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~Chapter 1~

Olivia

The Beginning

Dismounting, I pat my Pegasus on the neck. A take a step forward and my Pegasus nudges my back. He nickers once, in warning. I stop walking. I scan the layout around me. Seeing nothing, I continue to walk forward, my Pegasus keeping a safe, yet close, distance behind me.

"Humph," I say loudly, smirking, "Not much of a fan of change, are you Mr. D? It's been three years since I first arrived and everything is the same."

All at once, I hear and see it happen. My Pegasus notices before me and speeds up till he's in front of me and spreads his wings, ever so slightly.

"Whoa. Whoa, boy." I place a hand on his haunches and he nickers back at me, "I know buddy. I see it. "

Master, we must be careful. At the very least, you must make it to the boundaries alive.

"No. Phantom, don't talk that way."

About 60 feet ahead, I see what looks like a female stand and draw a weapon. Next to her, another figure raises its head. I can tell immediately by Phantom's reaction, it's a dragon.

Master… I don't like these odds.

"It's going be okay Phantom. Remember, we've been training with the 12 major gods for three years now."

Yes, I remember. I just don't like the odds.

"Well, Mr. D. I stand corrected. Your defense obviously strengthened. But, for a reason." Phantom stamps the ground nervously. I take that as a sign to unsheathe my sword. In my eyes, it is perfection. Crafted in the forges of Hephaestus, it is composed of four different metals. Celestial bronze and imperial gold make up the main product. Though it has steel and silver swirled in a fancy pattern in the blade. The distant figure starts to walk towards me and I take a step forward. I look down to make sure I'm fully covered. My cowboy boots are black the silver and teal patterns ritually invisible. My skinny jeans are blacker than the Hudson at midnight. I notice the only imperfection in my façade is my shirt. The rhinestones illuminate my location in the moonlight. Ever so quickly, I pull on my Jason Aldean hoodie.

When the being is a mere 15 feet in front of me, I realize by their foot pattern, features, and weapon, that it's Annabeth Chase, my best friend at camp. She looks to be around 16 now. I smirk when she stops.

"Who are you?"

"Well, old friend. I must say I'm hurt by your words. I was expecting a little more enthusiasm from you."

"HOLY ZEUS! Olivia? Is that you?"

"Is I ever will be."

"Is that baby Phantom?"

Who are you calling a baby?

"She can't hear you, Phantom. Not like me."

I sheathe my sword and proceed to walk to the fence. "Is Chiron awake? I would love to speak with him."

"We all would love to speak with you. But, yes he's awake. I know he's itching to speak with you again."

It seems you are quite popular today, Master. First with the dead and now with the immortal.

I laugh at his remark and silently promise him a nice stall and lots of hay and oats.

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~*~*October*~*~