Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson, his friends, the whole series, anything. These belong to the genius Rick Riordan.
AN: Hey guys, so this is my first adventure story, so tell me what you think! I will accept flames (for my marshmallows, of course), reviews, constructive criticism, etc.
I would also like to thank my . . . beta/mentor/friend, Iz for helping me out. Sooo . . . yeah, on with the story!
Okay, I know I don't have the best luck, but this is just ridiculous. I'm being chased by two- no wait, another one just came outta those trees, make that three- things that look like they'd love nothing more than to rip me into shreds that came outta nowhere on my way home. These things are like . . . bulldozer sized rottweiler/mastiff, bloodhound hyrbrids, and they are . . . well, for one thing, freaking me out. For another, making me wanna scream bloody murder.
Of course, me being- well, me- I just so happened to run into a tree and landed on my butt. Joy.
"Hey, over here! Come on!"
I started, and looked up to see a girl. . . . either I'm hallucinating, or there's a girl halfway through a tree. She had pale . . . green skin, with a sorta wispy amber hair, wearing a . . . what did they call it?
A toga. A green Greek toga. Or something along those lines.
"Gah! Whoa, how are you. . . um, you're like through a tr- never mind that, where can I go away from those th-"
I was tackled before I even finished my sentence. That girl went back . . . in the tree, or something. They caught up, and pounced on me. The breath got knocked outta me. I heard a vague cracking sound that was probably my ribs. And my arm. And- whoa, is my leg supposed to be bent that way? I thrashed around, but that probably made it worse. There was a metallic tang of blood in my mouth. I wanted to scream, to cry out, heck, even call for my mom, but I held my tongue. These things seem to want me to do that, would love their prey to cry out. I managed to get my breath back, but that also allowed a groan out too. I kicked the one on top of me on the back left leg, but it probably just made it angrier. That, and put about 200 extra pounds of fur on top of me. Which made me lose my breath again. I rolled it off before it could register that just happened.
I managed to run (or rather, limp) about- oh look at that, six feet, before I tripped. I'm about to be killed by demonic dogs, and I flippin tripped. Somebody out there must really hate me. But tripping, just sealed the deal for me. My vision was already fading, but the tripping just made me lose my breath (for the third flippin time) and my vision to go completely. For a minute anyway. I heard the faint sound of hissing, and somebody walking up to me.
"So, a lone half-blood? This will be much easier for me to bring to my sisters."
I felt something kinda . . . leathery force my chin up. The feeling of snakeskin. My eyes were still closed in pain, though, so I couldn't see who was doing this, or what else was happening. In the back of my mind, I was wondering what happened to those dogs, when I heard a growl and felt it's hot (and smelly) breath near my right ear.
"Why don't you open your eyes, young demigod? I bet they are beaut-"
She didn't finish her sentence. The thing that was holding my chin up was gone too, so I added a bleeding hole in my tongue to my (now growing) list of injuries. I didn't know why, but when my eyes were a little more focused, but still fuzzy, there was something like a pile of dust where she was. And those dogs too. Before I could try to get up, somebody else spoke.
"Think she's still conscious?"
It was a guy's voice, and afterwords, there was the sound of twanging metal, like . . . like, a sword was being put away.
"Shut up Nico, she's losing blood. And fast."
This time I barely processed that someone else spoke: this time, a girl. All I really COULD process, is the feeling of my own warm, sticky blood on my hand and I think a bone is poking through my skin. I felt myself being lifted, which made me moan in pain. My head was throbbing. My skin was tingly. I couldn't breathe properly, and I felt like my skin was tearing, thread by thread. I was losing consciousness. These complete and total strangers are taking me somewhere, I thought. And I couldn't do anything about it. Not in this condition. Then I was swallowed into the darkness.
M'kay, sorry it was sorta short, but I was planning for this as a prologue, but then it just got bigger soo . . . I'm not sure what it is now, really. But anyways, what'd you guys think, huh? Please lemme know your opinion!