I Promise
Ch.1
Layla's POV
My grip tightened on the only thing he left me. I was freezing in the night air, but I wouldn't dare slow down. Not now. I was too focused on the small bronze blade with his name engraved into one side. The one name I would never forget and the name belonged to someone I once loved but now despise. The name glistened in the dim streetlight. Percy Jackson.
1 year ago….
"Percy Jackson, may I speak with you please." asked, looking directly at my best friend. "Um sure." He said, looking puzzled. "Hey Lay, I will be right back." He told me with those gorgeous blue eyes. "Promise?" I asked him. "I promise." He said before walking off with our teacher. That was the last time I heard his voice, looked into that endless pool of blue in his eyes. Grover disappeared too, leaving me to fend for myself. It took me about 3 months of not leaving my room to realize he wasn't coming back. I grew into this bitter, harsh, and cold person. I dyed my hair raven black and barely paid any attention in school. One day I came home and saw my father sitting at the table, waiting for me to get home. "Layla, sit down we need to talk." My dad said, pointing at the stool next to the table. I sat down and fiddled with my hair impatiently. "There's something I need to tell you about your mother. She's not….. well honey she's not normal." My dad started. "Dad, what's not normal about him. She left us with nothing."I said, looking at him with unforgiving eyes. "Your mother's a goddess." He stated. "Well I know she was pretty, dad…" I said dumbly. "No. I mean she's an actual goddess. Your mother's Athena." After my dad said that one sentence, I instantly ran out the door and grabbed the bag I knew I would need one day. I never looked back and I stayed strong.
Present Time
I doubled checked the clearing of woods behind me and ran ahead. Suddenly, a giant hell hound stopped me. I instantly backed up and grabbed my lucky necklace from my pocket. I pressed down on the mini shaped sword charm. And my eyes widened as I came face to face with a bronze blade. I did the unthinkable and walked straight up to the hound and slashed. In a nanosecond, the vicious hound turned into a pile of dust. I looked up at the hill in front of me. I stared wide eyed at the carefully scripted Greek writing. I had arrived to my destination. I had arrived at Camp Half-Blood.
I know it was short, but I felt like I was being boring.
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Little Miss Purple