Camp is just another word for safe haven. I mean, come on, as soon as we step one two out of the border all hell is set lose.
And that's exactly what happens when a newbie arrives, causing the whole camp to panic and serve through the tall pine trees, the golden fleece dazzling and shinning brighter as each ray of sun bounces off it, the fleece oblivious of the danger lurking a few centimetres in front of it.
Right now that's what's happening, a girl with crazy brown hair tumbles backwards landing where I stand guarding the fleece.
"Great." I mumble; the girls face tips upwards her silver eyes piercing into my own, fear dancing in them as I draw an arrow from the quiver and hook it onto the bow. Sonic arrows; deadly to monsters. Especially the Minotaur charging at us from a few metres away; I bring the bow up to my face, brushing the side of my mouth with my hand.
"Just shoot," the girl says staring at where I've been holding the bow and arrow for quite some time.
"Shut up. I only have three arrows. I gotta make them count." A look of realisation crosses her face as she looks at my quiver, she shuts up. Thank Apollo.
My arrow zips through the air screeching just as the ground begins to shake as the Minotaur edges closer, time stops as I watch the arrow storm through the air.
It lands right above its heart.
I've never done that before.
The monster disappears before my eyes, wow. I glance at the girl shivering at my feet.
"Who are you?" I ask gruffly.
"Rikki. What's this place? What am I? Who are you?" I grasp her hand pulling her up to face me, I see the confusion swirling around in her head.
"This is camp half blood, for people like you and me that are half human half god. I'm Meryl, daughter of Apollo. And that's the first time I've ever killed a monster."
"So you mean I could've died."
"Thanks for the faith, but we've gotta get you to Chiron."