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It all started when my mum died.
You know the voices.
Or one voice actually.
It was a male voice that urged me to go on, to move quickly and not slow down, He uttered directions and I considered dropping myself off at the loony bin instead of going to wherever the voice was leading me.
But the voice kept repeating the same thing over and over again; Long Island sound.
It sounded more like a command than a suggestion, so I went.
It was either going to be the best or worst mistake of my life.
Words continued to form:
Long Island Sound
Camp Half-Blood
Demigod
Daughter of
Half-Blood hill
Thalia's tree
Athena
Zeus
Poseidon
Hecate
Hades
Ares
And soon it became nothing but jumbled words and gibberish that I couldn't understand no matter how hard I concentrated. Whenever I ran into trouble words would be whispered telling me what to do.
Most of the time I ran.
Soon these whispers became words of encouragement.
You're almost there.
Almost there, almost there, just over the hill now.
I sprinted as hard and fast as I could. But a deep bellow stopped me in my tracks. I turned around and couldn't see anything. I looked. I squinted and saw nothing. I couldn't see it, only hear. A tree snapped and I jumped.
Minotaur, Half man, half bull
I screamed, praying someone would hear me. The Minotaur came into view. And I had to say, it was ugly. And I realised that in my frazzled state I had to keep it busy, buy myself some time until I figured out what to do.
Good, distract it.
For once the voice had something decent to say.
"Hey ugly, how're you doing?" I yelled.
It grunted in response and reared back starting to charge. "I wouldn't do that if I were you" I said.
He seemed momentarily confused.
Remember what happened last time?
"Remember what happened last time, brute?" I taunted.
This seemed to make him angrier, and more saliva streamed out of its mouth and it bellowed again. And I think I almost peed my pants a little bit. Thanks I said to my head companion. I screamed and prayed that someone heard, but I doubted it because I hauled ass across the city into a deserted area full of fields and stupid animals. It reared back and charged.
Dodge.
I failed.
The bull charged into me and I flew backward and landed on my back with a thud. The Minotaur whirled around and I knew then that I was going to die. I looked up at the stars above and I thanked the voice in my head for getting me this far even though most of the time his words were absolutely useless. And I thanked my mum for being the best mum she could be and I cursed my absent father and I cursed Jemima Thompson from school because she was the most horrible human being on the planet.
Shake the Earth.
Something came over me.
I slammed my fist into the ground.
The world tilted.
Then it went black.