Yo! It's Fathom! I dreamt this, so it's gonna be crazy.
Beware of the slipper monkeys. On that positive note, here's the story.
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The wind howled around my ears. My hand was being clasped by what I thought was my best friend. The ground was shaking steadily, as if a giant was walking around.
"Run faster! Geez! And you have the nerve to call yourself the fastest runner in school!" My friend Charisma yelled. Yep, that's her real name. It felt strange being led around by a seven year old.
Yep, you heard right. She's a seven year old.
The shaking went faster. The meadow was coming to a hill with a huge pine tree with something shiny in it, which glowed in the darkness that cloaked the hill.
"Faster!" Charisma yelled.
"I'M TRYING!!" I screamed back at her. Then I had an idea.
I was just about to run faster and leave her when she said "Don't even think about it!" Then her shoe fell off revealing a small hoof and a bit of white fur.
"Oh, Styx!" Charisma yelled.
The thumping went even faster.
The huge pine tree was just in arm reach. There! I made it. To wherever "it" is.
"No, you idiot! The other side!" Charisma yelled and pulled me with strength that certainly wasn't a seven year old's. Panting, I turned around a looked down the hill. A tiny pink Converse shoe was just sitting on the hillside.
I was utterly exhausted. We had spent two days running across Long Island with no rest and no food. I needed a cheeseburger.
I couldn't take it anymore. The world blackened as I fainted.
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I woke up. I was in a deck chair on a huge pavilion. On a table nearby, there was a mug which was lightly giving off steam and a bowl of what looked like mashed up baby food. Eugh.
I looked over the scene that lay before me, just out of reach. The sun was shining; the delicious smell of hot strawberries wafting in the air, and the grass so green you could practically eat it. It was lovely being here.
I heard some mumbling next to me. I saw Charisma sleeping in a deck chair on the other side of the table. Were my ears deceiving me? Did she mutter tin cans?
What really astonished me was that she was only wearing a bright orange shirt. Her legs were covered in white fur with a few brown spots. Her feet were hooves; she was like half of a horse or something.
"Goat!" she yelled suddenly, making me jump. She started to wake up. My mouth was open, starting at her legs.
"Half goat. I'm a satyr."
All I could do was stare.
Stare.
Stare.
Stare.
Stare.
"Tashinta!" Charisma was getting annoyed.
"Wha-"
"Eat your food." She told me coldly, pushing me the baby food.
"Ew! I'm not gonna eat that!"
"JUST EAT!!" Charisma screamed.
I took a scoop of the icky food, and hesitantly put it to my mouth.
Oh, it was bliss. It tasted like warm liquid triple chocolate chip brownies with a big glass of milk. Before I knew it, I've eaten the whole lot.
I made a move for the mug that was steaming when Charisma snatched it before me.
"Oh no! My hot chocolate!" She drank it, glaring at me like I had ripped the head of her favourite Barbie. Which I've done.
"Charisma, why are you being so mean to me?" I asked.
"When you fainted on the hill top, my mission was considered a failure! The Council of Cloven Elders has taken away my searchers license! And you made me lose one of my favourite shoes!"
"What, Cloven Elders? Wait, you're too young to drive!"
"Never mind. Chiron is waiting for you."
"CHIRON?"
Charisma looked at me as if I was a bug she had killed.
"Honestly, don't you read mythology?"
"Well, not really."
"Well, Tashinta Smith, you're going to have a blast here at Camp Half Blood!" Charisma cried out sarcastically.
"I can already tell my stay at 'Camp Half Blood' was going to be a horrible time.
Thanks for reading! Ok, read and review like always! Should I dump this? Or Keep it?