A New Hero

by Became.An.Echo

-COMPLETE OC FANFICTION- When Sam finds out she is a demigod, everything thats happened previously in her life makes sense. But now she has more troubles to deal with. Like the Gods undying efforts to get her killed, learning how to wield a sword and basically how to survive to next year. And if that wasbt enough, being a Hero means Quests and quests mean imminent death.

1. I - Run

I resisted the urge to look back as I ran through the trees. My head was pounding and my legs were struggling to carry on. I knew I couldn't run for much longer. My body couldn't take the pressure I was putting on it. I wasn't built for this. Branches snapped behind me. I was suddenly aware of how close it was. I was going to die here. It was going to catch up and I was going to be torn apart in the middle of a forest. No one would go looking for me. My body would slowly rot, my flesh decomposing. Leaves would cover me whilst plants grew through the holes in my bones. Death, the thing Ive spent my life running from, would finally catch up.

I let out a small sob, the only noise I'd allowed myself to make in almost an hour. Is that how long I'd been running? An hour? Time seemed to stretch on, a distant worry when your staring death in the face.

A roar from behind me snapped me into attention. Run. That's all I had to do. Run and survive. I could see a something shimmering in the air far ahead of me. That had to be it. The safe place I was told about. The thing wouldn't be able to get me once I pass the border. But then again, knowing my luck, it'd get me just before I reached. Or the shimmering would just be the sun bouncing off of an insects wings, not a magical force field at all.

I drew in a deep breath, forcing all of my energy into the last few steps I had to take. 30 metres max. I could do this. I was going to survive. I was going to make it. I had to. I couldn't die now, not after all I'd survived. The beast let out another bellow, louder this time. Or was it closer. I shook my head, trying to erase those thoughts. I was going to make it and I wasn't going to allow myself to think any different.

I was close enough to see past the shimmering border. I could see orange figures below the hill I was on. A group of these orange figures were running towards me. They'd save me. I didn't know why but I was sure of it. I was safe.

I ran through the border as the figures passed me. They looked barely 15, 2 boys with black messy hair and a girl with blonde hair. I saw as one of the boys hands sparked with flames and the other drew a pen from the pocket of his faded blue jeans. That was the last thing I saw before the world went black and my body crashed to the ground.