I woke up to a soft hand on my shoulder. Gently urging me to wake up, but that of coarse would be in vain, because the real challenge would be getting me to leave my bead. Then of coarse it hit me who in the world would be in my cabin, trying to wake me up? I rolled over to see a gorgeous boy, with golden blonde hair, that stood out against his black clothing. He nudged my shoulder again softly.
"We need to go, Now!" the pretty blond boy sounded worried which didn't seem to meet his cool demeanor at all. This time he grabbed my arm and slung me over his shoulder with surprising strength.
"What are you doing! Who are you! Let go of me!" I screamed while trying to kick my way out of his grasp. He did not seem to notice my screams or my kicking but simply tightened his grip on my waist and ran out of my cabin.
I screamed louder trying to wake up some of the other campers, but no one herd my screams, even the boy didn't seem to notice, or care for that matter. We were just passing the huge pine tree that stood on the edge of the camp and the woods beyond. I dove out as far as I could to reach one of the branches, and held on for dear life. I almost immediately spilled out of my kidnappers hands and landed on by butt.
"What the he-" he started as I got up. But when I was up I was already sprinting. I was the fastest girl on my cross-country team, and my track-team. I would blow away from him faster than-. He was a lot faster than he looked, he tacked me and pinned me in not even five seconds, and as soon as he did, my small little cabin collapsed, as if being smashed by a huge fist.
The boy looked down at me. No, to call him a boy was an extreme under statement. His face was almost perfectly symmetrical, except for the cocky up-turn on the right of his lips, that would make most girls' hearts melt on the spot. His steady gray eyes stared at me with a mixture between aggravation and amusement. It was obvious by the way he carried himself that he got what he wanted very often.
"Jayden, let her up. It's done, they think she is dead." A voice called from in the woods. At that moment a large, and very built girl revealed herself. She sounded gruff, and her unkempt, and mangy copper-rust colored hair blew wildly be hind her. She was dressed similar to the guy who must have been Jayden, except for a lot more red clothing, and a tattoo on her hand of a spear and winged shoes.
Jayden stood and offered me his hand, totally poker faced. I refused a stood on my own. I hadn't realized how tall he was until I stood up, and barley made it to his nose. The girl walked over and extended her hand to shake her own.
"The name is Belasaria, and this dunce is Jayden." She said as she shook my hand. I must have slightly smiled because Jayden bit his lip.
"Well now that we are all introduced, can we continue? Remember, quest, bring her back to camp?" He spoke in long drawn out words, as if speaking to a toddler. Belasaria looked as if she was going to throttle him. Though I was still confused, and partially pissed.
"What camp are you talking about?" I demanded. He gave her a crooked smile.
"Why, Camp Half-Blood of course."