I walked through a forest nervously, my eyes darting around for any signs of those creatures that seem to stalk me, flinching inwardly every time my shoe crunched down on the snow, which was every step. Leaning down, I scooped up some rocks and snow into my hand and continued on warily. Oh God… where are they? They're never leaving me alone…
A snarl behind me answered my thoughts. I turned around slowly and I cursed. Two large hounds blocked the way, and I stupidly walked right to three large trees. I was trapped. In desperation, I chucked the rocks at the large hounds, causing them to yelp when the rocks hit with a THUMP! They shook their selves and snarled again, one charging forward, the other following.
Squeaking, I turned and tried to climb into a tree, but one grabbed my left leg. Howling in pain, I fell down and the air rushed out of my lungs as I slammed into the ground, pain shooting through my torso and my head, stars dancing in my gaze. Come on, the Voice hissed. Fight back! Or are you too weak?
I'm dealing with two super hounds! I snapped back in my head and wailed loudly as one clawed my leg, hearing it snap from the pressure as blood flowed out, the hot, sticky liquid rushing down my leg, soaking my pants, and pooling around my leg. More stars danced in my gaze as my pain filled wail died down. I can't die now! I reached out my right arm to grab some weapon, but I couldn't see past the stars and the blackness crept into my gaze.
I shouldn't have moved.
I should've played dead.
But I didn't.
The jaws of one hound immediately grabbed my arm, tearing away a chunk of flesh. Fresh white-fire agony shot through my arm and into my neck and back. I screamed loudly as my breath turned to ragged gasps shock was slowly setting in. This is it, I thought weakly. I'm going to die.
Apparently, that was not to be.
I faintly heard something whizzing through the air and a growl as something exploded next to me, spraying some kind of dust everywhere. I coughed feebly, eyes closing in defeat. Worthless! The Voice roared, causing me to cringe and another yelp to escape my lips. You're worthless! Can't even fight! Let alone climb a tree!
The hound next to me raced toward whoever killed its buddy and I heard the wind whizzing around some object, the same dust stuff exploding everywhere.
Faint shouts rang around and heard, "She's alive! Oh gods, she's still alive!" Before the darkness completely engrossed me and the agony tore me into unconsciousness.
xXx
Coughing, I bolted up and realized I was in some kind of bed, a light sheet draped on me; the window in front of me was glowing soft orange amber behind the blinds. What happened? I wondered as I straightened, shaking slightly. That's when I realized the wounds were only throbbing dully.
Taking control of my breathing, I closed my eyes and slumped down under the sheet. "Hey, you awake?" Someone called and I opened one eye, seeing a girl standing there holding some drink.
I sat up slowly, wanting to respond but my throat felt like someone stuffed cotton in it. She walked over and handed the drink. Grabbing it in a shaking hand, I brought it up to my mouth and clamped my lips on the straw, sipping up the liquid.
I blinked, surprised. It tasted a lot like the brownies my grandmother made. That I stole. "Thanks," I finally rasped, steeling my emotions and tried to stay calm… which was hard when your still ache after a mauling by two hounds and waking up in some cabin like building and being handed a drink that looked like apple juice by some random girl and the drink tastes like brownies.
"No problem." She sat down and pushed her long blonde hair of her face, gray eyes looking slightly distant and damp. "I'm Annabeth." Her voice sounded sad… dang, brought here at a bad time.
Guessing she wanted my name, I replied hoarsely, "Amunet. Where-" A bought of cough stopped me as I hacked, rattling my body.
"You're in a safe place," Annabeth explained. "Camp Half-Blood. You're lucky you survived the hellhound attack."
I blinked and the Voice hissed, Hellhounds? That's all?! You've got to be kidding me. I'm worse!
Shut up! I replied and rasped, "That's what they were?" I straightened, lifting my bandaged arm out from under the covers and stared down at it. "Can I…?"
"I'll have to ask a kid of Apollo."
That got my attention. "Wait, demigods live here?"
Annabeth smiled, but like her eyes, it too was distant. "Yep. Demigods, satyrs, nymphs, etc. This camp is a haven for us Greek demigods."
Blinking, I closed my eyes, trying to process everything. Greek demigods… Greek gods are real… hellhounds…
What? The Voice sneered. Is your brain too small to comprehend anything?
Shut. Up. I snapped silently and croaked, "But how…?"
"It's been hidden for years and no one knows?" Annabeth guessed and I nodded subtly. "It's the mist. The m-i-s-t kind, not the m-i-s-s kind. The mist shows mortals things that their brains can only comprehend. So, if a hellhound ran around the city, they might see it as a poodle. Some mortals, though, can see through the mist and see things we see."
I nodded again as she stood. "I have to go check on something." Annabeth turned and walked out of the cabin-building.
No wonder people gave me funny looks when I said I was being chased by demons… I thought.
The Voice snapped, Hey, watch it! Those are monsters, not demons! There's a difference!
Not to me, I retorted and closed my eyes, drifting into sleep.
Haha! :D The first chapter is completed! Yes! I'm so happy!
And I read The Mark of Athena… Percy and Annabeth have to be alive! ;-; They have to or I will die… *cries* That is a terrible cliffhanger, Uncle Rick! ;-; Terrible! And now I have to wait next year! And next year in the fall! Heck, that could be early fall, middle fall, or late fall! D: