My first accrual fanfic, please tell me if I need to change something, criticism appreciated I don't own twilight or Percy Jackson and the Olympians
I am not liking Chiron right now.
At. All.
He is sending me on my own 'quest', I scoff mentally, not even a real quest, not that I'm not happy, but this place... Is a town,that I'm not even sure is visible on a map with a frickin' microscope, I have to stay there for a year because of some "suspicious monster activity", Chiron's words, not mine. La Push Washington is where I'm going, and I have to go to high school, Chiron thinks ill meet some friends, or some crap like that.
I guess I should introduce my self:
Hi I'm Clarisse La Rue. I have a short temper so don't get on my bad side, not that I have a good side though. I am Daughter of Ares, god of War, which explains the short temper, strong build, hight, and amazing skill with my spear and sword. That's all you need to know about me.
I got sent here, not only because of monsters, but I had a little blow up at Prissy and his girlfriend Annie. The little newbie had it commin'! Now before you go all "Clarisse, you should have just let it go and moved on"... no. That's not how I roll. So I threw a few punches here, may have kicked a few but hey, he's still alive right now! Well actually he's in the infirmary probably right now, oh well.
I slung my packed bag over my leather clad shoulder, the weight hardly slowing me down, and headed over to the big house for my plane ticket and passport, and just incase, a bag full of ambrosia and a canteen full of nectar, food and drink of the gods.
"Alright Clarisse, here you are," horseman handed me my ticket and passport, I took them from him rudely not bothering to say thank you or even make eye contact, "Clarisse, this is for the best, you may even find someo- something you like!" He finished quickly, I swore he would have said someone there... He did have that stupid glint in his eye, like he know what will happen. Hate it when he does this.
"Argus is waiting for you by the van, he will drive you to the Brooklyn Airport, from there you will go on flight 115, American Airlines, first class to Port Angeles," wow, first class, "with only one stop for fuel in Montana." Argus is our many eyed friend. Literally, he has over 100 eyes.
"Thanks." I nodded curtly to him, still pissed that he's sending me there, I mean come on! This camp needs me!
I walked out of the big house towards Argus, our hundred eye friend, with Chiron. Getting into the front seat, it actually hit me.
I'm leaving.
Sure it's only for a year, but this place had been my home for the past seven years! I'm 17 now! And only having gone on one actual quest'
Pulling out of the trail that had somehow appeared their, I realized I forgot to ask him what my story would be, but as I turned back to see if he was still there, the trail was not longer their, or any evidence that a van had just pulled out of the woods. Also not their was horseman, Great.