Yeah, really long title. This is something I had to write for school and thought I might upload it. It most likely won't be a multi-chapter, but ya never know...


Annabeth's long black hair flapped in the wind behind her as she ran as fast as she could through the colorful tents. The hot ball of fire above her beat down on her as she made her way into the east part of the camp. Playing on the rocks at the edge of the mountain to the right of the camp was the best place to go to think but not in the morning; or at night. Annabeth never got to go, but she went whenever she was free. When her blue tent entered her line of sight she breathed a sigh of relief when she saw neither her mother nor her father were outside. She hopped over the fence that corralled the animals that belonged to her family. She dumped the water into the water trough and the bale of hay in the one next to it. She patted the animals on the head one by one as they ate; the large camel, Abraham, the calf Jed, and the twin sheep, Rebecca and Marnisha.

"You're in trouble," a voice said behind her.

She groaned and turned. "I know," she said guiltily, staring into her brother's blue eyes, which were identical to hers.

"Mom and dad went out looking for you about a half hour ago, they haven't come back." Benjamin told her. "We're hungry."

Annabeth sighed and nodded, hopping over the fence again and entered the tent with her brother close behind her. The tent wasn't large but it wasn't small either. It was enough space for Annabeth, her parents and her brother and three sisters to live in. To the right of the tent was where the beds lay and to the left was the food. Pots, scrolls, blankets and baskets lay scattered around the tent. Her three year old sister, Suzanne's blonde hair was in the hands of her sister Tabitha while Tabitha's twin Hanah tugged at the toy in her younger sister's hands. Annabeth ran over and grabbed the eight year old twins, pulling them away from the crying toddler.

"Sit here; behave." She ordered them, dumping them onto the mats. Making her way back over to Suzanne, she scooped her up into her arms and held her close to her body. "You couldn't have helped your sister?" she raised an eyebrow at Benjamin.

"I was told to watch them, not to make sure they don't get hurt." The blonde replied shrugging.

"'Make sure they don't get hurt', is implied in 'watch them'." Annabeth told her brother.

Benjamin just brought his shoulders up in a shrug again and left the tent to find his friends.

Annabeth put Suzanne down and handed Tabitha and Hanah two dolls. The twins immediately began to play with them, and Annabeth made her way over to the food. After stuffing a bowl full of fruit and setting it out for her sisters. She let them eat and sat in the corner where the scrolls were. Taking one out of the stack, she rolled it open and began to read, her eyes drifting swiftly right to left.

"There you are," Annabeth looked up at her parents standing in the archway of their tent. Her mother, Makayla's flawless, tan face and long brown were mostly covered by her veil. Her long purple dress matched her veil and a small, deep blue stone hung around her neck; a gift from her husband, Jonathan. He wore a plain blue robe with brown sandals. His shaggy blonde hair which bleached from the bright sun, hung across his forehead and his blue eyes sparkling with their usual playfulness.

"Where have you been?" Jonathan crossed his arms over his chest, looking sternly at Annabeth, though the playfulness was still there.

"I'm sorry, father, I was climbing the rocks on the north side of camp; I lost track of time." she replied.

"Thank you for telling us the truth." Makayla sighed. "But you shouldn't do that; you could have ripped the skirt your grandmother had sewn for you."

"I know, mother, I'll make sure to be careful." Annabeth nodded, sweeping a hand over her long green skirt self-consciously.

"Can you please come help me with the bread; it will be sun down soon."

"Yes, ma'am," Annabeth stood and got the ingredients out.

When the bread was made and fruit, manna and wine were gathered Annabeth hurried to find her brother. When she left the tent she nearly ran into him.

"Where have you been? It's almost sun down," she scolded. "You can't be out after sun down on the first night of the Passover."

"I know; I ran into Moses on my way back from Rueban's tent." Benjamin replied, stepping into their tent.

"You spoke to Moses? What did he say?"

"He asked me if I was going home and I told him I was. And," he held out his hand to Annabeth, unclenching his fist. "He wanted to know if this was yours."

Lying on his tanned palm was a small green stone on a silver chain, a gift from Annabeth's beloved grandfather. Instinctively Annabeth's hand reached for her neck.

"Oh, thank you, where did he find it?" she asked, taking it back and slipping it around her neck to its rightful place.

"Near his tent, it must have fallen off when you were rushing to get here."

"Annabeth, Benjamin, come, it's time for dinner," Jonathan called them over to the food, scattered in the middle of several pillows set in a circle.

The family joined hands and Jonathan said grace, asking the Lord to bless their people. He thanked him for leading them out of Egypt, slavery, and bondage. And when the prayer ended, the family ate and drank. After the sun set, they all prayed one last time before drifting off to sleep, one by one. Annabeth was the last to close her eyes. Sleep was always something very difficult for her. Flashes of memories and people who were no more swarmed in her brain; but eventually she did fall into a restless slumber.