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Running. That's all Isabelle knew how to do. Run from the police, run from the monsters, run from herself. But sooner or later she would have to stop. She knew that and so did the monsters. But since today was not that day, she kept on running.
"You cannot run forever half-blood! Sooner or later, we will catch you." Isabelle wasn't sure how, but they found her every time. But she wasn't about to give up. "Oh really?" Isabelle yelled while turning a corner. "Come and get me!"She confidently ran down until tripping over a box. "oooF" she cried. Isabelle tumbled down the sidewalk until stopping at the feet of a boy. He had curly, blonde hair, afro style. He had on a plaid shirt and red jeans. A crutch under each arm he looked down at her. "You should probably come with me." "Why?" A roar split the air. "That's why." He replied. "Let's go!" Isabelle stumbled to her feet and ran after the boy. Dang, this kid runs fast with crutches. "Hey!" Isabelle yelled. "Where are we going?" "Somewhere safe!" He yelled back. "Could yah get anymore specific?" "Do I have to? This is already making me wheezy," he shouted. "This should be fun..." Isabelle muttered.
-That night-
"Can we take a break? My chest is going to bust!" Isabelle wheezed. "We're so close!" The boy exclaimed! "Okay, how close?" She questioned. The boys face lit up. "I can see it!" Isabelle still had no idea where she was going. "Great," Isabelle sarcastically remarked. "Now could you tell me where we are going?" "Camp Half-blood."he yelled. A gruff voice split the night, "Where are you half-blood? My brethren and I are hungry and you will go great with satyr." The boy gulped. "I think we should run faster!" He cried. "I have no problems with that!" Up ahead was a big wooden gateway. Over the top were letters in a different language. It took her a second but she finally figured out it said, "Camp Half-Blood". They ran in the gateway and turned around. What Isabelle saw made her jaw drop. 3, 7ft men with huge hands and gnarly teeth were roaring from the other side of the doorway. "Shouldn't we still be running, seeing how ugly's 1,2 and 3 are 20 feet away?" Isabelle said anxiously. "They can't get through the barrier, we're safe now. Come on, let me bring you to Chiron."
They walked a little while before the boy said, "Oh my gods, I am so rude! What's your name?" "Oh, I'm Isabelle, what's yours?" The boy paused before saying, "Carmelo." Isabelle snickered. "It means from the garden! My mom thought it made me sound like a real satyr." "Wait, your a satyr?" "Yeah, why?" He asked sulkily. "Well, I thought satyrs had goat legs and hooves and stuff." "Why do you think I have crutches?" Isabelle shrugged sheepishly. "It's a disguise! Just like my fake feet..." Carmelo kicked off his shoes to reveal... Hooves. "Oh," Isabelle squeaked. "Yeah, oh. So how old are you, anyway?" " I am 12. I have been on the run since I was 10. I grew up in a orphanage but I ran away." "Oh..." He paused. "Look there's camp!" Carmelo said beaming. When Isabelle reached the top of the hill she couldn't believe what she was seeing. Pegasus were flying over head while below was a lake and the most amazing place she had ever seen. Tons of cabins were strewn around twelve center cabins. One big building was over with picnic tables in front of it and hundreds of campers were at the tables. Past that was an arena with a rock wall and what looked like lava pouring down it. A humongous strawberry field was at her feet and she was in awe. "Let's go!" Carmelo yelled. They both ran down the hill exhausted and ready to eat. Isabelle wasn't quite sure what was going to happen next, but she knew for now she was safe.