I'd never felt colder in all of my life. The wind was rushing past so fast I could have sworn we broke the sound barrier, except there was nothing. Only darkness and the cold.
All of the sudden the rushing stopped. Los Angeles was gone, and I was in a valley of some sorts, ringed with hills. Down in the glade I could see a strawberry field and a lot of buildings, but immediately my attention was caught by all of the people around me. And they were armed.
My survival instincts kicked in; I pulled away from the black haired kids grip and drew my sword. I was outnumbered a hundred to one, but I planned to go down swinging.
"Where am I!"
I held my sword steady and tried to listen for an attack at my back; the other kids were looking at me, most of them with looks akin to pity. Maybe they were prisoners here? Still, I kept my sword up. Until I got some answers, I wasn't relaxing my guard for anything.
The black haired kid called Nico tried to approach me. I leveled my blade at him. If I was going to take anyone down, he was top of my list.
"calm down-"
"DON'T TELL ME TO CALM DOWN!" I shrieked. The other campers were starting to look annoyed now. Why I have no clue, I was the one who had been tricked and kidnapped. "Where am I, Nico?"
He looked at me cautiously, raising his hands slowly to his sword. I tensed, readying myself for his attack, but he drew it slowly, and placed it on the ground before getting up, hands still in the air. I didn't relax. The other campers threw their weapons down as well. Arms still raised, Nico spoke slowly.
"You're safe. Welcome to Camp Half Blood."