I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians. Rick Riordan does. I do half own Camp Demi though with another awesome user on here, Berrythorn! Everyone give her a big round of applause!
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So, without a further ado, Camp Demi everyone! (Also, check out Berrythorn's Camp Demi story.)
8 years ago, a young girl of 7 shivers in the cold December air. Snow is falling all around. Everything is almost silent. A mother leads her daughter though a forest, checking her back to make sure no one is following.
"Mom, I'm cold." The child complains. Her mother shushes her, "Be quiet Kiera, or they'll hear you." Soon the mother and her daughter came to a big evergreen tree, where Kiera's mother hid her.
"Mom-"
"Shh, be a good girl, okay? I'll be back soon. Don't worry."
But that was all Kiera could do. Worry. Why was her mother acting this way? What were they running from?
"Here," Kiera's mother, Loreali, reached behind her neck and detached a pendant, a necklace. It wasn't like regular necklaces, it had a black string and attached to it was some kind of circular pendant. "Take this. Keep it safe. This is a special necklace. Take good care of it."
Kiera nodded despite her shivering. Her mother's li[s touched her forehead. "Goodbye, Angel. I'll be back soon."
Kiera watched as her mother left her in the cold snow, hidden.
Young Kiera's curly chocolate brown hair got in her face a few times, thanks to the chilling breeze. She pushed back her hair after putting the necklace around her neck.
That was when the little girl hears a terrified scream. She jumped her kiladskope eyes wide with horror. That scream was her mother's. She heard other things too, big animal sounds. But the girl had heard these noises before.
They were monsters. Not the monsters you would find in your closet or under your bed. These were real monsters. They feed off of people like Kiera and her mother. They feed off of demigods.
2 years ago, a 10 year old boy watched some bullies beat up on a weaker kid at the park. They all looked about his age. Kyle Fowls didn't like bullies. He sighed.
Why couldn't people just stop?
He walked over to the kids.
"Hey," he said tapping one of the bullies on the shoulder. "That's not very nice." The bully and his friends all looked at Kyle. Thanks to that distraction the kid being bullied ran away. The kids noticed and started to move in on Kyle. He slowly started to back away.
"Where do you think you're going, punk?" Bully number 1 said. Yeah he said more than asked.
Kyle glanced around him. He could already see the water park open, spraying watch everywhere in the hot summer heat.
"Somewhere where you're not." And with that Kyle dashed for the water park. As expected the other kids followed. Kyle then stopped dead in his tracks in the middle of the park, watcher spraying everywhere, getting him wet. He didn't care.
The bullies caught up to him and started to charge. Kyle did the same. But as the two boys met, Kyle had the other kid in a head lock. The other glared at him and charged as well. Kyle used the first bully's body to stop the others.
But something weird happened. The water park turned off. Nobody was there, the bullies had all disappeared. Even the kid he had in a head lock seemed to have vanished. Through the water on the concrete ground, Kyle could see a tall man in a black leather jacket, sun glasses and a brutal looking face. Through the sunglasses, Kyle thought he could see fire in the man's eyes.
Kiera's POV:
I stood there while the crowd pushed against me. I was in New York, walking across the street. I hoped that in the crowd I would lose them. Maybe, just maybe, I did.
Walking around New York city id like being a fish going up stream against a rough current.
New York isn't like my home state. I am not used to all of the buildings, streets, and traffic. It is truly the state that never sleeps. There is always and constantly noise!
Finally, when I think I've lost them, I walk into an antique and thrift store. It was a small and modest store, covered in dust. They had all sorts of strange objects. Some fascinated me, while others like puppets that people controlled with strings freaked me out.
The store owner, I was guessing, was sitting on a chair watching football.
I coughed to get his attention.
"Excuse me, sir-"
"What?" He snapped at me in annoyance. "Can't you see I'm busy?"
I squirmed a bit. "Yes, I see that-"
"Goodbye!" He said angrily and turned back to the TV screen.
I was just about to leave, but I couldn't. I was told to go to this place and ask the man. I turned back to him. "I need directions." I said.
He looked up again, "Ironic isn't it? A daughter of Hermes asking for directions." He pulled out a piece of paper and a pen.
"Name?" He asked.
"Kiera," I replied.
He glares at me, "Full name."
"Kiera, Melanie, Briar."
"Age?"
"15."
"Date of birth?"
"August 17th 1997."
"You're not 15 yet, miss Briar."
"Close enough."
The New York name shrugged, "Parents?"
"Loreali Briar and Hermes, god of thieves."
"Aright," he said as he puts the pen away and the slip of paper under the counter. "Directions to where?"
"A place called…Camp Demi."