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by Adélie 1/24/2015, 11:56 amIf the kings and queens of old had spent more time in a library, perhaps they wouldn't have died so horribly. There is something beautiful about the place, with its empty seats, dusty windows, and rows upon rows of books, in neat, alphabetical order.
Knowledge is power, as people say. Probably one of the only things that Saskia has ever agreed with so wholeheartedly. Information has toppled kingdoms, slew legions of monsters and heroes alike, yet most people in Camp Half Blood don't seem to take advantage of it. The library, for the most part, remains vacant, with an Athena child here and there, or a couple that doesn't want to be disturbed. Idiots, thy all are.
Then, there's a sound of muffled footsteps, thumping against the wooden floor. Saskia scowls and puts down the book she's reading - Euclid's Elements of Geometry -, which unfortunately looks like it hasn't seen daylight since 1542. There's a flutter of curiosity in her now, as the footsteps grow closer, and she gets the urge to hide behind a shelf.
Now, if she normally heard footsteps, she wouldn't even notice. But these footsteps are too heavy, too confident, to be those of another Athena child, and they come from only one person - a solitary walker. Strange circumstances indeed.
As quietly as she can - and knowing her athletic ability, she probably sounds like a herd of bison -, she sneaks around behind another bookshelf, peeking through the gap between two copies of The Divine Comedy. Gross. Who would ever need two copies of that book; who would ever waste their time reading a slew of useless words? Poetry, she wants to scoff.
She almost gasps out loud when she realizes who it is - Jared, the son of Apollo, but that wouldn't be logical now, would it? She would have never expected him to even look twice at a library, let alone step inside one. But now that she thinks about it, it almost makes sense - that a son of the god of poetry would read poetry in his free time. Or at least that's what she theorizes he's doing.
She pins it as another show of human idiocy and then turns back to her book, reading on the various ways that Euclid derived his axioms.
Knowledge is power, as people say. Probably one of the only things that Saskia has ever agreed with so wholeheartedly. Information has toppled kingdoms, slew legions of monsters and heroes alike, yet most people in Camp Half Blood don't seem to take advantage of it. The library, for the most part, remains vacant, with an Athena child here and there, or a couple that doesn't want to be disturbed. Idiots, thy all are.
Then, there's a sound of muffled footsteps, thumping against the wooden floor. Saskia scowls and puts down the book she's reading - Euclid's Elements of Geometry -, which unfortunately looks like it hasn't seen daylight since 1542. There's a flutter of curiosity in her now, as the footsteps grow closer, and she gets the urge to hide behind a shelf.
Now, if she normally heard footsteps, she wouldn't even notice. But these footsteps are too heavy, too confident, to be those of another Athena child, and they come from only one person - a solitary walker. Strange circumstances indeed.
As quietly as she can - and knowing her athletic ability, she probably sounds like a herd of bison -, she sneaks around behind another bookshelf, peeking through the gap between two copies of The Divine Comedy. Gross. Who would ever need two copies of that book; who would ever waste their time reading a slew of useless words? Poetry, she wants to scoff.
She almost gasps out loud when she realizes who it is - Jared, the son of Apollo, but that wouldn't be logical now, would it? She would have never expected him to even look twice at a library, let alone step inside one. But now that she thinks about it, it almost makes sense - that a son of the god of poetry would read poetry in his free time. Or at least that's what she theorizes he's doing.
She pins it as another show of human idiocy and then turns back to her book, reading on the various ways that Euclid derived his axioms.
