Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own anything of the PJO series, all credit goes to the wonderful Rick Riordan. The cover image was drawn by Thatu on Deviantart.
KATIE
"Come on, Mitchell! Hurry up or we'll get eaten!" I bellowed back to my friend over the howling wind and pounding rain. The camp was so close, the old satyr had told me it was just by the huge pine tree...
"But my hair! It's gonna get all wet and disgusting!" hollered Mitchell, covering his head with his hands. Really, how he could think of his hair at a time like this? I looked back to shoot him one of my deadliest looks when I saw the hell hound going after us bound out from behind a cluster of shrubs. Mitchell let out a high pitched shriek and ran so fast, he finally caught up to me.
"Took you long enough," I spat at him, but I couldn't help grinning. Mitchell was my best friend because:
A. He's really supportive
B. We're both demigods
C. We're currently being chased by a bloodthirsty hell hound
He flashed me his pearly whites visible in the light of the dawn in response and grabbed my hand. We charged up the hill in unison and finally reached the peak with the tree. Thankfully, the hell hound was getting tired and was beginning to slow down. We shot past the pine tree and I felt a little jolt as if we had passed some sort of invisible border.
Mitchell had never been the athletic type, so he had immediately collapsed, panting. I, however, didn't stop fast enough. A tall guy had leaped out of a wooden house with a huge porch and I ran right into him with a force enough to knock both of us to the ground. The guy had a brown curly mop of hair that covered most of his hazel eyes. He looked around my age, fifteen, and was seriously tan. He got up, brushed some dirt off of his bright orange shirt and held out his hand to help me up.
"Sup, I'm Travis. And you are..?"