I was laying on the end of my bed reading one of my many favourite books- Percy Jackson and the Titan's Curse. I was, as my best Katalina Rosalind was, a major bookworm. I sighed contently while reading the book. A black speck opened up on the middle of the page. Not a big deal I thought to myself, 'it's just a speck,'. But it didn't stay 'just a speck' it grew. I sat up and slowly inched back but stayed close enough to look into the swirling black vortex. I felt myself sliding towards it. I could feel myself being pulled toward it. I looked around the room. Nothing was moving, being sucked in by the vortex, not even a sign of a new force. The multiple of books shoved in the bookshelf where they belonged or piled up on my desk, nothing. My clothes inside my open-doored wardrobe, completely still. Even the papers, with my stories that was writing, littering my bedroom floor were lifeless but somehow the force was affecting me. I tried to grab onto my mattress but the material was retracting, willing me to leave. Finally I gave up and let the vortex take me away. The vortex was pitch black inside so I had no idea where I was going but that didn't stop me from feeling every flip and turn.
"Oof," I groaned as I fell face down into sand. I have to admit I was lucky, no injuries apart from feeling sore all over as far as I can tell.
"Are you alright?" I heard a voice above me. I turned onto my back and said I was though I was a little dazed. The girl nodded. I then looked at her properly, closely. She had long honey blonde hair and startling grey eyes. She was tall, slim and looked athletic. She seemed familiar.
"You got off a lot better then the other one," she told me.
"Other one?" I asked a lot of the daze I was feeling disappearing.
"Yeah, tight brown curly hair, slim, tanned." That did it, I was no longer dazed.
"Katalina," I gasped.
"So you know her?"
"If it's who I think it is. What happened to her!?"
"She fell on one of our strawberry trucks before landing on the rocky ground beneath it. Broke her left arm, leg and got a pretty good blow to the head before falling unconscious."
"What!" I said half sobbing, half shocked.
"Don't worry, she seems quite strong. You'd think she would have a worse fate but she was alright. We gave her some nectar. She's obviously a half-blood. Just when I was leaving her leg was fully healed and her arm was healing. She's at the blue house, do you want me to take you to her?"
That'd be great thanks." The girl helped me up and stayed close by my side just in case I was a little disorientated from the previous fall. After a few steps I stopped.
"Wait a sec," I told the girl.
"What is it?" She asked sounding concerned.
"Nectar, blue house, half-blood," I muttered to myself, all my thought swimming. I finally came to a conclusion. "You're Annabeth Chase!" Annabeth took a cautious step from me but that didn't stop me. "And this," I say raising my arms to gesture around me. With my voice softening I finished "This is camp half-blood." Annabeth nodded cautiously.
"Who are you? How do you know me," I couldn't tell her the truth, I had to think quick.
"I...I..." Wow, real smooth Sammy-Leigh. Annabeth stepped toward me with one foot.
"Tell me!" My only reply was a shrug. She sighed, stepping back and taking a deep breath.
"I guess I'll find out eventually," she concluded. I nodded. "Come on, I'll take you to your friend." I followed her lead to the blue house.