"Yes!" I cried, pumping my fist into the air. I did a little victory dance but I didn't hear Ray laughing like he had last time. I opened my eyes. They were both staring at the tracks I'd made ten or twenty feet back. I'd flown in front of them, but I'd just assumed it was a second wind! It was a second flame.
"What the heak?" said Zorion, crouching down to my fiery tracks.
Two straight lines went from half way down the hill to where I stood now.
"Woah," I said, staring. Some of the kids came to see wherre the smoke was coming from.
"She burned the field!" cried one kid. I blushed and I knew my face was redder than my cows.
"Who are you!?" asked another kid.
"L-Lisa," I said quietly.
"Who's cabin are you in?"asked the first kid who'd yelled that I'd burnt the field.
"I d-don't know," I stuttered, I hated when people interrogated me.
"Maybe it's Helos!" "No! It's gotta be Ares!" "Wait! Maybe it's Apollo!"
"Who's Apollo?" I asked. The sun peeked silently over a cloud, and I stood up straighter, rolling my shoulders back. The sun always gave me strength.
"He's the god of the sun!"
No way, I thought. I can't be Apollo's daughter!