Hello, everyone! The Queen of Ghosts is baaack!

Honestly, I don't really remember writing this story, but as I reread it I figure that it was worth salvaging.

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It's hard waking up every morning, not knowing whether or not you'll survive the next day. Not knowing if today is your last day in this godforsaken plane of meaningless existence. It's hard because once things seem safe you begin to lower your guard, becoming accustomed to the constant threat of imminent demise.

There is no safe haven for a person like me. Everyone wants me dead because of who my parents are. I'm too powerful, a threat to everyone.

How much longer will I survive?

I opened my eyes when I felt the warmth of sunlight gently caressing my face. I had to close them for a few seconds to readjust to the sudden brightness. I hated the daytime. I was more of a night person. It's easier to hide, to slip away from my enemies.

And gods, I had so many fucking enemies.

I stood up from the patch of grass that I was sleeping on and stretched out, working out the little kinks by cracking my knuckles, neck, and back. After feeling fully awake, I picked up my backpack, which I had used as a pillow, and my leather jacket which substituted a blanket. I checked the inside pockets to make sure all of my knives were in their places, and that none were missing. I then slipped the jacket over my black, sleeveless T-shirt and shouldered the bag. I wiped my ripped, black jeans, so that it wasn't too obvious that I had slept in them. I then put my raven-black hair into a ponytail, with my hair reaching my waist.

I began trekking in the woods, my worn out, black combat boots not making a single sound as I weaved through the trees. I found a small creek, where I washed my face and brushed my teeth. After I freshened up by the creek, I found an apple hanging off a branch of a nearby tree, and threw one of my knives to knock it down.

I continued walking, eating the apple as I went until I heard a branch snap. My eyes, as dark as onyx, narrowed in preparation for a fight, as I flicked my wrists, unsheathing two slender Stygian iron knives. I slowly turned around, trying to spot any threats. When I was positive that there wasn't one, I sheathed my knives once again.

Must've been my imagination. I thought to myself. Or maybe a wild animal.

Still feeling suspicious, I continued to venture north until I finally spotted the camp's boundary line. Guarding the front entrance was a giant dragon the color of lavender, its body snaking around Thalia's pine tree, which bore the Golden Fleece that sustained the camp's magical borders. Peleus raised his head sleepily, only slightly interested at my arrival. He already knew my scent. After looking me over, he rested his head on his forelegs once more.

I considered entering the camp through the front entrance, but I quickly dismissed the thought. I wasn't welcome there. At least, that's what the campers would say to me. Chiron was kind, he knew what I was and didn't judge me. However, even he knew that I couldn't stay at camp. Not after what happened with Clarisse.

I wonder if she had gotten better. Or at least woken from her coma.

Instead, I started walking around the perimeter for an inconspicuous spot to slip in. I just needed to make a quick trip. I could easily shadow travel through the camp's magical boundaries, but I didn't want to raise the alarm.

There was no need to make my presence known to the entire camp. I was only there to visit one person. Then I would be gone once more.

Finally, I saw that the strawberry fields were practically empty and was just about to walk through the boundary line, when I heard another twig snap. I turned around quickly, unsheathing my knives. My eyes darted around, looking through the trees before I decided to just run through the barrier. As soon as I turned halfway around, another twig snapped, this time it was much closer. That was before I felt a hand clamp down on my shoulder.

"Well, look at what we have here?" breathed a cold, menacing voice. She cackled before she continued to speak. "Looks like someone doesn't know when they're not wanted."

Her evil cackling rung in my ears. Her words hurt, and I knew that she was just luring me, taunting me to fight her.

Unfortunately for her, I was ready.

I jabbed my elbow into my assailants stomach, causing her to relinquish her hold. Before she could stop gagging, I sliced my knife, aiming at her throat. However, the monster managed to duck just in time, punching me in the chest in retaliation. I flew backwards and landed hard on my back, rolling away just as she tried to pounce on me. She snarled in rage, as I got up.

Now that I had a good look at her, I kind of regretted it.

She had skin as pale as milk, with a slight blue tint to it. Her eyes were a bloodthirsty red, filled with hunger and malice. Her hair was a mass of flames, marking her as an old empousa. However, even though her face was very intimidating, I had to try hard not to laugh when I took notice of her legs. Like all empousai, she had one leg made entirely of bronze, while the other was a donkey's, right down to the hoof and fur. She growled when she noticed that I was snickering at the sight of her legs, and took that opportunity to attack me.

She leapt in the air, shrieking, "Don't make fun of my legs!" before she ended up as a pile of sulfuric monster dust. While she was in the air, I managed to throw three knives, no bigger than my palm, piercing her donkey leg, chest, and forehead. I carefully picked up the blades, and wiped away the dust.

You should always clean your weapons.

I heard another crackling noise, and was surprised to see Andrew, a son of Ares with a few of his siblings. Andrew was a big guy, probably 6 ft tall and as muscular as a linebacker. He had a big, round head covered in shaggy, dirty blonde hair with a gigantic pig nose and small, piercing brown eyes. They were all laughing until they saw me cleaning my knives. Andrew's eyes narrowed, his face contorted with rage.

"This bitch dares to come back!" He screamed, drawing his sword that was easily three times the size of even my hunting knives, each nearly the size of my forearm. His siblings each gripped their weapons, ready to attack me.

"You monster!"

"Let's send this bitch back to Tarturus!"

"Demon!"

All of them shouted out insults, each worst then the last. And every time they shouted a curse, it made my blood boil even more.

"ENOUGH!" I screamed, my eyes suddenly darkening in rage. The temperature suddenly dropped as the clearing darkened. Shadows appeared to leap from the trees, surrounding us in a dome of darkness, blocking out the sun like an eclipse.

The children of Ares shuffled their feet uncomfortably. They wanted to maim me in revenge for what I had done to Clarisse, but they feared me because no one truly knew the full extent of my power.

Not even me.

I took a deep breath, and turned away, not wanting my anger to get the best of me once again. The darkness dissipated and I took off, leaving the children of Ares to stare after me. I would wait to enter the camp at nightfall, where no one else would see me.

It would be safer for everyone.

I hope that you enjoyed this chapter! Any idea what makes our protagonist so different from the average demigod?

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