Chapter 1.
Disclaimer: I only own the OC's, unless I say so. PJO is not my property. I'm only writing this once, and only once. Also thanks to HAYDENpfan for checking my story.
I continued running, my shoes slapping the pavement on the ground. It was getting closer. My bag was slowing me down, so I dropped it and continued off sprinting, trying to get away from that thing. I looked over my shoulder to see the beast coming closer with every step. The beast looked like a large black dog, teeth bared. I continued running on the streets, trying to run away from it. I felt something on the ground, and I fell, my elbows scraping the ground. My black curled hair a mess, my blue eyes frantic. It was only a matter of time before the monster caught up with me.
I started to get up and run, ignoring the throbbing pain. A few seconds later, something pounced on me. I landed hard on the ground. I only knew one thing, my life, as I know it, is over. I, George Iapetus, will die. I tried to get up, but I had no more strength, and it was crushing me under its weight. I braced myself for the blow that would end my life. For the next few seconds felt like an eternity. I lay on the hard pavement, awaiting the inevitable death, but it never came. Dare I turn around? I thought. Slowly, I turned my head around to see a guy grinning over me, holding a bronze sword in his left hand. Then I noticed the monster was nowhere in sight.
"Who are you and what are you?" I asked in fear. If he could take out the monster, that's scary enough, plus the guy did have a huge sword, which didn't really help the situation.
The person sheathed the sword in a hidden scabbard, and offered me a hand.
"Better come with me, more of them could be nearby," he said looking around, "The name's Mark, son of Alexiaries, greek god of youth and sports"
Take my chances with monsters, or a crazed guy who saved my life, but has mental issues thinking that the Greek gods are real? I picked going with the crazed guy. I mean, it couldn't be worse right?
"Okay... you know that Greek gods are just a myth, they don't exist right?" I told him, trying to knock some sense into him.
"You're wrong there my golden friend, the Greek gods are real, all those myths are real," Mark replied with a face that said that I'm so wrong, "That thing I just killed was a hellhound."
"Have you taken your medicine?" I asked, getting freaked out. I didn't want to travel with some kid with mental disabilities. Forgetting the dust that he mentioned
"You have ADHD and dyslexia, kicked out of several schools, I presume," Mark mused.
"Are you some sort of stalker?" I told him with a twinge of fear in my voice. I started to back away slowly from him.
He merely laughed and stopped me from going into a full blown sprint away from him by grabbing my arm.
"Listen, I'm just trying to get you to safety, it's not safe for us to be here. Come with me to a place where these monsters out here won't hurt you, and you will be safe. This I swear on the river Styx," He promised.
"Alright whatever you say, as long as those monsters won't come again, I'll come with you, but what about my mother?" I replied.
"She'll understand," Mark merely replied before walking off, motioning me to follow.
"Uh, yea..." I muttered under my breath, I really didn't think so.
I followed him, uneasily about what's going to happen. What's with the swearing on the river Styx, or what is it? I should've paid better attention when we were learning about Greek mythology. I hope we didn't have to learn about it when we got there.
After an hour so of walking, and trying to avoid monsters, we reached the foot of a hill.
"Ah! We're nearly there!" Mark exclaimed with a smile on his face, still looking as energetic as before.
"Finally!" I panted. I didn't know it was that far away. I think I should've asked how far away it was first. How is he not tired about that? I thought.
We both went over the hill, but I stopped at a tree that overlooked the hill. Beside it was a purple dragon. I froze right then, a hellhound scared me already, but a dragon? He said it was going to be safe. Dragons are not safe as far as I can remember.
"Hi Peleus," Mark said, scratching him under the chin.
"You said it would be safe!" I hissed at him.
"You will be, Peleus here guards the Golden Fleece," Mark replied, pointing to a golden fleece hanging on the tree's branches.
I stopped staring at the dragon, and looked at what was beyond it. I was amazed. A bunch of cabins was what caught my attention. Some were fully built, and others in the middle of construction. Each of the cabins looked completely different, styled in a different way then another.
"Welcome to camp half-blood!" Mark told me.
I heard galloping sounds closing in. I whipped my head over to where it was coming from. A person with his lower half the body and legs of a white stallion stood in front of me. What were they called again? I think it was satyr, or was it centaur? His eyes deep, and they seemed to be looking me over.
"Hello and welcome," The centaur, or was it satyr, said.
"Uhhh... You're an umm... Satyr?" I asked dumbfounded at the half-horse person.
I felt something hit the back of my head, I picked it up. It was an apple. I looked who threw it. A person with goat hind legs was glaring at me.
"What was that for, uh..," I called out trying to remember," Oh yeah, centaur!"
More apples were pelted at me, and they hurt!
"Hey! That hurt!" I complained trying to swat away the apples with little success.
When I looked over at Mark, he was rolling around on the ground laughing. The half-horse, half human person stood there smiling, like it was an inside joke.
"What!" I asked Mark as apples pelted my back, causing me to try and move away from them, but they still hurt.
"Those are satyrs! Chiron here is a centaur!" Mark explained in between breaths as he laughed.
That explained a lot, I thought. I turned around and yelled, "Sorry about that satyrs!"
The apple throwing stopped. I sighed in relief. Then I remembered Chiron.
I turned to face him, then said embarrassedly," Sorry for calling you a satyr Chiron. You are a centaur, not a satyr. Those two are not to be mixed up," I added, reminding myself.
Chiron merely smiled and steered me over to a sky blue four-story building, with white trim. Wow, big place I thought. Just then there was a flash. Everyone was looking at what was on my head. I looked up, and saw the holographic symbol over my head.
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