A/N: Gawds, I swore I wouldn't write anything with OCs, but here I am… being a hypocrite. Alas, I don't own Percy Jackson and the Olympians, but I wish I did. (Who doesn't?)
When I was twelve, I read a book by Rick Riordan called The Lightning Thief. The book tells a great story, but it wasn't true.
At least, that's what they want you to think. "They" being the Titans. If more half-bloods realize their heritage, then there's more opposition during the war. I'm not saying a bunch of people should start believing they're a half-blood, because most of you probably aren't. And even if you are, try not to think about it.
Like Percy said, that just makes you another target.
But if you're already being confronted by monsters, then please come to Camp Half-Blood. We need you now more than ever.
My godly heritage was revealed to me when I was thirteen. Yeah, I was a pretty late bloomer, but I guess that's kind of a good thing. I mean, that's a few years of not running from monsters. I digress.
My "dad" had left soon after my mom had an affair with Apollo, my real dad. And just like every other half-blood, I was dyslexic and ADHD. I was musically gifted, though; music was just about the only language I could read clearly.
Schools had always been an issue, as it always has been for other half-bloods. I'd skipped around a lot of private academies as a kid, and just when my mom had resorted to public school, I became a half-blood officially. Thank the gods.
I remember the day I left for Camp Half-Blood clearly. I left from my house in the New York suburbs in the early morning with my satyr, Lia. It wasn't too long of a drive out, so we didn't prepare for monsters well.
Our mistake.
Half-Blood Hill was in sight when we were attacked. First our tires simultaneously blew out, so we had to get out. We were just about to cross the border when I was knocked to the ground. My breath left my lungs like there was a fire in there, and I felt something warm and sticky on the back of my head.
"Erin!" Lia shouted, doubling back and skittering down the steep hill on her hooves.
"No, Lia! Stay back, I've got this under control!" I yelled back, pushing myself to my feet only to be knocked down again by a rough, clawed… appendage.
In truth, I didn't have anything remotely under control. My dad, Apollo, was the god of the sun, so my powers were pretty much useless until the sun came up in ten minutes. I could've be a corpse for nine minutes if I hadn't thought fast. And had a little help.
I struggled out from under the creature's mighty paw and gasped. It was a chimera! I thought Percy slew it in The Lightning Thief! It had come back faster than it should've, which was NOT a good sign.
I didn't have a weapon of my own then, so I resorted running until it tired out. Apollo's kids are well known for their endurance and speed, so I had the upper hand. I ran in different directions, but the chimera read my moves like a book. Thanks to my ADHD, I could also see Lia shaking uncontrollably. Too afraid to leave me and go to camp for help.
The chimera was beginning to catch on to my plan by now and was cutting me off. I had no choice but to turn and run in a different direction. The sun had become a faint sliver on the horizon by then, and I felt more power surging into my legs. With a sudden burst of energy, I leapt onto the chimera's back and grabbed its snake tail, strangling it. The chimera roared and bucked like a bull from Hades, but I just pulled its mane and prayed that I would stay on.
An arrow whizzed dangerously close to my leg and buried itself in the chimera. I looked up to see a dozen girls around my age running down Half-Blood Hill lead by a centaur.
Lia bleated happily, and I held on for dear life. The centaur, whom I guessed was Chiron, from what Lia told me, galloped up beside the chimera.
"Get on my back!" he shouted. I let go of the snake's neck.
That was another mistake.
The snake-tail thing bit me on the back on the neck just as I was leaping off the chimera's back. My vision began to fade almost instantly.
I had enough wits about me to cling to Chiron, but my strength was fading fast. My grip just got looser and looser with each of Chiron's strides. The last sensations I felt before blacking out were hitting the ground and five-hundred pounds of mean leaping after me.
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