Hey y'all, all4God here. Here's another attempt at a PJO story (the last one sucked, so I deleted it). R & R!
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Caroline Renae Bartner. Me. I looked out the back-seat window of a musty cab. Saying a silent good-bye to my home town of Erie, Pennsylvania, my younger sister Helen and I said hello to New York. As my 13-year old self, I'd rather be spending the summer at my warm suburban home, but no. I was leaving for camp. I looked myself over once. I had shoulder-length brown hair with reddish tints, and chocolate brown eyes that shined purple in a good sunlight. My hair was let down. I had worn what I usually wore – a t-shirt (which happened to be lime green), jeans, and purple running shoes. My sister was 10, and had longer brown hair with blonde hi-lights. She had on orange shorts that went down to her knees, and a white shirt. Her hair was tied in a ponytail like it always was.
"Are we there yet?" Helen asked for the umpteenth time in the past 5 minutes.
"Almost. We're in New York, now." I answered, watching as the tall skyscrapers that kissed the sky started disappearing, and more trees came into sight.
My sister and I were demigods – children of the greek Gods. My mother knew our father(s) was (were), but she refused to tell us. She said we would find out at camp, and that we would be estatic. I didn't really give a shit.
One of my best friends turned out to be a demigod. I've known her since kindergarten, and we were almost twins. Casey was her name. She had been told that her mother and died, and she lived with her father. In 2005, she told me that she was leaving Erie to go to New York. Then she told me all about demigods, and it turned out that her mother was Aphrodite, goddess of love. I also, back then, really didn't give a shit.
I heard the taxi make an unusual noise as we camp to a stop. The taxi driver nodded to show this was our stop. He didn't talk much, and had eyes all over his body. He creeped me out.
I got out and grabbed mine and Helen's luggage as she stretched her legs. The breeze was warm and calm. I heard the crash of waves, licking the shore of a beach nearby. The scent of strawberries tickled my nose. This place didn't look half bad.
Helen grabbed her bags from me (WITHOUT saying thank-you) and ran up the hill leading to the camp. When she was at the top, she stopped dead in her tracks. Uh-oh.
I ran up to her, and I immediately knew why she stopped. Two people had full battle armor on, and were sword-fighting. I heard a grunt from one of them as the came closer. Putting myself in front of my sister, I braced for the worst.
They came even closer.
I couldn't see their faces because of battle armor.
What the hell was going on?
Suddenly, one of the warriors dropped, dead (or what looked like it), in front of the other on. The standing goliath and their sword to the other's throat.
And then he turned to face me.
Shit.
*Well? What do y'all think? Personally, I thought it was better than the last one I wrote, jeesh. R&R! (And I know it's short – that's just the way I write)