Hey so I don't own any of the characters except Althea and Cal. Any other character mentioned belongs to Rick or J.K. Thank you for reading! And sorry about the whole thing with the codes and stuff. Typed it on my phone, but it should be fixed now.
The sound of hooves charging after something grew increasingly louder. Screams echoed as people dashed out of the London streets into buildings. Buildings cracked as metal bulls turned the corner, chasing after something. Two somethings.
Probably guessed it by now, but if you haven't let me fill you in. The name's Althea, don't have a last name. I'm the one in the brown T-shirt, cotton jacket, and basketball shorts. I have blonde hair, the orphanage says that in the sunlight it's like another sun, and eyes a clear blue sky. My friend from school said that one day a man will look at them and be lost for eternity. I told her she had drunk to much.
That next something is called Cal, and I don't know him. He popped into my life all curly hair, 80s dress, and a limp that went away when he ran. He was also spouting some nonsense about getting back to some camp. But let's start back when we first met, shall we?
Twenty minutes earlier
It was a beautiful London morning, the sky was cloudy and the streets already bustled with activity. A certain blonde sat in the outside area of a café, sipping her usual morning hot chocolate. She was reading a rather thick book about animals when a stranger ran up to her table. "Oh! Thank goodness I found you!" He stammered. "Quick, follow me. We need to get you to camp fast. I'll explain everything when we get there!" and with that he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her through the streets of London.
"Wait!" She yelled, trying to jerk her arm free. She couldn't use her other arm to tear it free, as it was holding her book and she just got it from the store. "Who are you?! Where are you taking me?!"
"Right, sorry. Names Cal. I'm your protector, sent by Chiron-"
"Who is Chiron?"
"-to get you and bring you to camp." Cal was panting hard, as he had dragged her half the way from the café to the London City Airport.
"Well I am Althea-"
"I know."
"-and I am putting my foot down." And she went dead weight on Cal, making it very difficult for him. "I have school in September and I most definitely do not have time to be going to some summer camp in America!" She huffed that last bit out, her face a bit red.
"Fine, yes, you're right." Cal agreed. He sighed, scratching his head while he thought. Opening his mouth to explain but his face went pale. "We need to get to the jet." And he grabbed Althea again.
"H-Hey!"
"Unless you want to get run over an killed by some Iron Bulls, we have to get to the jet!" Confused Althea looked behind them. Cal was telling the truth, there were Iron Bulls chasing them. She decided that she would rather be kidnapped by a stranger named Cal than be trampled by Iron Bulls.
Now that you're all caught up let's get back to where we began. We rounded the corner and Cal spotted the airport. "There! We just got to cross the threshold!" I looked at him with a confused look on my face.
"There is literally nothing stopping it from just crashing into the airport!"
"Just trust me!" And by then we had barreled through the doors so I had to hope he was right. I crouched down, bracing myself for impact, or death, but neither came. Opening my eyes I came face to face with one of the bulls. I could see the cogs turning, and when steam started to come out of that thing I bolted backward.
It lowered it's head and butted against some invisible wall it couldn't pass through. I breathed a sigh of relief and sank to my knees. After awhile I switched to sitting on my butt and just relaxed, I didn't care if people were staring. "Told you it'd be alright." Cal said behind me. I leaned back on my arms and let my head flop to look at him. "Airports are protected by Hermes so that travellers will always have a safe place to be." He must have seen my confused look because he motioned for me to follow him saying, "Come on. I'll explain when we get to camp."
"Um, the ports are that way." I said pointing the other way. He smiled and opened a Janitor closet.
"We're taking a special craft." And he walked in. I followed, gasping at what a Janitor closet could hold. Inside there was a small jet with a caduceus on it, and conveyor belts carrying packages everywhere. "This is what we use to go from continent to continent. Hermes blessed it and lets us store a receiving port in his warehouses all over the world."
Before I could really soak it all in I was being ushered into the Jet by Cal. He had me settle down in one of the comfy first class chairs and said, "It'll only be a couple of minutes." Me being me thought he meant lift off. But boy was I wrong. Apparently it just appeared in a different location after you put in its coordinates. Cal told me that when he walked out of the cockpit saying we were there.
He opened the door and stepped out onto...sand. Our destination was a beach, or at least someplace near a beach. I walked out and turned back, seeing that we had just come out of an outhouse, that was in the middle of the beach. "Huh." I whispered to myself. I turned back around, walked a bit til I came to a standstill next to Cal. I was seeing the most wonderful thing since my school. Twelve cabins that formed a U, gigantic fireplace, archery range, amphitheater, canoes, the forest, a garden, rock wall with lava, and a really big house with a pavilion.
"Welcome, to Camp Half-Blood."