Hello!

So I decided to do a 100 Prompts Challenge List as a way to form a writing routine of sorts for myself, and this is the result. Hopefully we'll all have fun until the end!

Disclaimer:

Any character you do not recognise from the books is my OC.

Percy Jackson and any other element you can recognise from the series © Rick Riordan

Hercules © Disney

Story 1: Introduction

"We're almost there! C'mon!" The man –satyr, she reminded herself- urged.

That was by far the weirdest situation Allison Miller had found herself in. And that was saying a lot if one considered that her life was pretty weird already without being hunted by a giant monster with countless heads, thank you very much. Relying on her practically non-existent knowledge of mythology, Allison concluded that the creature currently threatening their lives was a hydra –and felt slightly offended that it looked nothing like the one in Disney's Hercules. This one was far more real, and far more lethal.

She could hear her blood thumping in her ears, and practically feel every breath she took. Her vision was getting blurry, and Allison feared her legs would soon give out and she would become an early dinner for the monster pursuing them. How had she got in that situation again?

Allison tripped on her own two feet and would have fallen on her face if the satyr hadn't caught her arm in time. He pointed somewhere further ahead in front of them.

"See that pine tree over there?" He kept them running, but the monster was closing in on them quickly. It was a miracle that it hadn't captured them yet. "Get there and you're safe." He pushed her in the back and turned to face the monster.

Allison didn't even have time to ask him about the satyr's own well-being before the force of an explosion threw her forward. Spitting dirt out of her mouth, she looked up to the sky and saw a white flare reach up high before exploding like a firework. She desperately wanted to go back to check on the satyr, yet at the same time was terrified of finding out what exactly could have caused an explosion. And so, she got up on shaking legs and ran.

Run!

The satyr's words resonated in her head over the noise of her heartbeat.

See that pine tree?

Her head hurt, her lungs hurt, her legs hurt. She was pretty sure the only reason why she hadn't collapsed yet was the adrenaline running through her veins.

Get there…

Allison could see the pine tree closer now. She didn't register the dragon guarding it, or the pain from the numerous cuts and bruises on her hands and legs from falling down so many times. She only focused on getting there and on the various people that had gathered there. She faintly realised that some were carrying some sort of weapons, and others waved their arms. Were they shouting something at her?

…and you're safe.

When she reached the group of people, the last thing she registered before fainting was the sound of hooves, wings, battle cries, and the feeling of various pairs of arms holding her warmly.

"I swear everything was okay, and then she said something to that man and BAM! There was the hydra."

Allison slowly recovered consciousness. She couldn't open her eyes, but noticed that she was laying on something soft. A bed?

"So what, she's a daughter of Apollo then?" A female voice. Allison realised through the haziness that the first speaker had been her satyr: he was alive. Good.

"From what I can guess," an unknown male voice close to her said this time, "what Patrick described sounded more like charmspeaking than anything Apollo-related to me."

Slowly, Allison was hit with a smell she thought she ought to have noticed earlier: the antiseptic smell of a hospital. Luckily, a sweeter smell soon filled her nostrils and next her mouth when a pair of hands gently lifted her head, making her drink a warm liquid.

"I can't give her anymore ambrosia," the same voice explained, "but with this and a night's rest, she should be as good as new."

The liquid was thick and tasted like apple tart… or more accurately, like her grandmother's apple tart. She frowned. How?

Another male voice sighed. "Try to warn us earlier next time, Patrick," the voice complained. "You both were this close to dying today." He sounded angry, and Allison instinctively knew she didn't want that person, whoever they were, as her enemy. Like, never ever.

This second of fear jolted her memories awake: the hydra, the satyr, the pain… she sat up with a start, surprising all those present in the process. She looked around: there was her satyr –whom she now knew was named Patrick- at the end of her bed, with his head and arms wrapped in bandages; a blond girl with grey eyes by his side, wearing an orange T-shirt with a logo covered by her crossed arms; turning her head to her right, a black haired boy with equally dark eyes and black clothes sat on a stool, and by his side was another blond guy with clear blue eyes wearing what seemed to be green medical clothes. The later recovered first and smiled warmly at her.

"You shouldn't get up yet." The boy approached her, but stopped when she flinched back.

Allison turned back and forth, looking at all of them. "Where am I? Who are you?" she felt herself panicking by the second. "W-What happened to that monster? What's gonna happen to me?" She breathed hard. She could still taste her grandmother's dessert on her tongue, which made absolutely no sense since it was a family recipe that only her grandmother knew.

Patrick tried to calm her down. "Allison –"

"Where is the new camper?" Someone interrupted. The people turned towards the voice, which belonged to a bearded man in a wheelchair. "Good, she's awake."

"Chiron…" the blond girl started. But Allison didn't hear if she had said anything else. The man had just stood up, but where his legs should have been, there was the very real lower body of a horse.

Allison felt her eyes widen and her mouth open in what surely was a rude way of staring.

"Welcome to Camp Half-Blood, Allison." The horse-man offered her a hand to shake in greeting as he introduced himself. "My name is Chiron, and I am the activities director here at Camp."

Her vision darkened around the edges, and Allison promptly fainted again.

I know not everyone likes leaving a review and first meetings are awkward, so here's a small game I'd like to continue during the series:

Question of the Chapter: How do you relate the topic of 'INTRODUCTION' with this chapter? Like, how do you think I interpreted it? (You don't need to answer, but I'm curious ^^) I'll tell you mine too!

See you next chapter!

EDIT: On second thought, I won't copy the answers, I'm sorry ^^'. It would only be interesting if there were quite a few. Maybe future chapters.