My feet silently carried my threw the old forest of my hometown, about the only thing didn't look to new, too man made for my taste. The dark trees casted an eery like blanket over top of me like some horror movie flick. The bright moon was full tonight and it was my only helpful guide at 12:00 o'clock in the night. Well, other than my eyes of course. It was a beautiful March night, one of those nights you never to want forget, than like any other pointless human you get so caught up in your life that it swipes away completley from your memory like a rat in a room full of snakes. If your lucky, there may be scraps, but " if " is the keyword. Stars sprinkled the night like the first few snowflakes on the ground that happily creats giggling and pointing kindergartners. The only problem was sometimes I didn't know if I was looking at a star, airplane, or satellite dish. And when I did attempt o look at the stars, it just got me mad as hell because of these kind of problems. I mean, like come on! Why do our kind have to ruin absolutely everything we see in our path, to analyze everything? The one thing that didn't compare to my anger over these kind of things is anybody who works in a job that even containes the smallest amount of Sociology. I absolutely HATE Sociology. I mean all people are trying to do is make us sound like another boring science experiment. Like I get all the other kinds of sciences, sometimes I even enjoy them, like we should be informed, but Sociology is taking it way to far. Mankind are always having to put scientifically reasoning behind everything! Such as love, fear, betrayal, like it suppose to happen. As I was babbling on about how much I hate mankind I heard the slightest crack of a twig meters away from me (yes, I have pretty good hearing, or I just take the time to observe.) when I started to hear the lowest of whispers, at least, I think it was whispers.
They were musical, low, deep, and a bit rushed, like the whole no-time-to-lose deal, whispers. I could barley hear it, I had to focus really hard and stop my breathing to even get a couple words out of the two voices who were having an obviously big deal secret to exchamge, considering it was past midnight, dark as hell out, and of course abounded, expect for poor, little, old (well, really young since I am only Seventeen) me.
" The prophecy... Yes, yes,...I do understand... thats not fair... I dont know where she has gone... I know she is just immortal...but... that's... Annebeth... she's callable though... the Rose family will..." I stopped listening.
My somewhat rare name Annebeth and my last name Rose were mentioned by these odd, strange voices. I could only make out the one guys voices though. The scariest part was I know that voice, but, they were only from my dreams. I slowly started to back away, the moon wasn't my friend anymore, the light would give me away... Crack! "Ouff" I fell foloishly, like such an average human, over a now broken log.
The soft voice stopped. I slowly got up and ran. I ran like the freaking wind back to my house. I broke from the woods in seconds, I didn't look back, I didn't want to know if I was being followed. It was the fastest I ever ran. All I could here was the pitter patter of the sudden rain, my heavy footsteps, and the loudest of all, my heart beat. I rounded the corner to the next street. Sweat prickled down my face, but thankfully the rain washed it away. If anything did happen to me, nobody would know where to look. I sneaked out of the house as usual without even a little bit of a notice from my parents. Hell! Im so invisible nobody may know I'm even gone. I was a painful block away from my house when a wall like figure came out of nowhere and hit me smack down on my side. It felt like a slow motion scene in an action thrill movie. I was flying threw the air with this unknown thing covering me, as if to protect me, but I could swear I heard a crunch then I was on the hard ground. I didn't even realize where I and it, was. I guess we were in town because we were now in an alley. Then a rush of pain and realization flooded me with the most unfortunate income. I could feel my wrist was broken. My left one to be exact. The rippling pain, the harsh sharpness. It took all my might to not scream out in pain. The black thing was now getting up. It stood for a second, listening then in another swift moment it had me pinned up against the end of the alley wall. I closed my eyes tight, I felt the light in take of breath from the thing holding me. Good, at least it was alive...or something like that. It smelled of roses, coffee, and that nice, not to heavy cologne. An odd mixture, but it smelt really good, almost heavenly. "Shhhhhh..." I heard it muttered, I was surprised, almost startled. Then it released me, I didn't know why but It did.
