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Chiron called the two satyrs into the Big House to prep them for their mission. "Now," Chiron began, "I know it's been awhile since your last mission but I'm sure you'll do just fine." He said with a tight smile. He pulled out a map of the northeast part of the United States and began to map out the satyrs' route.

Daisy:

I ran off to find adventure but instead I find myself lost. To be honest I really didn't care about any of the given reasons on why I was going to camp half-blood, I just wanted adventure and excitement. I just wanted to see and experience something new. I didn't care about finding my father's identity or to protect others from evil. Sheesh, I didn't have to go, my life was pretty darn good before I decided to run off into the wilderness. I had an awesome mother, the best school ever, and amazing friends. But the need for something more, for action, for danger was to great and I went for it. Besides my mom has always wanted pictures of this camp. Anyways, right now, I am sitting by a tree stump talking to myself. I probably should have just let my mom drive me to this stinking camp, but I wanted to do this on my own.

It seems like only yesterday when my mom told me about this place. I had been sitting at the dining room table in our little (actually too big for our own good) apartment in Boston when my mom came up to me. Of course she interrupted my personal moment with my steak, but that's something totally weird in its self. So here I am wondering what she's about to say because sometimes you can just tell when somebody is really nervous to say something. Okay back on topic, so she sat down and started to explain things about my father.

From her description of him though he sounded like some Italian mafia man with greasy hair. She said to me that he really loved me, but couldn't stay. Great dad, eh! However she said the he always promised to be there when I truly needed him. Sheesh, he must have been invisible when I was attacked by birds or the time I fell out of a tree or when that stupid mime followed me around. She went on to say that he gave her a few items to give me when I came of age, so I'm guessing 14 is the time of age. She picked up a cloth bag and set it upon the table. She pulled a worn, yellow rolled up paper, a pure black whistle, a silver compass, and a long chain with a little scythe symbol at the end of it.

I picked up each item, discovering that the all had daisy chains engraved in them. Finally I came to the scroll. I unrolled to find out it was in fact a map. I turned to look at my mom. The next words changed everything. "Daisy, I can't explain it, but you have to trust me. Your father wasn't human. I don't know what he was and I don't really care because he was a good man and it may seem like he didn't love you, but he did. And he told me that when the time was right you needed to go this camp. It's called Camp Half-blood. He said that this was a safe place for children like you to train and learn how to protect yourselves. He said that you must make this journey by yourself using the gifts he gave you." My mom said in one breath, gesturing towards the items on the table.

I looked at the items on the table and back at my mom. I really hate to say this because it's a cliché and all, plus i feel snobby, but I always knew there was something different about me. I took another look at the map realizing it was the map to this Camp Half-blood. Huh, creepy name. I remember my mom telling me we don't have to go, but I said no. I wanted to go, plus the whole learn how to protect yourself sounds like it involved weapons, which I like.

She told me we could drive there in a few days, but I said I'd rather go by myself. In a weird way I felt like it could make my dad proud of me to do this all by myself like he wanted me to. So that next night with the cloth bag with the gifts my dad have me and all the camping gear my mom could think of, I left for adventure!

Of course that was a while ago and now just a memory as I sit underneath the stars. I felt a yawn come upon me deciding that I'll settle down for the night. I turned to unpack when I heard an animalistic growl. I looked up to see glowing red eyes out of the darkness surrounding me. Oh crap.

Becca:

I couldn't help but notice how peaceful and serene the forest was. The only noise I could hear right now was the pounding of my heart, and the thud of my footfall. The full moon was out, ironically enough, as the monster dogs trailed me through the thickening trees. Every other animal was either getting as far away from the demon hounds as they could, or were hiding away, safely in their burrows. It seemed that I was going to have to brave the hounds alone tonight.

These stupid mutts just didn't know when to give up the chase. I'd already outsmarted them four other times. You'd think that they would have gotten the message by now; I was never going to go down. But, quite obviously, they were too stubborn for their own good.

I didn't know how much longer my body could take this. I couldn't feel anything from the neck down, and my lungs felt like they were on fire. It was like my mind was whispering for me to run, and my body was screaming for me to stop. My body would win the battle eventually, and I needed to find cover, fast. But right now the hounds were a little too close for comfort. I needed to lead them off of my trail first. The weight of my backpack was getting heavier by the moment, and suddenly, my foot got caught in something underneath the pine needles that covered the forest floor. I did a faceplant right into the ground.

I cursed silently, and fumbled with my shoelaces. I winced, and felt pain run up my leg. My ankle was sprained. Cursing some more, I ripped off my sneaker, and started hobbling as fast as I could. I heard a howl resonate throughout the entire forest, and it sent chills down my spine. The pack was closing in on me, a lot faster than I thought they had been. I tried to run again, but I couldn't do it. My stupid ankle was holding me back.

Everything got really quiet. I shakily reached my hand into the side pocket of my backpack, and pulled out my long, silver hunting knife. It was as sharp as a razor blade, with a deadly glint to it. Then, a smaller hound lunged out of the bushes, straight at me. With a snarl, it tackled me to the ground. When I started to struggle, it sank its teeth into my already injured leg, and tried to drag me backwards. I yelped, and sat up, stabbing it with my knife. It gave a little cry, and crumbled to dust.

I stood up, panting, and put my knife back into my backpack before limping away as fast as I could go. The pack knew where I was at now, and I didn't have much time before them rest of them got here. My blood trail wasn't helping much either. Weirdly enough, the farther I went, the more the trees thinned out. I saw a bright light flash by not too far ahead of me. And that's when I knew where I was headed. I was going straight towards a road that led to the highway.

I pushed my way through the last of the trees only to find... a house? I could have sworn I was headed towards the highway! And anyways, what was a house doing in the middle of a forest? Just then, I ducked as I heard two men walk out of the house, and pull a mattress from a shipping truck. Even though my leg felt like it was on fire, I grinned. This was incredibly convenient.

As soon as the moving men disappeared back into the house, I half-dragged myself towards their truck. I was careful not to leave a blood trail for the men to see, unlike with my frantic escape from the woods. I dove behind a mattress, pulling my backpack behind me, just as the men came back out and closed the truck door, leaving me in total darkness. I breathed a sigh of relief, and pulled down a mattress to lay on. As I lay down in the most comfortable position I had been in for days, I heard a long, drawn out howl. It seemed to say,

"This isn't over!" I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

Mary Ann:

I got up from the bed and stumbled around in the darkness. I didn't dare turn on the light, not like they would notice. This was my 9th foster home so far, each time worse than the last. Every time it's the same story, their records pass with flying colors, and by the end of the of the first six months the façade starts to fade. They begin to drink more and more, begin to yell, become angry and violent, it never seems to end. This was the last straw, I have to get away, anything is better than this.

I tip-toed to the window and eased it open, wincing at every creak or groan. I grabbed my bag that had my few belongings, and what money I could scrounge when the gap in the window was big enough for me to crawl through. I glanced around the room making sure I didn't leave anything, and squirmed through the window. I landed on the ground almost cat-like, and was pretty proud of myself, until I lost my balance and fell right on my backside. "Nice," I muttered to myself. I scrambled up onto my feet, and started running towards the woods, not entirely sure of where I was going.

Darkness engulfed me as I entered the woods, and I felt the familiar crunch of leaves and twigs under my feet. Being alone in the woods at night should probably scare the heck out of me, but I felt strangely calm.

After hours of walking aimlessly, I stopped to make camp, if you could call a soft spot on the ground a camp. As I drifted off to sleep, I began to wonder where I would go, what I would do and how I was going to get there. I started to nod off when I heard a low growl in the bush behind me, and it didn't sound too happy. I've learned enough over the years to know that when something (or someone) is angry at you, avoid it. I bolted upright ignoring how much my body wanted sleep. I turned around cautiously, afraid of what I would encounter. When I was turned all the way around I stared into the abyss of the forest, not knowing what would come out. Each breath felt like a lifetime, until I heard the rustling again. Out came (you'll never guess) a bunny. I spent the last few minutes flipping out over a bunny. I started laughing with relief, and I couldn't stop, it's been too long since I last laughed.

I was still chuckling when I felt hot breath on the back of my neck. I turned around and let out a scream that probably shook the very foundation of the earth. The creature behind me was definitely NOT human. It was half man and half bull with a grotesque face that not even a mother could love. It towered over me, its hot breath suffocating me, and all I knew at that moment is that I had to high-tail out of there. I darted around the creature's left side as its arms encircled the spot where I was just a second before. Okay, I thought to myself, this one's not to bright. I sprinted through the trees avoiding any roots that threatened to trip me. I didn't dare turn around; I already knew that the creature was still on my tail. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I was panicking.

Of all things, storm clouds began to form overhead, and it began to rain. Water was pouring down around me, soaking me to the bone. Branches were scraping against my skin as I ran past them. I wondered how long I would be able to outrun this thing, before my body gave out. I had no idea how I was going to destroy this monster behind me. As I was trying to think of a way to defeat it, a thought occurred to me. I've never backed down from a fight before, So why was I now? I dug my heels in the dirt and swung around, facing the creature, my blue eyes flashing. I grabbed my pocket knife to at least have some sort of a weapon against it. It was about ten feet away from me, preparing to charge. I shifted my stance so I could run if I had to.

It started to run towards me, and I thought, okay this is it, I'm going to die. When suddenly a surge of power coursed through me, as if it had been repressed my entire life, there was a tugging in my gut, and a bolt of lightning shot down from the sky, incinerating the monster into a cloud of yellow powder. I stood there, stunned. My first thought was, wow, that was convenient. But I didn't have time to ponder that thought because the wind was howling, and the storm was getting worse by the minute. I had to find shelter, and fast.

I was lucky that I didn't have to wander very far before I found a small cave to stay in. As soon as I was out of the torrential downpour the fatigue hit me, and as soon as I hit the ground I was asleep.

Rose:

I smiled as I skipped through the dark alleys that I had come to prefer over the bustling New York streets. I didn't usually attract attention by doing something like that. Again, I prefer to stay in the shadows. But the freedom was intoxicating. I was finally away from my father, for the first time in far too long. And I was determined to stay away. He could find someone else to be his punching bag for all I cared. I was gone. Impatiently I pushed my dark hair out of the way as I made my way through the back streets.

I heard several pairs of footsteps behind me, but I ignored them. They weren't exactly sneaky of course. They were shouting and laughing and tripping over each other. And besides I didn't have time for people like them. I snuck a look anyway though, just in case. They were all around twenty years old and there were about six of them. And they didn't exactly look sober if, you know what I mean. It was late evening on a Friday night. I quickened my pace. They were really freaking me out. "Hey babe, where you going?" one of them called out in a slurred voice. I went on, slightly faster, but not quite running. I silently cursed my stupidity for slinking down dark alleyways instead of just walking on the sidewalk like a normal person.

I saw a corner I thought I recognized. It looked like one of the ones that turned onto a main street, but I couldn't be sure, seeing as I had no sense of direction. The streets of New York might be a straight forward grid, but the back streets were a maze of dead ends and sharp corners. But I couldn't afford to pause and think about it. I made a split-second decision, veering sharply to the left, and I knew from their sudden victory cry that I had chosen wrong. "Hey babe!" another one of them called from behind me. "Stay a while!" I continued running as a brick wall loomed in front of me. And then I stopped. What was I doing? I turned around, preparing to fight them. They began to close around me, terror pulling my quickly beating heart into my throat.

But then I saw a small man wearing a cap walking towards us. He began to creep behind one of the drunken men, he put his finger to his lips and I quickly looked away. I heard an "Oof!" and a thud as one of the men fell to ground. The man with the cap moved with surprising speed, and before I knew it three more were on the ground. Pretty soon all of them were on the ground, moaning in crumpled heaps. My rescuer stood up and dusted off his shirt. I'd have thought that he would dust off his pants too, but he didn't have any. Instead he had a pair of furry legs and a pair of brown…hooves?

A/N: If you've suffered through this whole thing, you're a good person. I promise the plot really begins next chapter.