Post by Matthew Williams on Apr 19, 2011 8:15:43 GMT 1
Matthew entered the Zeus cabin again after a long stroll along the camp side. It was build just the way he had expected from a Olympian god, he had never thought about that in all the years that he was here. He had looked at the other cabins and this one did look like the biggest there was. Zeus was the most powerful of all, so he deserved it too. He looked at the cabin, the door was made of bronze. It looked much like a hologram. It had little lightning bolts on them. He liked that.
When he had entered this cabin for the first time it had been empty, except for a big statue of Zeus in the middle. But his bed appeared soon after. Just like a few chairs and a table. He didn't have much privacy here, but he didn't need it anyway. Marina, who was way smarter than he was, had told him that there aren't a lot of demigods in the Zeus cabin. He had only seen one. He sat down on one of the chairs and grabbed his book. He had read this one over ten times. He didn't expect to be here so long, so he had brought only five books.
He had liked this cabin from the first time he walked through this doors. There was a great mosaic on the ceiling, full with thunder and lightning. This was a great place for him to get calm and to rest. He looked at the ceiling again and smiled a little. Yes, this was his home. It had always been better than the darn boarding school..
When he had entered this cabin for the first time it had been empty, except for a big statue of Zeus in the middle. But his bed appeared soon after. Just like a few chairs and a table. He didn't have much privacy here, but he didn't need it anyway. Marina, who was way smarter than he was, had told him that there aren't a lot of demigods in the Zeus cabin. He had only seen one. He sat down on one of the chairs and grabbed his book. He had read this one over ten times. He didn't expect to be here so long, so he had brought only five books.
He had liked this cabin from the first time he walked through this doors. There was a great mosaic on the ceiling, full with thunder and lightning. This was a great place for him to get calm and to rest. He looked at the ceiling again and smiled a little. Yes, this was his home. It had always been better than the darn boarding school..
