This is a new attempt at a Fanfiction I wrote long ago, tell how it is and your ideas are very welcome. R&R!
I do not own!
Chapter 1
No One's POV
Toby was sitting in a Starbucks coffee shop sipping on his hot coffee, seated against the window staring into the street of 14th and 3rd Ave. Camp Half-Blood was located in a strawberry farm in the suburb of New York, a place where Greek Half Bloods and live and train safely. Toby was getting up from his seat to be on his way to find the strawberry farm when he saw a scythian dracanae chasing a satyr carrying a child. Toby immediately got up and ran after them.
Toby chased after them through the city, the satyr was fast but the dracanae was slightly faster gaining on every turn. Toby need to get to higher ground so he could use his bow, given to him by his dad Apollo. The satyr ran through a park huffing like he was about to faint, while the dracanae was still closing the gap. Toby jumped on the monkey bars and brought himself on top to the bar that held the rings, he pulled out his bow and thought back to what uncle Frank taught him. he knocked the arrow drew it back, his line of sight was perfect and he let the arrow fly, it hit the dracanae in back straight though the heart and disappeared in a cloud of ash. Acknowledging his great shot the satyr didn't realize that the dracanae was gone and was running away at full speed. Toby remembered that satyrs bring young half blood children to Camp half-blood, he was letting his guide get away.
Toby ran after the terrified satyr screaming, "YOU FORGOT TO THANK ME!"