We were running through the woods, trying to get some distance from the huge black dog following us, but it was no use. I took out my sword and stood my ground. I had a plan, and hoped that Britt and Chris would know me well enough by now to understand it. I swung the sword Chris had given me before we left. (don't ask me why a fourteen year old boy was carrying a sword, he still won't tell me). "Over here stupid dog, come and get me!" I shouted, now seriously hoping my friends had gotten the message. The dog stopped a few meters away from us, and looked at the three of us, as if deciding whom he (or she, I'm not sure) should kill first. Finally Britt and Chris got the message, and slowly started moving sideways. The dog immediately took interest in them, and bared its teeth. I didn't know what to do, if the dog pounced now, my friends would me dead, and I would be left running for my life, not knowing where to go. For a moment I was paralyzed at the thought, but quickly came back to my senses, knowing that if I didn't act now, the dog would pounce. I started jumping up ad down, running in circles, shouting, whistling, etc. to get the dog's attention. It worked. The dog turned it's head and looked at me, probably deciding that I was more of a threat than the others. It growled as it slowly walked towards me, probably intimidating me, and I have to say, it was pretty scary. I stood still and held out my sword, ready to stab the dog if needed. That's when I saw Britt's long golden hair and bright green eyes pop up from behind the dog, she smiled. It wasn't a nice 'hey this is fun' type of smile, it was more of a psyco 'i'm gonna kill this thing' smile. She drew her bow and arrow (which she also got of Chris, seriously, how does this boy get all these weapons?), and shot the dog in it's leg. There was a loud yelp and the dog vanished into a shower of golden dust.
I collapsed on the floor, my energy completely drained from fear. Britt and I looked at each other, and I knew what we were both thinking. 'What just happened?'. Chris seemed to have understood as well. "That was a hell-hound" he explained. "I wanted to tell you this all once we got to camp, but maybe now is a better time". Britt and I looked at our friend. I felt angry. "Christiaan!" I shouted, but then quickly lowered my voice, in case there were any more 'things' around. "You better tell us what's going on, or I'll singlehandedly tear you to pieces". Chris let out a small, silent, 'meh-eh', and Britt and I exchanged looks, then look d back at Chris. "Did you just... Bleat?" Britt said cautiously. "Chris, please, tell us what's going on, why did that hell-hound attack us, out of all people, we were on a busy street at the time. And, how did nobody see it?". Chris looked at the floor. "This is all to hard for me". He said "they'll explain at camp, we're not far now." Britt sighed, "fine, but at least tell us what that camp is you keep talking about?" Chris looked at Britt. "It's called camp half-blood, it's a camp for..." He hesitated. "Special people" Britt and I exchanged looks. "What do you mean, 'special'?" I finally asked. A smile appeared on Chris's face. "You'll see", and he started walking. "Come on then!" He said, with the biggest smile I hade ever seen on his face. "Don't you want to find out?". He started skipping. "What is wrong with him?" Britt asked, I've never seen him so... Jolly" "this camp must be something special then" I answered, and we walked after Chris, already forgetting about the incident that had happened earlier.