"Grover, where are we going?" I asked innocently. Being sixteen, that wasn't easy for most teens. "Why are we leaving? Can't I grab my stuff and say bye to grandpa and grandma?" I was being pulled of by my best friend to who knows where, and I don't get to pack or say good bye? "Grover, please answer me!"
"Allyrah, I'm sorry. But we need to hurry. You won't be able to pack. And your grandparents already know that you're leaving today. We're going to Camp Half-Blood." Grover said hurriedly.
"What's Camp Half-Blood?" I asked. I'm so full of questions; my pale blue eyes were always glittering. Grover didn't answer my question but he kept pulling me through the streets of Manhattan towards the sound.
We ran and ran. Even when we couldn't run any farther, Grover insisted that we keep our legs moving. We didn't stop for anything, and luckily, we had no need to. When we came to a big hill with a tree on top, Grover stopped and sighed contently. "Home," He whispered to himself. And then took off running, me following close behind.
Half way up the hill we encountered something I would have never thought real: A hydra. We both stopped in our tracks and I said; "Grover? That's not a hydra, is it?"
He nodded. "Allyrah, you're not seeing things. I'll tell you that." Taking out his reed pipes, he began to play loudly. I looked around for something to distract the monster with. Spotting a sword length stick, I picked it up and charged at the hydra. It didn't seem to see me so I hit one of its heads with a downward swipe. It hissed and spat poison at me, but I dodged. I took another swing at it while weeds grew out of the ground, tying them around the hydra. The weeds tightened, and the monster turned into golden dust.
"Grover, do we continue to run now?" I asked. He nodded and bolted up the hill. I looked at my watch and followed. It was nearly two o' clock now.
Grover waited for me at the top of the hill, a huge smile on his face. "This, Allyrah, is Camp Half-Blood." I gazed down at the beautiful strawberry fields.
"It's beautiful!" I said, catching my breath. He smiled even wider, (if that was even possible) and started jogging back down the hill. I followed again. When I was almost down the hill, I tripped on rock. "Grover!" I shrieked as I went tumbling down the hill. The last thing I remember before blacking out was Grover calling out my name.
I woke up in a soft white bed in a white room. "Where am I?" I tried to sit up, but was immediately shoved back down by someone. "Don't sit up yet, you just woke up. Wait a minute or two." A girl's voice said.
"Just a second. Who are you?" I asked, opening my eyes. I lied back down and looked at the girl. She giggled a little.
"My name is Alana. I'm from the Apollo cabin. Are you new to camp? Because most of us who have been here a while don't trip over that little rock. No one's been able to move it, so we walk over or around it. You took a big spill there. But you're fine; just have a few bruises and scratches. As for where you are, you're still in Camp Half-Blood. This is the Big House." She said. And I let it sink in for a little while.
After a minute or two, Alana shooed me out onto the porch, where I found Grover talking to some kid who looked around my age. He had messy black hair and green eyes. I tied my own long black hair into a pony tail as I walked over to them.
"Hi Grover!" I said when I had reached them. Grover jumped, but the boy smiled kindly.
"Allyrah! Hello! How are you doing? Not too much damage, right?" Grover said. I nodded my head and smiled. "I'm fine. And I'm not too hurt. It's only a few scratches and bruises." I shrugged. Then I looked over at the boy. "Hi, I'm Allyrah! And you are…" He smiled back. "Percy. My name's Percy. It's nice to meet you, Allyrah. What cabin are you in? I'm in the Poseidon cabin." He said, holding out his hand. I shook it.
"Am I right when I say that children who go here have a god or goddess as their mom or dad come here over summer to stay safe and they live with their half siblings in the cabin that represents their immortal parent? If I am right, I don't know yet. I guess you can call me unclaimed." I said. He nodded. "Then you'll be staying in the Hermes cabin until you are claimed. I'll help you carry your stuff over there, if you like." Percy said. I shook my head.
"Sorry, but I don't have any stuff. I left on short notice." I said sweetly, looking at Grover when I finished speaking. And then I took off to the cabin indicated as the Hermes cabin. When I was half way there, I heard Percy quietly say to Grover, "Do you think she's an Athena kid? She's smart, but she doesn't have the eyes. Maybe she's an Aphrodite? She's pretty, but doesn't seem the type. What do you think, Grover?"
I could sense Grover shrugging his shoulders. "Only time will tell, Percy. Only time will tell." I heard him say that but continued walking towards the Hermes cabin.
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When I stepped onto the front step of the Hermes cabin, I hesitated before opening the door. Deciding otherwise, I looked back over at where Grover and Percy were standing. I waved and stepped off the front step of the Hermes cabin. Taking a step forward I bumped into someone. I fell over and looked at the person standing in front of me. "Oh! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to bump into you!" I said.
The girl in front of me held out her hand. "It's okay. Want some help?" I nodded my head and took her hand. She pulled me up onto my feet. "Thank you. By the way, my name is Allyrah Desma Wood."
She nodded. "I'm Annabeth Chase. And you're welcome." She nodded again and walked over to Percy and Grover. When Percy saw her he smiled as wide as I would have never thought possible.
I turned and walked towards the beach, running yet again, into another person. "Sorry." I mumbled as I got to my feet and dusted myself off. "Are you okay?" I said, offering the girl I had bumped into my hand.
"Yes, I'm fine. Thank you. My name's Silena." (I hope I spelt it right)
"My Name is Allyrah. Allyrah Wood. Nice to meet you." I said. She looked at me curiously.
"Allyrah, who's your immortal parent? You don't seem to have any of the physical features of any of the gods or goddesses. Don't take that offensively, of course. It's just, you're pretty enough to be an Aphrodite kid, like myself, you're smart enough to fit in with the Athena kids. You've got Poseidon's black hair. Then again, Zeus has black hair too, and so do Hades' kids. So? Who's your parent?" Silena said half to herself.
I shook my head. "Silena, I'm unclaimed. I don't know who my parent is. I've only been here about a day." She nodded and said, "Right! Sorry about that." She then left. Shrugging, I turned around and continued walking towards the beach.
Sitting down at the waters edge, I pulled my hair out of my face with a hair tie. (It had gotten loose when I bumped into Silena.) Staring at the water was never really my thing, but, right now, it just seemed right. The water seemed somewhat familiar, in an odd way. Like the feeling of meeting someone new and that person ends up being a friend of your best friend.
"Hey there, Allyrah." I heard a voice say. I turned my head to face the person speaking. "Oh. Hi Percy." I said.
He sat down next to me. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" I nodded in response to his question. "It is. I just can't figure out why though. I've never been a fan of the ocean. I'm not very familiar with water." I said, shrugging my shoulders.
He looked a little shocked and disappointed. "Huh. That seems a bit surprising. But that also crosses Poseidon of your list of possible parents."
I nodded my head. "Yup, there's a given. You can probably cross Ares off to. My grandpa considers me a pacifist. I'm not a fan of violence." He nodded absent mindedly. As if he was thinking deeply about something.
"What things are you interested in?" He asked me. I looked up at the sky. The stars were starting peek out.
"I like gazing at the stars. I like to sleep. I tried archery once. I guess it's safe to say that I was pretty okay at it. My favorite colors are dark blue, red, white, and black. I like fire, and I am most comfortable when I am home in Greece or in my grandparents' house. I rarely have nightmares and I have never broken a promise or told a rumor in my life." I said, not once taking my eyes off the darkening sky.
"Well, that narrows it down a bit. You parent could quite possibly be Nyx; goddess of night, Morpheus; god of dreams, or maybe Hestia; goddess of the hearth and home. And maybe, though highly unlikely, your parent could be Artemis; goddess" He said confidently. "So, maybe you should ask Chiron about-" He abruptly stopped speaking and stared behind me.
"What?" I asked, turning around to see what he was looking at. Behind me I saw a tall woman in a cloak with brown hair and fire red eyes. "Lady Hestia!" Percy whispered behind me. Hestia nodded in acknowledgement at Percy and turned her gaze towards me. "Lady Hestia." I said as calmly and respectfully as I could. Her intense gaze did not leave me as she nodded to me as she did to Percy.
"Desma, come with me. I need to speak with you." Hestia said in a sweet voice. Wait, did she just call me Desma? "Lady Hestia, I believe that you may be mistaken. Desma is not my name. My name is Allyrah." I said quietly, but loud enough for her to hear me.
Hestia nodded and put her hands together. "It seems that you have no knowledge of your true identity, Desma. Come with me and I will tell you your true identity." Apparently she didn't hear the 'that's-not-my-name' part. Oh well.
I stood and followed her into the forest, leaving Percy by the water, confused as ever.
A/N: ooh!!!!! It's a cliffy, right? I think it is. Well, what's Allyrah's true identity? How much of her life and past will she be told? Is Hestia her mother? Or is Hestia just a messenger of her parent? R&R Please!
Disclaimer: Any character you find in this story in the original series in not mine. But Allyrah (Or Desma?) is mine!!!!!!! Muahahahaha!!!!!! And Rick Riordan is a guy. I am a girl. And my name is not Rick Riordan. (I will not tell you my name!) If I was Rick Riordan, I would not be here, would I? I would be putting this in some published book or whatever. And this is a FAN fiction. Thus requires me to be a FAN.