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This is my first "Percy Jackson" story. I was gonna publish one awhile back but decided not too. So this is technically my "first" published one. You probably read this same line every story but: Please review! I'd really appreciate you feedback!
Anyway this is about another camp, similar to camp half blood, over a misunderstanding both camps get a misinterpretation of one another. And then start battling each other, lives are lost and it seems as if nothing could be gained.
Yeah,I know, suck-y summary. But you'll get it if you read it. This is the prologue (obviously) it may be confusing but everything'll even out in the next chapter.
Again thank you for reading!
-SS

Prologue: "Overture"

The beads of sweat slicked across her forehead. It had a dull shine to it. As her sweat dampened her hair. It was telling her a message, her whole body was. Upon the layers and layers of muscle and skin, it was telling her something. She needed to stop. To stop running. Adreniline had kicked in a long time ago, and the extra energy had long since worn off. She needed to stop. Before her body took charge of itself and made her stop. A possibility that could prove fatal to her in her current situation.

But, she didn't stop.

No...no...she couldn't, she simply couldn't, she had to get away from them. She had too, just had too! She needed to reach their home base before they did. So much was at stake….so…much. The more she thought of it, the faster and harder she ran. She ignored the pain in her sides, in her head, her feet, everywhere! She ignored the stabs and bruises that these people had inflicted upon her. She tried to block out the physical pain that was inflicted upon her. But it was hard...almost too hard. She felt as if she were about to collapse, the peace and comfort and possible slumber on the ground, sounded far too comforting. If only she could just rest for awhile...just a bit.

But, she didn't stop.
No, she couldn't, it could be fatal to her.

The red headed girl saw it on the horizon in the distance. A hill. She increased her speed. A strong feeling took over her. A want, a need, a new found motvation. She was almost there. When she arrived she could take back what was rightfully hers. Everything that could be her's again. Her pride, her life. But most importantly her sister...her little sister. Her currently kidnapped little sister. I'm coming to get you Jenna! The red headed teenager thought.

This was her only chance to win it all and so much more back. It could be alright again. Everything could be her own. She could make things right, because she had screwed them up so horribly...

It soon reached her ears The loud yet soft; thump….thump…thump... of footsteps. They started faintly at first but were quickly growing louder in her ear. It appeared again and again, until they were nearly upon her.

Her own steps then increased. But soon enough they left the ground. She she fell through the air when the flahbacks started.

There was screaming, and yelling. And pain, lots of it. She was begging him to stop. She didn't know what she was doing, it wasn't her fault! Yet she was being punished, she always was. It was her only purpose in life, to be their human stress ball. Someone to take on the pain for them...but she deserved it...it was all her fault, she did everything wrong. What a stupid girl she was! A silly insolent girl, for actually thinking she could do something. No, she shouldn't of even tried it. And now it was her fault. This pain was her punishment.
And, deep down somewhere in her heart she knows she deserves it.

The flashback stops, and yet she is still falling. Closer and closer to the ground. And yet her mind daringly wanders, into the nooks and crannies of her mind, that she dare yet keep secret. Things that she wish she could just forget, the past that she wished at this point in her life, she could simply erase yet. But, of course that twas truly just simply impossible. Just like how many other things were for her in life. Simply impossible, just unattainable.

She would not let this mission fail. She would not let it become an impossible unattainable obstacle. That she wouldn't be able to climb over.

It was then that the flashback with a mind of it's own decided to start itself, playing over and over in her head. Like an old broken and unused record.

It is later, she hasn't felt the pain for a long time now. But now here is the pian again. But the pain is not physical. No….it is something else entirely. It is anger, heartbreak, rage. They took her…..her sister….those…..ignorant….people…..they, took her! She feels herself shaking. But why? What's happening to her. What is this feeling? A feeling of rage, hurt and doom? No...it merely takes her back to the old days. The years of pain, and when she believed that she had no purpose in life. other than to take up space.

Someone is saying her name gently. She feels a tenative and quick hand on her shoulder, and then strong arms around her. A friend, trying to help pulling her close. Offering her soothing consolation, a place for her tears to be. A simple kind touch.

A touch...

It reminds her of the old days back then. When a touch was pain. And pain was hate. And hate, was the belief that you were a worthless piece of trash crinkled up on the side of the road, being stepped on and ran over one too many times. She was that piece of rubble. She always had been.

She rejects the touch, the consolation, she gives into the resistence of comfort. And instead falls into the comfort of reject: she thrusts her hands out and pushes the friend away. Because if she let them stay, she knew they just might end up hurting her...hurting her again and again. She knocks the hands away, and thrashes out. Running, running toward the trees.

Because she doesn't care where she is going. Anywhere is better than here. Anywhere where the nightmare will stop, will she can just wake up, and take a breath...and just breathe.

She wants to wake up in a world where she can trust again.

And all too soon the flashbacks stop. And she is left panting. Panting with fear and rage. She feels the hot tears make themselves part through the dirt, blood, and grime caked on her face. And soon enough the ground has learned to fly. And it rushes itself up to meet her. And she lands. Before she can even evaluate the pain, or think, or maybe even blink. They are upon her. A sword at her neck. Threatening her own death if she moves. Not that she can anyway. They bind her and carry her away. And she gives into the blackness of melting away, melting away into nothing, melting away into defeat, melting away into what literally is unconsciousness.

And then and there, she just gives up.