Whassup people? You may have read my old story "From the Hearth", which I've deleted. But I promise I won't delete this story, no matter how long I take to upload. Read and enjoy this story!
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Prologue: On the Hill
It was a dark and stormy night.
"Why do I have to be border patrol tonight?" grumbled Elise Mitchells. She was angrily kicking up stones and grass on the hill. Her bow lay at the feet of the hill, forgotten.
Elise glared at what seemed to be the air, but was actually the borders of the camp. "Everybody knows you keep the monsters out, so why is there border patrol at all? It's not like anything is going to come." As if on cue, a small sniffling noise, like a sound a baby would make.
Elise froze. She quickly got her bow and was prepared to shoot whatever was there. She didn't hear anything else, so she decided it's must be the wind. But she got an odd feeling inside of her, like a sense of danger.
As she continued her rant of self pity, she heard much louder sound that can't possibly be the wind. It was the sound of wailing, like the sound her little sister, Kate, made when she had to eat vegetables and not candy. Elise crept slowly to the source of the sound, which is a bush on the side of the hill. What she saw nearly made her drop her bow.
A baby, barely a year old, was wrapped in a blanket. From what Elise could tell in the dark, it was a girl. She had curly brown hair, sharp green eyes that seemed incredibly bright, and a chubby face. The baby made Elise a bit drawn towards it, like a magnet attracting paper clips.
Elise was surprised and angry at the same time. "Who would leave such a cute baby like you in a storm?" she cooed to the baby. She was about to take her to the Big House and ask Chiron what to do when she suddenly stopped. Wait a minute, Elise thought. How do I know if this baby is a half-blood? There was only one way to find out.
She carefully took out her celestial bronze knife. Looking around guiltily and promising herself she'd never do this again, she gently poked the baby's skin with it. It didn't go through. That settles it.
In the morning, the whole camp was shocked to find out about her. When somebody asked the name of the baby, Chiron carefully look through the baby's blanket to see if there is one. Right on the inside of the blanket was a card taped in, and on the card was a name hastily scribbled. It read,
Demelza Fox.
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