A/N No, I'm not dead! Believe it or Not (Just quoted one of my other stories, check it out!) I just have the biggest case of writers block I've ever had. But anyways, enough about my failings...
With Percy Jackson:Missing, I'm going to put a poll up soon about what to do with it, because it just annoys me now. Showing off, nananana you spent ages on me and now I'm just a waste of space that you'll never finish! So annoying...
But, this is an idea I've wanted to do for a bit, but at the moment, my computer is full of the begginings of stories, ideas and random stuff so yeah, I will be proving I'm not dead with more stories soon enough...
Disclaimer: If I owned anything, why would I be on FF?
Prolouge
My breath was quickening, and my heart wouldn't stop pounding.
I was sure they could smell me.
I was sure they could hear me.
I was backing away slowly from where a pack of (blind) hell hounds were prowling, looking for me, that annoying to-be-dinner that got away and blinded them in the process.
I had a silent mantra echoing in my head.
Do not make a sound. Don't draw attention to yourself. These hellhounds are NOT Mrs O'Leary. Got that?
Sadly, as I was oh-so-skilfully backing away from the Mrs O'Leary lookalikes I stumbled over a ill placed twig. I paused, as every hellhound's ugly black head turned towards me.
Now, said my brain, you run.
