the sun chariot was abruptly ended when we landed in a canoe lake.
Water seeped in to the chariot. We all hurried out of the bus and managed to get to the edge of the lake without getting too wet. Why on earth had Apollo let Thalia drive the sun chariot? Surely he must have known that it wouldn't end well? The satyr, Grover Underwood, tried to show us to our cabin. Most of the others already knew where it was. Zoe tried to tell the satyr this, but he wouldn't listen. Nature spirits and their crushes on the Hunters of Artemis. He ended up annoying me so much that I slapped him. Very hard. On the face. He walked away with a silly smile on his face as well as a red hand shaped mark on it. I rolled my eyes.