Practically Ravenous
I must have been young and stupid, but now I am in trouble.
I was just 14 when my mother forced me away from home, but sent me a steady flow of allowence to keep me going no matter were i was. Wherever I was, however, monsters were sure to follow. All I had was a spikey stick with a smooth handle as a wephon. I called it Satin Handle obviously. I may have only been 14, but I looked over that age for sure. If you dress nice, my mother always said, people will respect you. I was never dirty during the two years i was first on the run. I always bathed. My clothes were always spotless.
I was in San Francisco when I met Luke. I was about to turn 15. My eyes were a sparkling blue-green, my hair dark, the color of a ravens feathers. I was sitting out side a cafe drink lemonade on a partically hot day in July. I was wearing a royal blue satin skirt and a sleeve-less white shirt. A partically handsome, partically bedraggled young blonde man my age catches my eye. I start here, because, meeting Luke, is where my story really begins.
I almost gasp when I see him look up at me and smile. He walks over and sits down across from me.
"Hey." He says with a smile.
"Hi." I say grinning, "you thirsty?"
"Parched actually." He says almost laughing.
"Then I'll be right back." I say and walk inside to buy him a lemonade. I return to see him waiting for me.
"Thanks." He says as I hand him the icy drink. "I'm Luke by the way."
I smile. "I'm Katrina Williams."
"Very Certain are we?" He asks jokingly.
"Me being me," I grin. "Yes."
"What's a pretty girl like you doing out here alone?"
" I ran away. And , I know this sounds silly but, monsters are chasing me!"
"Don't worry that just means you're a demi-god or a half-blood, like me.!"
He goes on to tell me of his adventures.
"Uh, what's that?" I ask Luke breaking myself out of my trance.
"Crap!" He swears something in Greek. "This Lastrigonian Giant has been trailing me since Vegas! Do you have a weapon?"
I hold up my stick . "This."
"Here!" He tosses me a knife made of bronze.
This was my first lesson. He taught me how to jab and slash. And in no time, all that was left was golden dust.
"I have to go!" Luke says sadly holding both of my hands.
"When will I see you?"
" I will bring you to my camp! You will be safe."
I give him my email and cell phone number.
"Stay in the area, I will come collect you as soon as I can. " He tells me shouldering his bag.
"I guess I will find a boarding school over here." I decide hastily.
" Okay. But you need a better weapon then a stick. Keep the knife I gave you. And go to Fire God's Forge on West Elm Street. Give him these and tell him to cast your stick in celsetial bronze." Luke says handing me drachtmas.
"I will wait." I tell him.
"And I will come." He says.
I wrap my arms around this boy I haven't even known for 1 hour and 1/2, and he wraps his around me. There, I feel protection, which I haven't felt in so long. And I can't wait to see him again, so I can be protected, at last. At one point his lips reached mine, and I was overwhelmed by emoition. This boy is mine, he would love and protect me. He will be back, so we could live together, with out monsters, till we grow old. Then we broke away.
"I love you." He whispered in my ear.
"And I love you." I choked out so awed.
He kissed me on the cheek and then ran off to Mout Tam, I think it's called. Then I turned and floated to West Elm Street.