A/N: Here we go, my first fanfic! Hope y'all like it :D
Disclaimer: I don't own PJO or Twilight, they belong to Rick Riordan and Stephanie Meyer respectively.
Now, as a demigod, the safest place on earth is Camp half Blood. However, we can't always stay at camp. For one, there's the age old problems of school and family luring us back into the real world. Therefore, we train.
And, as part of our training, we get real good at running.
Like, really good.
So, naturally, when I wasn't in camp and I was being chased by your average, run of the mill hellhound, I ran.
Hey don't judge. I didn't want any mortals getting hurt- they always get hurt.
I was somewhere in Washington State as I was one of the rare few demigods who actually lived on the West side of the continental US. I was attempting- operative word being attempting- to get home to Seattle, but the hellhound was making the menial task a heck of a lot more difficult than it should be. I ducked and dived between leaves and trees; small branches gave me stinging cuts as I barreled my way through the woods.
I was doing pretty well, if I do say so myself.
It's a shame I didn't see the rock.
I tripped and fell, the pitiful lead I had gained was lost as the monster loomed over me, its rancid breath rolling forth in waves, making me suppress a gag. Its ruby eyes were not those of Mrs O' Leary- the only trained hellhound in existence, camp pet and Savior of Olympus among her titles. The bow and quiver that were strung on my back were useless at short range.
Darn. Archery was my only real talent. Well, archery coupled with poetry, healing, karaoke and the lyre.
The monster growled, re-encapsulating my attention. I unsheathed the celestial bronze dagger that always lay around my hip and swiped and slashed. The hellhound yelped in pain but didn't explode into dust.
It was then I saw them.
A pack of horse sized wolves gathered in a uniform circle, surrounding me and Houndy.
Well bugger. If the hellhound didn't kill me, at least I can be rest assured in the knowledge that I will make a tasty tea for 12 famished wolves. I think one wolf was salivating at the thought of my flesh. Great.
The monster looked up from me to assess the newcomers. Big mistake. Rule number one- never get distracted and NEVER turn your back on the enemy. I pierced its furry chest and it dissolved into gold (which really wasn't apt or fair, it should have turned into black or red dust, I mean, come on, GOLD? That's an outrage against my father).
The wolves still had me cornered. My ADHD brain whirred as it tried to figure out an escape plan. I couldn't see anything but trees to help me.
Trees.
I ran forward, scattering the wolves in my path and used a particularly slanted tree as a springboard to launch myself into the air to leap over the other wolves. My hands stretched out to grip a low branch, but my body was whipped back by an arm. A human arm.
I lost my footing and for a second time, I fell to the ground, this time on my butt. Curse that mortal to Tartarus, the plan would've worked.
The mortal surveyed me. His skin was copper, his hair a natural jet black that I knew Thalia would be jealous of. He motioned with his hands and the wolves retreated. How did he command those animals? Were they his pets? Two boys emerged from the thicket, their appearances similar to Mortal #1. Funny thing is though, not one of them seemed to know the definition of a shirt nor did they seem capable of possessing one.
"It's dangerous to be in the woods," Mortal #1 said. I suppressed an eye roll. For mortals maybe, for me? I'm pretty safe actually.
"I was just taking a shortcut, getting home and all."
I began to walk away, but my ankle collapsed. This is what I get for falling over twice and trying to escape. Mortals #2 and #3 grabbed either side of me and hoisted me up.
"To yours?" Mortal #3 asked of #1. #1 nodded, his eyes still wary.
Great. Seems like I'm going to the house of some suspicious stranger.
My Mom is going to screw at me.
A/N: Okay, that was a really short chapter, but it's just an intro. Next chappie, there'll be more on Ellie and her godly side. Cookies to anyone who can guess who Mortals #1, #2 and #3 are and who Ellie's Dad is.
