Prologue
I feel tired, dizzy, and in most times … hungry. I have no idea where I am. I have no recent memory of how I got here but here I am. It's the afternoon and I'm wandering through a forest with no clue where to go but all I know is something … someone is calling me here, it's been 1 hour since I found out I was in a forest, wandering aimlessly and apparently going deeper into the woods. One minute I was with my friends walking by the shopping district, and then I was here, in a giant forest on a mountain. This place feels really creepy for two reasons. 1: every time I look back I catch a glimpse of a someone in a hood watching me then just disappears Maybe it's just an illusion because my head is getting more and more, heavier; and also the fact I'm starving. And 2: As I walk deeper into the woods, I hear a voice in my head every once in a while saying "you are getting closer. You are destined to be a great hero, you are destined to be a savior among the eleven chosen children of the gods". It was really creep and yet feels so familiar. Have I heard that voice from somewhere? It was a woman's voice that was faint in my head but sounded fierce. I jumped a gorge to the other side. I ended up getting my right arm sprained but nothing a healing spell wouldn't fix. But apparently my magic doesn't work here, something is blocking my magic and someone's watching me, just great. Then when I thought things couldn't get any better, I slipped and fell down a side of a hill. My legs felt like Jell-o and they were in pain. "Great, just great what's next, I get jumped from a cult and get dragged away" I yell at the sky apparently waiting for a response. I was close though. Right on cue, twelve teenagers come out of nowhere armed with swords and shields circled around me. "thanks" I mutter under my breath. Then one of the guys walks up to me and says "come on man, you should come with us, it's not safe here". He sticks out his right hand to hoist me up. I grabbed it and he helped me get up. "Form a formation around him and keep him safe" he orders. They did what they were told and I felt like King, a king who was weak and useless. Not like I had a choice, one of the girls broke out of formation and immediately spoke out "I'll escort him personally on the way back to camp" and took me by the arm. I wince; she sees this and loosens her grip. "Once we get back to camp I'll help you with your arm, don't worry you can trust me" Was she blushing? "wait, … what camp? And who are you people?" I demanded. "Don't worry we're taking you to camp half-blood, where our kind lives. If you have any other questions, don't be afraid to ask me. My name's Percy Jackson". He tells me. What does he mean our kind? Who are these people? Why does his name sound so familiar to me?