AN: This is my first fanfiction so please, only constructive criticism please!
Have you ever felt like you've lost enthusiasm for life? Like even though everything was finally going well for you, you've just lost that happy felling? That's how I felt after the Battle of New York. The camp was saved, Kronos was stopped, Percy and Annabeth were finally together, and I was finally getting respect at camp. Maybe it was because I was a son of Hades, destined to be a miserable loner my whole life. Maybe it was because I was just bored, with nothing to do around camp. Maybe it was because everyone was happier than I am. I didn't feel like we should be celebrating, with all the lives that had been lost. With all the lives I had felt being lost.
Whatever the reason, I found myself walking around camp at four in the freakin' morning. The Apollo kids weren't even up yet. Everything was cloaked in shades of purple. It was kind of… peaceful. A feeling I hadn't felt since before Bianca died.
I laid down near Thalia's pine tree, thinking about the war and all the sacrifices people had to make for it to end.
I was slowly drifting in Morpheus' realm when a roar pierced the air.
"Damn," I cursed, running down the hill with my Stygian iron sworn in hand.
The scene before me was typical, yet different at the same time. A person (I couldn't tell if it was a boy or a girl) stood at the bottom of the hill, fighting off three empousa and a hellhound by themselves. The usual half blood trying to make it to safety. But yet this half blood was anything but normal, I could tell just by looking at them from a distance. They seemed to be barely even breaking a sweat, enjoying themselves even. Never had there been a demigod who made it over that hill without at least one bruise or scratch, and most defiantly never by themselves. A light laugh came from the person. Airy, feminine.
So our mystery half blood is a girl. It seemed to me like my help wasn't going to be needed. In the time I made it down where she was, she had killed the empousa and was advancing of the hellhound now. With one swift jab to the monsters chest, she sent it back to the Underworld. With a victorious twirl, she started skipping up the hill. I quickly ran up after her, staying in the bushes, careful not to be seen. She crouched at Thalia's tree, and seemed to be paying respects to her. I hid behind a tree, watching her.
Now that I was closer to her, I could see she had gold hair that was shining even at this ungodsly hour. Her eyes were the color of a clear summers afternoon, crystal clear and full of life. She wore black skinny jeans, red converse, and a shirt that read, "Pugs not Drugs". When she stood up, I could see that see that she was short, barely five feet tall. She smiled a shining smile, and walked straight up to me, as if she knew I was there the whole time (which she probably did).
She looked at me and announced, with a confidence I would never have been able to pull of, "I come to warm your camp of a great enemy rising. "
Just a regular day at camp.
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