I GET NEW BLOOD

Hello. Sadie Kane here. The story I'm about to tell you, which you'll probably think is a load of rubbish, but it really isn't, is how I ended up meeting Percy Jackson.

Okay. Here I go.

I was in the library with a bunch of trainees and we were training for battle, should the need ever arise. Which it probably will, seeing as Apophis is still in the Duat and trying to get out.

I was there with Carter, Jaz, Walt, Felix and a few other new initiates whose names I tend to forget quite often. We were trying to see if we could levitate an obelisk, thrust it forward and knock out whoever we were fighting.

We all used our magic to levitate the obelisk. It was way too heavy to lift/levitate by oneself.

"On the count of three, push your arms back and forth to make it swing!" Carter said in a loud voice.

"One... Two... Three... GO!"

We swung our arms back and forth and got the obelisk to swing. As it was swinging back and forth, I realized something. The tip or sharp end, if you prefer, was swinging towards us.

"Um Carter the obe..." I started to say but then everyone started to yell and I remembered that I wasn't helping to levitate the obelisk anymore. I tried to help them levitate it again but it was too late. The obelisk's point crashed right into my gut and I flew across the library and right into a shelf of honeycomb shaped holes. Pain exploded all across my torso and back. I felt warm blood gushing out over my middle.

"Sadie! Sadie!" Carter shrieked as he ran over to me, "Are you all right?"

I gritted my teeth and pressed my hand against the gash to try to stop the blood from flowing but there was a lot pouring out.

"Do you think I'm all right?" I asked through gritted teeth.

Carter shook his head and said, "You're losing tons of blood and all you can be is sarcastic? You never cease to amaze me Sadie."

All of a sudden, Jaz was by my side, took my hand covering the gash and examined the wound, which was still pouring blood.

Jaz looked up at Carter and said, "This is really bad. I can't heal her here. We need to get her to the hospital. She needs more blood."

"I do NOT want to go to a hospital!" I screamed. Hospitals were filled with tons of sick people. They always smelled the same, like hand sanitizer and that gross smell of new plastic.

Despite my protests, Walt scooped me up off the floor and ran all the way down to Amos's car. It was a BMW. Carter came down with us and glanced at Walt, "You know we're not supposed to drive this thing right?"

My life is in danger and Carter's worrying about rules again. How bloody typical of my idiotic brother.

"Just get in the bloody car if you're going to come!" I screamed at him.

Walt sat me down in the back seats of the BMW then ran to the driver's seat while Carter plunked himself down shotgun.

"How are you gonna start this thing without keys Walt?" Carter asked.

Walt placed his hands on the dash behind the steering wheel, muttered a few words and the engine started. Walt looked back at me and I knew that even that simple demonstration of magic gave him a ton of pain.

"Ever heard of magic Carter?" Walt asked with a grin on his face, despite the pain.

"Um, hello? Someone's bleeding to death back here!" I yelled.

Walt hit the gas pedal and the car lurched forward and zoomed out, onto the road. There weren't very many cars so Walt sped all the way to the hospital.

Even though it only took us a few minutes to get there, that was all the time that it took for me to become dizzy and blackout.