This is a story about three demigods trying to find there way around the world. Bella, Raina, and Alexa must find out what's the real villain.
I heard a knock on the door. "Coming!" I called. I opened the door and there stood a boy, only he wasn't a boy at all. From the waist down he was a donkey, and I literally mean donkey. He had the body of a human up until his waist, and from the waist down he had the legs of a donkey, or at least that's what it looked like to me.
"Who are you and why are you a half-donkey?" I asked him.
"My name is Ron and I'm a satyr," Ron said. "What are you doing here?" I asked. "I'm here to take you to Camp Half-Blood," Ron stated, looking grim. "All right, let me just get my things and-," I was interrupted by Ron. "There's no time, you'll receive new things, just come on, they'll be here soon," Ron said, terrified.
"Who'll be here soon?" I asked uncertainly.
"Time for questions later, just COME ON!" Ron almost shouted. "OK, Ok, ok," I said.
I followed Ron out of the house and stopped in my tracks, awed by what I saw. "Are those- pegasuses?" I asked. "They're called pegasi, genius!" Ron snapped, trotting toward a particularly large pegasus the color of hail.
"This is Hailstorm," Ron declared. "You'll be riding Tsunami." He pointed to a gray female pegasus flecked with blue and white.
She was quite small compared to Hailstorm, but she was still pretty big. "Um, hi?" I said shyly. Tsunami tossed her indigo mane and reared, her white wings beating the cold air.
"Do you know how to mount a pegasus?" Ron asked me, impatiently. "Um...," I started to say. "Oh, you probably don't. Tsunami, down," Ron commanded.
Tsunami knelt down low enough so that I could clamber on with ease.
"Let's go Hailstorm, Tsunami go!" Ron exclaimed. The pegasi kicked off into the air, flying with ease.
"Hey Tsunami, do you know any tricks?" I whispered into her ear. Tsunami snorted as if to say, "Are you kidding me?", and I started gaining speed. Tsunami flew higher than Hailstorm and soared upward, went upside down, and started to annoy Hailstorm, and especially Ron. Ron started muttering to himself.
"If my idiot brothers do anything right, we'll have the three of you safe at camp by nightfall." Three? I thought. "Ron, where are we going?" I asked.
"We're going to rendezvous with my idiot brothers, named Roland and Jack, at Half-Blood Hill," Ron replied, snorting.
"What's Half-Blood Hill?" I asked uncertainly. "That's Half-Blood Hill," Ron replied grimly.