The One Who See's: Atalanta

Haunted Demigods

The One Who See's:

Atalanta

Denise Monroe

Atalanta's POV:
Atalanta was furious. When she was alive, she was the fastest mortal alive. Now, as a ghost, she couldn't even float fast, she even thought Hercules floated faster than her, which made her irritable. The Mission of the Ghosts: To Escape the Underworld unscathed and find demigods to guide. Why? Because Demigods are a safe haven for Demigods, they offer protection for us ghosts. A little secret about being dead and coming back, if you are back on earth for a certain amount of time, the ghost becomes animated again.

Atalanta at the moment was floating around between the cabins peering in the windows, looking for suitable candidates to guide. This was the boring part of the job, finding the demigod. She peered in the window of the Athena Cabin and saw most of them sitting in their bunks with Macbooks on the bed, IPads scattered everywhere and other various tablets and scrolls all over the place. "Too... over-achieving!" Atalanta said and floated away towards the opposite side of the camp.

Stopping outside the Hephaestus Cabin and peeking in the window. The steam blew out the window, and even for a ghost, it made Atalanta's face hot. She floated away saying "Too...liturgically hot" and giggled.

Stopping in the new wing of the cabins and stopping where Pallas' Cabin and peering in the window. And finally, Atalanta saw the girl who would become her protogeé whether she accepted or not. The Pallas Cabin didn't have a large number of campers dwelling inside. At least 5, at most 7, but this girl looked tame but deadly in the same sense, which is the similar to Atalanta. She was sleeping, obviously seeing as it was almost 2 A.M in the morn. Atalanta snuck in the room, which was odd seeing as ghosts hovered, not walked, but Atalanta, after many a centuary dead was still adjusting to the "Ghostly" life. Atalanta was tired, which was a first, but she was on her way to becoming a human so she saw it as custom to rest. She planted herself on the chair, well, she hovered through it but it would have to do. She will wait till this girl woke before introductions are declared.

Denise's POV
WIP

