DISCLAIMER: As sad as it is I don't own the Percy Jackson and The Olympians series so anything unoriginal is not mine
I know, I know. Shame on me for starting another story when I haven't updated my others in a while blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. Well, Deal. With. It. And give me a break I've gotta life too ya know, but anyways, I hope you like it. If it's bad just tell me but be nice about it. Please. And...umm...that's it. Enjoy!
Lightening strikes as thunder follows on a dark and stormy night. The rain beats down on the asphalt relentlessly. Rain drips from the roofs. Drip-drop, drip-drop. A splash is heard and a shadow flashes a crossed a brick wall in an alley. The pitter-patter of sneakers hitting the wet ground filled the alley.
A second, much faster shadow chased after the first. A panting noise much similar to a large dog's, echoed through the alley. The pitter-patter of sneakers stopped. There, cornered in the alley stood a 15-year-old girl with hair black as night in tattered, dirty clothes frantically searching for an escape. But from what is she running from?
Then out of the shadow appears not one, but three black mastiffs. The size of compact cars; growling, bearing sharp yellow teeth. If you looked close enough into it's beady, red eyes you could see death it's self, sending even the bravest running scared. The girl leaned up against the wall and slid down, wimpering and covering her face with her pale arms. She prepared to face a painful and untimely demise by her personal messenger of death.
The creatures circled around her and creeped closer until you could no longer see the girl. A pain filled, blood cruttling scream filled the night air. The growling of the creatures echoed through the alley. Then out of shadows a glowing silver arrow flied through the air and struck one of the beasts in the head. A second and third arrow followed striking the remaining creatures down.
"M'Lady, what should we do with the girl?" A female voice called out from the opposite end of the alley. A second voice responded "We must bring the girl with us. She is in need of healing. Phoebe?" "Yes M'Lady?" A third voice said. "You shall be the one to carry the girl back to camp. Where you shall tend to her wounds." "Yes, M'Lady."
The girl named Phoebe responded. Out of the shadows appeared a dozen or so girls. All with sliver bows and quivers of silver arrows strapped to their backs, dressed in silver leather jackets, white T-shirts, silver camo pants, and black combat boots. The bigger girl of the group picked up the wounded girl bridal style and carried her back to the other end of the alley where the group lie.
"Come," A girl with brown hair and silver eyes motioned Phoebe to come closer. "we must set up camp and help the girl. She could be of use to the hunt."