Don't own anything except for anything you as a reader who I'm assuming has read the PJO series doesn't recognize. No romance here, if you're looking for it. ESPECIALLY no NicoxOC. Those drive me insane. This is my first story! Not counting little crappy one-shots. It's not finished yet. Obviously.
Clang! Avri turned around to see a knife barely miss her head and hit the flagpole behind her. Of course. She was constantly expecting stuff like that. That's why she rarely left Camp Half-Blood. But this time, her father had sent her on a quest. Her father was Apollo. Her task was to save her brother from the assassin, who, in a strange twist on fate, was never chasing her brother. He was chasing her. She instinctively reached for her bow while turning and running away from the hooded figure she knew was behind her. She didn't even know what she was doing on the grounds of this sad little high school on a Saturday afternoon. Supposedly, the same person trying to kill her here, somewhere, held her missing brother captive. However, she'd been here for six hours, searching every nook and cranny of this pathetic work camp. He was nowhere to be found. She could remember when her brother first went missing.
She was nine years old. He had been missing for five years before she got the quest, and everyone but one had thought he was dead. Avri had never given up on him, though. He was a survivor. It was no surprise to her when her father had appeared telling her he was still alive, but in danger. No different from her. She was alive, and in danger. Always in danger.
'SH**' She knew she should have focused on running away! She attempted to pull the little bronze knife out of her shoulder. She glanced over her shoulder. The hooded one was several meters behind her. She was panting as she ran faster and faster away from the person who had been causing so much pain and heartbreak in her life. She longed to know what sick, twisted person would find so much happiness in ruining someone else's life. And why would they pick hers? Even Apollo had no idea who this person was. And he was the god of prophecy, for goodness' sake! He knew everything. But this person stumped him.
Suddenly, she tripped over a stone in her path. She tumbled to the ground, gasping as the wind was knocked out of her. She rolled to see where her enemy was, and saw a blade come hurtling at her head. She twisted away, narrowly avoiding having her head skewered. The blade impaled the ground beside her. In her head, she heard a whispery voice 'I won't kill you yet, girl. You provide a good challenge for me. Besides, I want to see the all-knowing Apollo when both his favorite daughter and son are killed at the same time!' Then, the hooded one vanished. Avri lay on the ground with a wounded shoulder, panting as she attempted to catch her breath. Her brother Ben would have never been caught unaware like that. She mentally beat herself. After she ate a square of ambrosia from her backpack, she stretched her arm to make sure it had healed right. There was no time to lose. Her brother's life depended on it. Ben was counting on her. Her father was counting on her. Camp was counting on her. She winced as she pulled herself to her feet. A glint on the ground where the hooded one had bent over her caught her eye. It was a single long lock of hair, gold as it glinted in the sun. Avri had never expected the hooded one to be a woman. What woman would hold such a grudge against her father as to kill his children in revenge? And more importantly, why?
