Chapter One: My Old Nanny Decides To Blow Up My School...Except Not Really

I wrote something down in my notebook, not really bothering with the tray of food in front of me. It was when two boys; Aiden and Chris, sat down on either side of me that I really started paying attention to what was going on around me.

"Hi, Blaze!" Aiden greeted me, a goofy grin already on his face.

Despite me being distracted, I returned the smile. "Hey, Goofball. What's up, and don't say the floor."

He shrugged, unwrapping his chicken patty with inhuman speed. When it came to food, we three could probably eat all of it if we set our mind to it.

"How come you're not eating your pizza?" Chris asked.

I shrugged, jotting down something else.

"I'm gonna steal your food if you don't eat it." He warned me.

I looked at him as I picked up the pizza, and took a big bite. He laughed at my expression.

"Knew that would work. So what's so important that it made the bottomless pit not eat her food?"

I gestured towards the notebook for him to read. Chris leaned over, and looked at it for a minute.

"I have no clue what the heck that says."

I finally swallowed the pizza, and cleared my throat. "That's because it's in Dragonese, genius. I'm writing in Dragonese to practice my Dragonese, because I've been writing in English for awhile, and I'm starting to forget."

He nodded and then began to eat his own food.

My name is Blaze Firehades. I'm sixteen years old, a demidragoness, which means I'm a female demidragon, and I am prone to sarcasm. I'm also prone to making weird friends, but that usually works out.

Right now, I was attempting to enjoy my lunch with two of my closest friends; Aiden and Chris. Both of them were new to the mythological world. At least a month ago, after a great battle between me and my greatest enemy, I'd run into these two on my way home. And found out that there were more people out there like me.

So now I was sorta training them.

I closed my notebook to focus completely on my food and conversation. Between Aiden's jokes and Chris's updates on things, we all had a somewhat normal conversation. If you count talking about gods and stuff "normal."

"So are we meeting up at Rosewood Park later?" Chris asked.

Here's a bit of a description on what the heck everyone looks like, cause ya'll don't know them like I do. Chris has pale skin, blond hair and blue eyes. He practically lives in a hoodie, and though you'd think he'd be taller than me, he's actually shorter. Despite the two grade gap, he's shorter. Strange, but whatever.

Aiden has similar pale skin. Both of them don't often go outside much, especially Aiden who doesn't really have a reason to. Unlike Chris though, he's got black hair and light brown eyes that have been known to carry hints of green in them. Both are thin, Aiden being the taller of the two, and both can lift a lot more than I can as humans.

Until they shift to their demidragon form, I'm not starting any competitions.

Anyway, I nodded. "Yeah, I figured if you two wanted, you could see what the camp looks like, though you'll have to crawl through the tunnel since you don't know how to shift yet."

Both nodded, a bit disappointed by this.

These two, along with Aiden's brother Tanis, were probably the oldest to not have shifted to their demidragon form, at least once in their life. Somehow, they'd avoided triggering what it was that made us shift, though both of them were eighteen. Though from what I'd heard from my sister; Flame, Tanis had recently shifted, and was working hard to learn how to fly. Tanis had moved out to Camp Jupiter, to see what Roman life was like. He was also attending the college there, while he was at it.

The bell rung, signaling our return to classrooms. I picked up my tray, following the two of them to the trash cans.

Before I could toss the now empty tray, a demonic scream entered the air. The chatter of all the teenagers abruptly stopped as we all stared out the windows to see winged demon hags throw fire balls through the window. Instant panic.

Somehow, I found myself standing next to Chris and Aiden. We all were squinting, standing still among the panic, and I finally figured out what in Hades name it was: Alecto. Alecto, the Fury. Seemly possessed, as her eyes were glowing like lava. My old nanny had come back to blow up my school.

"What the heck?" Chris said.

As if noticing me, Alecto stopped the hurling of her fiery spheres and spoke in an echoing voice.

Blaze Firehades...prepare to die she said, it echoing in my head.

I shrugged and stepped forward, despite the looks of shock and panic on Aiden and Chris's faces. Before they had a chance to grab me, and pull me back, I shot out my hand, summoning a wall of fire from the wreckage around me. They jumped back.

Alecto grinned, and spun towards me, a ball of fiery death. I laughed for a minute, before shifting to a demidragon spontaneously, and leaping to the air, allowing her to crash. The wall of fire disappeared as I lost concentration on that.

She growled as she shook her head, me hovering up in the air, not really bothered by anything that was happening. She hissed at the sight of me, leaping to the air, and engaging me in a battle of teeth and claws. This was how we'd fought before, back when I'd been twelve. Back when I'd gotten my trademark scar.

I slammed her into the ground, biting at her chest with my teeth. Sand began to pour out of the wound and she cackled as she spun me over and slammed my head into the ground. My vision focused on one thing: the faces of my friends, before I lost consciousness and blackness took over.

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Beep beep beep beep

I groaned as I opened my eyes to the blinding lights of a hospital. I didn't notice much, other than the taste in my mouth, the fact that my head really hurt, and the brightness of the lights. It was when I heard intense arguing in the background that I finally began to look at my surroundings.

I was definitely in a hospital, probably Urgent Care, as that was the closest thing to the high school in my town. I had a bunch of bandages on my arms and legs, my head felt like a thousand guys with sledgehammers were currently whacking me upside the head. I focused on the two people who were arguing: Aiden and a nurse.

I wasn't really focusing on what they were arguing about when I said "Uh, no disrespect, but kindly shut up, you're making my head worse."

Aiden spun around and upon noticing I was awake, he burst into a rapid fire of "OHMYGODAREYOUOKAYANDISAWYOUWHATTHEHECKWEREYOUTHINKINGYOUIDIOTWHYONEARTHWOULDYOUDOTHATDOYOUKNOWHOWTERRIFIEDCHRISANDIWERENOTTOMENTIONMATTOHMYGOD!"

I winced at his loud speech.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to yell." he said, looking apologetically.

"Just don't do it again, you big goof. Why am I here?" I blinked.

The nurse made a series of odd movements with her lips before she left the room. Aiden took a seat in the chair next to the bed.

"The school called the ambulance, something about you taking on a terrorist or something. We watched as you shifted back to a human, with all these nasty cuts and stuff. For the life of them, they couldn't figure out why you were the only kid without burns." Aiden pointed to a small one on his hand.

I raised my hands to chest level and wiggled my fingers. "Magic."

He snorted. "I mean a reasonable answer for mortals."

"Did anyone else get hurt?" I asked.

"A few people got some pretty bad burns, but other than that, no." Aiden paused for a second, his eyes not meeting my gaze. "I didn't really believe you before that attack though. I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault. Not everyday that someone tells you a bunch of gods and monsters are real. If I were you, and had grown up differently, I think I'd be the same."

The door to the room opened. In walked Chris, who happened to be carrying a bag of McDonald's. He glanced over at us as he closed the door, his eyes widening.

"Holy crap, I thought you were gonna die!" He exclaimed, running over to the other chair, and sliding into the seat.

"I've had worse scrapes than this," I reassured him. "You okay though? Did my wall burn either of you?"

Chris held out his left arm and carefully rolled up his hoodie sleeve, revealing some bandages. "Just this, I got the worst burns out of the two of us, cause my arm flew out to stop this lunatic from running headfirst into the flames of hell."

I laughed, wincing as pain shot up from my chest. "Well, take a mental note that fire can hurt you guys."

"Yeah, about that," Chris said a bit forced with the casualness. "I think I got claimed by my father."

"Oh? How so?"

"Flaming hammer appeared over his head. After he got burned. The flames spurted around his face, but didn't burn him at all after that." Aiden replied.

"That's the sign for Hephaestus. Congrats, man." I smiled while Chris scratched his head and looked away.

"Yeah, well I still feel bad you got hurt. You want half my burger or something? You've gotta be hungry."

I shrugged. "If you really wanna split your food with me."

We all began to get comfortable, sharing food like we did whenever we were at my house and such. Conversation about what we thought would happen now and whether I would be allowed to leave was mostly what we talked about.

In fact, it was so peaceful that when the door flung open to reveal a doctor, I jumped and tensed, biting back the curses from the pain.

"Sorry Miss Blaze, I didn't intend on startling you." he said.

I loosened a bit. "Obviously if you had, you would've laughed at such a prank, but since you haven't laughed, I'll continue to think you're being sincere."

He blinked while Aiden and Chris laughed a bit.

"She's very sarcastic and occasionally literal," Chris explained. "Especially when she's hurt. She cracks jokes to ease tension."

"Oh," The doctor shook his head. "Well then. I'm Dr. Forner, and I'm here to check up on how you're doing. How do you feel?"

I considered this for a minute, before replying "Other than I feel like I just got out of a fight with a cat, and my head hurts, much better now that my stomach has something in it, thank you very much Chris."

Dr. Forner nodded. "That's completely normal. Do you remember who you are?"

"Yup. No memory loss, other than what I had for dinner last night. That's normal though, I'm used to that. My name is Blaze, I'm sixteen and these two morons are my friends."

Dr. Forner wrote something down on his clipboard. "Ah, well I suppose that's good. Do you think you're well enough to go home?"

I shrugged. "Probably. This is nothing, I've been through worse."

Dr. Forner nodded, looking distracted. "Well then, I'll see if you are actually capable of going home."

"I've been staying at a friends house for awhile." I called as he walked out the door.

Chris raised an eyebrow. "Have you really?"

"Yeah, Aiden's house."

"Oh. Huh."

We waited till I was discharged with several warnings and yada yada yada. I stepped into the bathroom to change into normal clothing, which Chris had apparently stopped by my house to grab.

I undressed myself, noticing with a frown that there were a few bandages around my chest and such. I carefully put on my shirt and jeans, noticing that my hoodie was still in one piece, thank Fortuna. Once I stepped outside though, I realized how tired I was.

And that's when I woke up by a teacher tapping on my head, a slightly concerned look on her face.

"Uh oh..."

A/N

Hello peoples. Yep, I had to do a bit of a prank for this one. It's not much of a prank, as the first bit was when she was actually awake. She fell asleep when she got back to class though, which is why there is a different breaker. Sorry for getting your hopes up, you all know I don't do serious battles until later. But perhaps there is something related to this dream of Blaze's later? Maybe just MAAAAAAAYBE? Idk, we'll see. This chapter is dedicated to...hmm...my sister I guess. Cause she's the best oldest sister EVER. Anyway, I'm done. I sound like I'm drunk when I'm not. This is why we don't let me write in sixth period people. I wanna go home ;-;