I got up slowly, as if my body had almost forgotten how to work. I was leaning back against a tree, with no idea of how I had gotten here, or what I was meant to be doing. I snorted, "Nice going –"I cut short, I couldn't even remember my own name! Fear lent strength to my limbs, and I sat up and crouched defensively, almost as if expecting an attack. My hand drifted towards my right pocket, and pulled out – a pen, as if that was going to help! I put it back before absentmindedly shifting my weight slightly onto my front foot, I heard something crackle, examining the surrounding area, I waited for a few seconds before going to investigate. What was under my foot turned out to be a muddy, slightly crinkled photo of a boy with dark hair standing next to a thing, with a human torso, but goat legs."A satyr" I murmured, the term springing from somewhere in my mind. I flipped it over and on the back was scrawled 'Percy and Grover, summer of '09'. I knew, just like I knew that was a satyr, that I was called Percy.
I then detected an extremely faint scuffling noise, putting the picture back into my pocket, I swung round, already back into defence mode, but it was too late. As I had looked at the picture, I had been stealthily surrounded by a group deadly looking teenagers. They all wore gleaming armour, and handled their weapons confidently. Even as I prepared myself, a small part of my mind still goggled at that, I was being ambushed by teenagers, who on closer inspection appeared to be carrying old fashioned weapons such as spears and swords, but these looked brand new. A teenager of about 15 or 16 stepped forward, and by the way everyone else's heads angled towards him, I took him to be the leader. As he approached me, my hand drifted towards my pocket of its own accord, but the hefting of numerous weapons encouraged it to stop. The leader stepped towards me, and for the first time I realized he was quite small. I was quite tall, 6ft 2 in fact, although how I remembered that I don't know, but he still only came up to my shoulder. Stopping in front of me, he reached up to pull off his helmet, and as it came undone brown tresses tied back in a ponytail escaped from the confines of the helmet and hung free. As the helmet came all the way off, I realized that he, was a she! She had lightly tanned skin, imperious blue eyes with light, chocolaty brown hair. She gazed up at me calculatingly, as if determining my worth before barking a command to 'stand down'. "Who are you?" her tone challenging, almost as if daring me to lie.
"Percy" I replied truthfully, and this caused her to glare at me, as if I had insulted her gravely, as if the one name wasn't good enough for her. She then called out "we need to take him to Lupa". I started to protest, exclaiming my innocence when someone's hand gripped my shoulder. Some sort of instinct took over, and gripping the offenders wrist with both hands, keeping it in place, I sidestepped smartly whilst heaving on their wrist. They rolled off my back as I released their wrist, this momentum carried them headfirst into the tree I had been leaning against, after which they slumped unconscious to the floor. I straightened out of my slight crouch, only to have the tip of the leaders lance jammed into the hollow of my throat, dimpling the skin. Needless to say, I froze, trying to stay as still as I could. Glancing at the unconscious teenager, she pursed her lips irritably and shaking her head before saying "I didn't give the order to restrain him" with a slight emphasis on didn't. "It's Brandon's own fault if he gets a concussion, he should be more careful of strangers" She then stared at the lance, as if wondering why it was still there. "Now follow us, and don't try to escape, or I'll do to you what you did to Brandon. With that she walked off, and with a last look at the others surrounding me, I followed.
Sorry it's been while, but it's my GCSE year at school, so I don't have much time. Thanks for being patient!
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