A/N Okay guys, bear with me. I am going to redo the first chapter so that Blake doesn't come alone. You'll see in a bit.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything but the characters I created.
Cold. Freezing cold. Wet. Sopping wet. That's what Blake and Callie felt as they staggered up the hill towards the strawberry farm. They were both tired and hungry. Anger boiled in their blood.
"How is a freaking strawberry farm going to help?" Blake asked Callie as his patience was growing thin.
"Oh shut up, you'll see." Callie said as her tolerance level lowered towards the twelve year old. Blake had been pleasant for most of the trip, but after what happened with the dracaena both of them were snapping at each other. "We should be good now. Camp is right over the hill and there are no monsters in sight."
"In sight," A voice in front of them said with sarcasm dripping over the word 'sight'.
Blake looked around fervently at those words. Little did he know that a group of venti were surrounding them and poised for attack. "Who are you?" He asked his voice betraying him as it quivered in fear.
"We are the wind. No one can see us, but we are there. The oceans roar in anger at us. Even the mighty oak bows before us. You would be wise to do the same." The leader of the venti, Marcus, said with a laugh. A chorus of laughter sounded in reply behind Marcus.
"Venti…" Callie muttered followed by a string of curses in Greek. "Why can't you guys just leave us alone? Have we ever done anything to you?" Callie shouted tauntingly at them. Next thing she knew she was thrown like a ragdoll towards a tree. She hit the tree headfirst and slipped unconscious.
Blake could feel rage swelling up inside of him. "Who do you think you are?" Blake exclaimed without thinking, but then quickly wished he had kept his mouth shut. He suffered the same fate as Callie, although not as severe. He was thrown in the opposite direction. When he hit the tree he could feel his lungs compressing. It took all of his strength just to continue breathing. His dirty blonde hair was plastered to his forehead from the rain and sweat.
Blake just laid there up against the tree for several minutes with laughter echoing all around him. Finally, several minutes later the pain in his chest started to subside. Thunder reverberated loudly across the sky with lightning accompanying it. He shakily stood up and reached for his sword to find that it still hadn't reappeared yet. You see, Blake had been given a special sword. Ordinarily it looked like a key, but if flipped over (luckily it can't be set off in confined spaces so no maiming yourself) it turns into a lethal weapon. Blake doesn't have to worry about losing it, because it reappears in his pocket every time. But, there is a delay. And that delay could cost Blake's life.
Blake swore and reached his hand back hoping he hadn't broken his bow. Thank the gods, he hadn't. He then reached into his quiver for an arrow. He swore every profane word he could think of. The quiver was empty.
"Good luck, you'll need it." Marcus said with another fit of laughter.
So much anger coursed through the tweens body it was inhuman. Blake felt a strange tugging sensation running through his body. He looked around to discover that his body was encased in lightning. He looked down to discover his body was suspended in the air. Blake could hear the energy humming as it weaved back and forth dancing across the air surrounding Blake. Blake's mouth hung ajar in shock and surprise. The shock was quickly overtaken by sheer enjoyment. He actually almost forgot about Marcus and the venti. That is until Marcus appeared.
The fear that washed over Marcus when he saw the lightning made him become visible. The fear worsened when he saw the laughter on Blake's face. He had become mad with the power.
Blake didn't know what exactly he was doing, but he pointed at Marcus. Joy was etched across his face. To Blake, and Marcus's, surprise the lightning that was surrounding Blake surged through his pointed finger. The lightning slammed into Marcus like a ton of bricks. He dissipated on contact. Blake laughed again like a madman. All around him scared venti were appearing. As soon as he saw them they were attacked by the lightning.
After he was satisfied with the amount of venti he had killed he figured he was good. He had either killed them all, or the rest had left in fear. His righteous anger slowly dissipated, and with it left the lightning. He eventually just jumped down back to the ground. His knees buckled a bit at first, but eventually he got his land legs back. When he did, he immediately ran over to the unconscious Callie.
She was still out cold. He carefully picked her up bridal style and staggered towards the gate that led into the supposed camp. When they got to the gate, Blake was surprised to see there were two people standing there. I say people lightly. One was half man half horse. The centaur had a grim look on his face.