Heyo! It's me again. I've run into some trouble with the first fanfic I made so I decided to start another while I think. I am still quite inexperienced so please be nice and remember I don't own the pjo series. Now on with the story.
Hey. I'm George Aime. I used to be one of the most powerful demigod for camp. That will be told later. How about I tell you of how I got to camp instead.
"Wake up George. You'll be late for school." called a man's voice. It was my father. He was quite a nice person. He never seemed to get angry with me over the incidences that caused me to move around so much. We used to live up in Vermont but some accidents with a few schools up there had us moving south. It happened so often that within two years, I had moved down to Georgia. I was on a new record. I lasted more than two months down here so I was excited with today being the last day of school. I was about to come down to breakfast when I heard my which of a stepmom speak.
"Keep it down! If that brat doesn't wake for school, that's his problem." She didn't care about me. She hated me because I didn't care about fashion and clothes. She was the biggest diva ever.
"If it wasn't for those gorgeous eyes of his he would be gone by now." She was creepily attracted to my eyes. They were…well…they didn't have a set color. Sometimes they were blue, sometimes green, other times they were a mix. I did have a moment where my eyes were a startling grey. I guess I can understand her obsession. 'So she wants me gone, huh? Fine, I can fulfill her wish.' I thought as I was packing some stuff away. I grabbed a few extra clothes and my large hunting knife and packed them in my back pack.
Flashback
The knife was a bit special to me. I got it from a friend up in Vermont when I went hunting with him a week before I had to move. I didn't like hunting much. We just sat in a stand up in a tree and waited for something to come by. After a few hours, we were ready to start back when a deer walked out before we could start down the ladder of the stand. My friend spotted it and took aim. When I looked it seemed different from other deer. It seemed to glow. I got a weird feeling when he shot it and it dropped. I'm not sure if he saw the glow or not but I didn't ask. We got down and ran to his new prize. He handed me a large knife and told me how to skin it and then took out his phone and called his dad to pick them up. I was about a quarter of the way done with skinning it when he was done talking and he drew another knife. He came down and helped me finish skinning it. The whole time I felt sick. When his dad got to us we loaded the deer onto his atv and I went to give the knife back. He didn't take it and told me to keep it. He had plenty at home. We rode back and he gave me a piece of the treated hide two days later. When I went to move I told him goodbye and told him I would try to keep in contact.
End Flashback
I have been keeping in touch with him. I sent him letters to talk to him. He told me of the hunts he's been on. He even sent me a small piece of bear fur from a bear he shot. He is becoming quite the huntsman. I could never understand how he liked it. Hunting didn't feel right to me. Not thinking right, I climbed out of my window with a note sitting on my bed. I was on the second floor but the larger area of the first floor gave me a roof to walk on. The house was built into a hill so if I walked to the end of the house I could jump onto the hill. I ran away from home with a large knife that shined as if it were bronze. When I held it to the light a light brown shine can be seen on it. Otherwise it looked just like a steel blade.
It wasn't long until I found a road and with it direction signs. I followed the road north. There wasn't much to the south and I never really liked the west. It was a clear day although I could see some dark clouds in the distance. It looked like it would take a few hours until the clouds were looming over me but they came faster than I thought. Only 20 minutes down the road and the storm started. Rain came down hard. I needed a place to stay. I was already drenched to the bone and the storm just started. I looked around and the only shelter was a small highway bridge to my right. As I ran I swear I could hear a….well….evil sounding laugh.
When I got to the bridge I immediately climbed onto the concrete supports. I sat there staring out into the open plains of Georgia and daydreamed. I began to see faces. I thought I was hallucinating but when I tried to focus again the faces grew more detailed. The first was a young boy. He had jet black hair and brilliant green eyes. The next was of a grown woman. She had brown hair with blond streaks to brighten the color. She had eyes that shifted like mine. One moment they were green like the boy's, then a bright blue, and finally a startling grey. They shifted the same colors mine did. They both mouthed words. I was horribly at reading lips but I think they said 'I await you'.
I then heard a car park down below me. It was a black Nissan. A man with brown curly hair climbed out. He walked toward me and it looked like he had a limp. I was curious but I knew asking would be rude. When he was standing below me he spoke.
"What's a young lad doing out here during a storm?" He had a look of curiosity and concern in his eyes. I could tell somebody's emotions though their eyes with no effort. I don't know why but I can. I wanted to stay quiet but I was raised with my manners engraved in my heart.
"I ran from home." I said and the stranger seemed to get depressed a little. "That's a shame." He said with a sad tone. "If it's alright with you, would you tell me what caused you to leave?" The question surprised me. I don't know about you but I could never find anybody that had that much manners. They usually just ask outright.
"It was my stepmother." I said and the stranger raised an eyebrow and was trying to hide a smirk. He wasn't doing too good a job. He waited for me to explain further but I stayed quiet. He let the subject go and started to think. My guess was that he was trying to change the subject. He looked up and said something I didn't expect.
"Would you like a ride anywhere?" He gestured towards his car and I shrugged. He walked to his car and I followed him. Most people would say no and call the police or something but I could tell he meant no harm. "So where do you want to go?" He asked and I had no idea where I could go. Without thinking about it I said "North". He smiled and said, "No problem".
End of chapter one! Did anybody figure out who the stranger was? If not boy are you slow. (Kidding, kidding) I'll have chapter two up soon. (And I mean within two days) Please review I'll need ideas for later.