Hey guys, I'm new! I've got some really great support from one of my good friends who introduced me to this cite. This story is new, because my friend (AlaskaChic Storywriter) hasn't one yet. But, she probably hasn't read through it at all, really. Anyway, I have to do the disclaimer, I think.
Disclaimer - We'll have to call Mr. D if you think I own Camp Half-Blood.
My name is Marina, and I love the water. I know, its ironic. I get made fun of all the time. I love black and blue. They're the perfect combination. Dark and gothic with blue and oceany (is oceany a word?). Anyway, I'm seventeen years old, and live with my little cousin, Anna. We have a secret. We're on the run. From monsters. I know it sounds crazy, but I can control water. Ever since I turned eleven, the attacks have been getting worse. One of the only reasons we're still alive is Anna's gift with hunting and craftsmanship. She just is ten, almost eleven. When she turns eleven next month, I think the attacks will get worse. This is our story. It all starts with the rain.
We had just made it to our closest safe house, filled with weapons, stolen money, food, tools, and a couple of stuffed animals and books. I picked up Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Lightning Thief. I thought about how I read this book at eight. I remembered how it said stop reading if you felt something. I wish I had listened. That night the monsters attacked my family. They didn't survive,