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I know what you be thinkin', 'Oh pancakes, that weird girl is writing AOTHER story -.-' but no need to fear! Um... well if your scared of phsyco girls who write AWESOMENESS, then I suppose you got stuff to fear. This is my first Percy Jackson story so stick in there with me!
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I sat on the cot, breathing quietly, and watching my breath turn into cold steam. I don't understand why, to this day, why I decided what I did. It was the worst decision of my life. Hi. I'm Sydney Anderson, a demigod who didn't know any better
"Get up" Ethan Nakamura shouted through our room. "It's time for training." I groaned. This place was living Hades. Training several times a day. I reluctantly stood up and put on battle armor. Mallory Raine, daughter of Iris, and Mitchell Welles, son of Hephaestus, were both getting ready with me. "I thought this would've made things easier," Mallory grumbled. "It's the only way we'll get our respect." Mitchell protested. I shrugged. "It's not gonnabe that bad once it's over. We'll be fine, and respected" I chimed, trying to lift their spirits. Truthfully, I regretted joining. But once your in, you can't get out. "I guess," Mitchell sighed, grabbing his sword, Mallory her arrows.
Now If you've ever been on a ship, filled with tons of monsters and 3000 or so demigods, who are in intense training, and you're a mortal, you'd better leave the ship. Pronto. "Well I guess we should get going on this" Mallory said in a small voice. "Yep..." Mitchell said, walking to the cardio arena. "Let's hope we come back alive" I said and snickered. Mallory simply rolled her eyes and skipped to the arrow arena. I took a breath and walked tword the sord arena. In a lot of ways, this was like camp. But in a million ways, it wasn't. It had the same bases; sword, cardio, arrows; but they worked you to your limits here, and it wasn't in a nice field of sunshine. It was more like a military base floating on a boat. Luke Castellan was waiting for us. leaning his weight against his sword whom he calls 'Backbiter'. In the two weeks I was at camp, I saw pictures of Luke on the staff board, with a friendly smile and in his 'Camp Half-Blood' t-shirt. But now, he wore a plain black shirt, tattered jeans, and a face filled with pure hatred. When he saw me arrive, he smirked, and looked at the other demigods. "Gather around, people. It's time."
OK so i just wrote it a tad short, because i dont quite know if it's going to be a sucessful story yet. You guys are to decide that! So if you like, add this story to your favorites or simply post a comment. And feel absolutely free to ask if you can add one of your own characters, because I think that'd be cool lol xD PEACE OUT FO NOW FRIENDS!