Seven half-bloods shall answer the call
to storm or fire, the world must fall
An oath to keep with a final breath
And foes bear arms to the Doors of Death
I didn't look back as I ran with all of my might. It was quiet; too quiet. My pursuer could be anywhere, anything, but all I could do was run. Where are you? I thought in my head repeatedly. What good was twin telepathy if you couldn't even get a response? Unless, of course, he was dead.
I felt an arm grab my wrist and pull me around a corner. My first instinct had been to scream. However, this was a presence I knew well, and so I knew, I was safe.
"Pierce," I sighed, hugging him, allowing my body to sag against him. "Thank God. I thought you were dead!"
"I'm fine," he said, hugging my back. "We have to get out of here."
I nodded my agreement. Together, we ran. We didn't know where we were going, but we didn't care. We just needed to get away.
I'm not sure just what happened, but soon, everything went black.
I opened my eyes to find myself in a dark room. My head was spinning, and I couldn't even see my own hand in front of my face. "Pierce?" I called. I didn't care if someone heard me. If we had already been captured, it didn't matter. "Pierce?"
"Shh," a voice whispered. A gentle hand was placed on my should and I was guided back onto the bed, my head resting on a comfortable pillow. "You need rest. Your brother's alright. He's sleeping."
"Who are you?" I asked, my hands ready to shoot up and knock someone's face in if I didn't receive answers. "Show yourself."
"I would," the voice replied, a soft female voice, "but I'm afraid the power's out, and I haven't been given a flashlight or candle."
Within a few moments, the lights flickered on and I was able to take in my surroundings. I was lying in a bed, and Pierce lay in a bed adjacent to mine. A woman sat at the foot of my bed. She had long blond hair and storm gray eyes. She smiled slightly at me.
"How are you feeling?" she asked.
"Okay, I guess," I mumbled. "Who are you?"
"I'm a half-blood, and so are you and your brother."
"A half-blood?"
"It means you're half-human and half-god," the woman replied. "I'm sorry for being so blunt, but I'm afraid we don't have time for pleasantries right now. We really must get you trained."
"Trained for what?" I asked.
"War."
"Okay, I don't know who you are," I began, going on the defensive, "but I'm just a kid. I'm not ready to go to war, and I'm not going to go to war. And even more importantly, how can I be part god? There's only one God! I'm Christian!"
"I don't know about God, but there are many gods, as in lower case," the woman continued. "Like the Greek gods. It's a long story, and it'll be easier to explain once your brother awakens."
"Who are you?" I nearly screamed.
"My name is Annabeth Chase, and I'm your mother."
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