The Tale Of Clear Sighted Chasadya
Chapter One
Chasadya's sad tale
I'm Chasadya.
It's my birthday tomorrow and I am currently in front of a satyr who seems to not know what to do with me. He says his name is Garth Maple. But that's not where my story starts…
Exactly five years ago today I was seven turning eight the next day. My father hated me but my mother loved me. Anyway I overheard my parents fighting, my mom was crying and my dad was yelling at her, "I can't! I've tried to put up with that child and I can't anymore!" Dad yelled.
Mother took in a shaky breath. "Then I'm leaving tomorrow with Chasadya."
"Charlotte I didn't-"
"No Hallan, I'm going you can't stop me." Mom cut dad off. "Now, I'm going to get Chasadya a present if you harm a hair on her head I'm calling the police."
"Charlotte!" Dad yelled.
"Goodbye Hallan!"
I ducked behind the nearest bookshelf as mother walked to the front door. Dad yelled and threw his wedding band on the floor. I scrambled off to my room and hid under my covers.
I later heard someone knock on the front door and deep voices. Soon after dad came stomping into my room with a shopping bag he started to yell at me. "This is all your fault!" Dad said waving the shopping bag rapidly. "Your mom is dead and it's your fault!" He shouted threw the bag on the floor and stomped out of the room.
I slowly picked up the bag and opened it, inside there was a small lacy heart shaped box on it was a note that read for Chasadya inside was a broach with a garnet in the middle.
I thought dad might kill me so I decided to run away.
I'd been running for hours and had seen a harpy.
"Monster!" I screamed.
A man holding a briefcase frowned at the bird.
"No girl that's just pigeon." He said.
Later I saw a cyclops lady.
"Monster!" I yelled.
A woman frowned at me.
"How rude!" She said.
I was getting tired and it was getting late. I almost collapsed from exhaustion when I heard someone. "Woah! You almost passed out! Are you ok?" She asked.
I snapped back into consciousness looking up expecting a monster instead I saw a girl about twelve with medium skin silky dark brown hair and hazel eyes.
"Your not a monster?" I said
"No" she laughed. "I'm not a monster. I'm Amina. Um where are your parents?"
"My mom died and my dad says it's my fault I… I ran away…" I said as a tear slipped down my cheek.
"Oh I'm so sorry… That's terrible… My mom died in a car accident a month ago…"
"Did your dad hate you too?" I asked.
"I don't know I never knew him… Tell you what, I'll protect you from monsters! We can be friends!... What's your name?" Amina said.
"Chasadya, and I think I'd like a friend!"
So then we were friends for a good two years. Some monsters would ask why Amina protected a pathetic mortal she defeated them much more thoroughly.
She even made me gloves with extendable celestial bronze knives so when I pressed my palm the knives came out like wolverine claws except not quite as long.
But then one morning she went outside the tent and I heard her scream when I ran outside it was to late I saw her sword on the ground and saw her being carried away by a harpy.
"AMINA!" I yelled. I could've sworn she called back but I couldn't make out what she said.
About a month later I heard Amina And mom calling me so I followed their voices and ended up face to face with an ugly cyclops he grinned revealing his stained yellow teeth and horrible breath.
"This is why ya don't go walkin' round property that ain't yours." The cyclops said. "Not demigod but any scream 'll do."
After that, I used Amina's sword and slashed through him.
A year after I saw this boy surrounded by hellhounds he was about eight and looked terrified. I ran to help him. The hellhounds seemed not to have an interest in me but when I slashed through one they seemed annoyed enough to give me a nasty gash in my arm I tried to ignore the pain as I slashed through the rest but when I turned to look at the boy he wasn't there. I still have a scar from that.
Two years later today I saved a satyr from a harpy who was dive bombing him.
"Uh, thanks…" He said.
"No problem! I hate harpies." I said and shook off the thought of Amina being carried away by a harpy.
"You don't smell like a demigod… You must be a clear sighted human… But where did you get the celestial bronze knives for your gloves?" He asked. "Oh, I'm Garth Maple by the way…"
"A friend made them for me." I said in a tone that was harsher than I intended.
"Oh, are they?"
"She was taken away by a harpy three years ago." I realized my voice was shaky.
"Are you ok? I can understand if you don't want to talk about it…"
"I'm fine." I lied. I still blamed myself for Amina's disappearance.
"Oh… Uh… Maybe I should take you to camp… I just hope Chiron will be ok with it…"