Hello people! Prepare to read one of the most tragic stories you have ever read, and I will say one thing, no eleven year old should ever think so deeply about any of this. =D Yet, here I am doing it anyways! I scare many people like that ;D
Don't I sound cheery? That's 'cause I get to… ya know what? I'm not telling you! SO READ TO FIND OUT! =D
Disclaimer: I don't own CHB or Percy Jackson.
My heart thumped rapidly as I sprinted down the alley. Perspiration beaded my face. My breath came out quick as I darted around, attempting to escape my pursuers.
A gunshot sounded, and I heard a small ping!
I cursed. They were armed.
I ran faster, now knowing if they caught me, I'd say I'd be dead in about… twenty seconds.
My heart thumped faster, my chest aching from the continuous running.
I made a right, then a left. right, right, left, right, left, right, right, left… so on and so forth. I wasn't aiming for any place in particular. Let's just say that plan wasn't working out so well.
I turned left, and headed down the alley. I came face to face with a man in a black suit, and shades. He looked pretty official. That's what scared me.
I quickly turned around, to meet the two other men, armed with guns.
So it was either attack the people with the guns, and die, or bravely face the man in black, who is unarmed, by the looks of it, but surly dangerous.
I turned, facing the man. I hardened my glare, looking him straight in the eyes with my sea green ones.
"Who are you?" I demanded, taking a step forward. I remember the men with the guns behind me, and I took a step back.
"That, is not entirely relevant." I said, showing no emotion what-so-ever.
"What do mean?" I asked, demanding answers. "Maybe it is to me!"
"Will you test me?" he asked questioningly. I heard the guns load. I shook my head.
"I only want answers."
"Why, they are right with you. And it is my job to ask the questions. You answer, and I ask. If you displease me, you will die. Understood?"
I gulped and nodded.
"First of all, who are your parents?" The man asked.
A lump came in my throat, "I don't have any parents. I don't know what happened to them."
"Ok. How old are you?"
"I never knew. Around 13."
"What's your name?"
"Maven Highlyn." I stood up tall. My name was the only thing I was positive of.
The men exchanged looks. The man in black's eyes bugged out. "This is your name?"
"Yeah. You gotta problem with it?" I challenged. He looked at me.
"Maven. You have helped us, but not in the way we expected. We will let you live. But do not expect us to be so merciless the next time we meet." He turned and walked away. Even after he was out of sight, I could hear his footsteps.
I hadn't moved. I knew the two thugs behind me were gone. But I didn't move.
After awhile, I got over the fact that the random man had just threatened me, and when I told them my name, they had backed away. I had run out of the series of alleys, which had given me enough trouble. I took a break under a tree, eating a granola bar from my stolen backpack. I combed out my black hair, washed off in a nearby river, and ate some more.
I'm on the run.
From what? That's the question. I never knew.
I've been running from everything in the world since I was six. I rarely had any help, and it seemed impossible that I would be able to survive. My parents… I don't know what happened to them. They disappeared one day, and I ran.
Over the years, I had some assistance. But I mostly survived alone. This all seems impossible to me. Is it normal to you? I sure hope not.
Ok, so here's a recap of my life: Lost my parents, lost my life at age six, ran away, survived everything, and I'm still alive. I don't know anything either. What does that mean?
I must be dead, and this is all a very long, vivid dream.
I checked my old wounds, which were mostly healed by now. I had a large, white scar, dragging down my calf. several bruises made my upper arm look like it was dead.
Looks like I wasn't completely indestructible.
Anyways, I curled up in a tree, letting sleep take me away.
This isn't tragic -_- So for those of you who think it is, where the Hades have you been? This is nothing, and I repeat, NOTHING. It's just the prologue! =D And if I'm gonna have some fun... I need more people! This will be a tragic story, so many will probably die =3
Plus, this story will be worked on while I'm not writing my other stories, or stories I work on with friends. So if I don't update often, don't worry. I'm just working like crazy =3 So if you get bored when I'm not updating, read On the Brink of War, and A New Shattered World. On the Brink of War's summary is suckish, but the story towards the end is really awesome. And in the sequel, A New Shattered World, the action starts right off the bat from where we left off. Trust me.
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~Tori
