Prologue
Do you believe in monsters? Not the kind that "live under your bed" or "in your closet". The kind you read about in fantasy, or mythology, with talons, and fangs, and many other scary features. If you understand at all what I'm talking about, then you have a very slight idea of my life.
"ANNABETH!" two very angry voices screamed. Now for the worst monsters in my life, my parents.
My step mom came running out from the kitchen with Kevin in her arms, my dad beside her holding Kyle, while examining a fang in his other hand. I closed my eyes tightly and sighed.
"Can I help you?" I asked opening my eyes
"No, but you can explain this!" my dad said putting the fang in my face
"Well…I-" My step mom cut me off
"We leave you alone for 10 minutes picking up formula for the boys, and we come home to this!" she said pointing at the kitchen
"Why were you in the kitchen, anyways?" my dad asked, "WE told you to NOT go in the kitchen!"
"I can explain!" I replied coldly "You see I was dehydrated and I needed some water, like you told me to get when I get thirsty. While I was pouring the water out for myself a monster flew through the window with big fangs and wings and started screeching "child of the prophecy you must not live!" So I listened to my senses and hit it with the hammer, the fang feel out after I hit it!" I cried
"Probably just your imagination." My step mom gulped down, as if she knew something I didn't.
"Then explain the fang to me!" I forced
"We need to tell her" My step mom tried to mutter under her breath to my father
"When the time comes, we will know." My dad said casually
"TELL ME WHAT!" I screamed
"Watch your tone young lady, you're the one who is putting this family in danger!" my dad yelled. He threw the fang across the floor and yelled "To your room NOW! You are grounded!" he pointed upstairs to where my bedroom is.
I ran up the stairs until I reached my room and stared at the familiar white walls of it. I sat at the edge of my bed just thinking, and this was a normal day! Oh yes I have not formally introduced myself yet. I'm Annabeth Chase, I'm 5 years old, have long blonde wavy hair and gray eyes, and most importantly I will be running away!
I said it I'm running away! I opened my door and tiptoed down the stairs. Everyone was asleep, so this was perfect timing. I grabbed the hammer that was on the table and a wallet sized picture of the family (just in case) and with that I marched out the front door.