A cool breeze whirls my hair in all different directions as I wait on a bench for my bus to arrive.

It all happened so fast. Immediately after my mother told me the plan, she sent me to my basement to pack my bags.

"Since you are fifteen, and gods are suppose to claim and send their kids to camp half blood at 13, you will be acting as if you are a runaway. Running away, not trusting anyone who comes in your way. We are transporting you to New York City. You will then take a bus to Long Island. From there, Gaea is going to send one of her monsters after you. Do not fear my child, for another demigod will be near."

"Are you sure the monster won't hurt me?" I asks.

Khione ignored my question completely, "And remember, do not use your powers. It's a dead giveaway. Use all your willpower to control them. Do not fail me, child of mine."

"I would never, mother."

The goddess narrowed her eyes at me, her eyes turned as black as coal. "You better not… Or Gaea will have a horrid fate ahead of us both…"

The bus finally pulls up, I get on and walk towards the back. Eyes follow me as I walk down the aisle. These people do not look friendly. Maybe it is how I'm dressed? I had changed into a ratty old pair of jeans (to make it look like I have been on the street), and I have on a black hoodie that is pulled over my head, hiding my face. A pink backpack hangs over my shoulders.

"Damn hooligan," A hear a woman muffle from the first seat.

I sigh and make my way to the very back of the bus and sit in the last seat. I put in my heads phones and lean my head against the window, watching the black of the night blur past me…

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I am walking on the edge of a very tall skyscraper. It looks like the Empire State Building, but I can't be sure. I don't know what I am doing here and I am scared I might fall but something powerful is keeping me balanced.

Suddenly light fills the dangerous cloudy skies and shortly after that, the sound of thunder makes my heart beat rapidly. I begin to feel terrified. I assure myself this is just a dream, and nothing can happen during a dream, right? A cool breeze moves my long hair in my pale face and sends a shiver down my spine.

Out of nowhere I can hear someone screaming, asking me why. They are screaming on the top of their lungs, they sound hurt. The scream seems like it is coming from all around, I call for them but they never stop screaming. I start to hyperventilate and a strong gust of wind blows me off balance with full force, causing me to fall off the edge. I fall. But before I can fall completely off, I grab on to the ledge. I'm just about to pull myself up when a lady with sleepy eyes bends down before me. Her face and body are a blur. She suddenly grows claws, raises them high in the air and comes down, slitting my wrist, and causing me to let go. I scream in agony as I fall. I keet on falling, it is endless. I know I'm going to die. The full force of air hitting me is suffocation me. And just when I'm about to hit the ground…

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I wake up with a start. Sweat is drenching down my face and my heart is beating like crazy. A dark skinned man is leaning over me, his face inches from mine, eyes full of concern.

"Ma'am? You okay?" Her asks as he takes a step away from me and scratches his whitish grey beard.

I rise quickly, "What stop is this?"

"First stop after the Manhattan Bridge," The old man answers. I notice his nametag, it reads: Chuck.

"Oh great! Can you tell me how to get to the Empire State Building?"

He tells me the directions but he has a confused look on his face as he tells me.".. And then it should be on your right. But ain't it a lil' late to be going all tourist?" He replies.

"Oh, I'm not-…" I pause. "wait… What time is it?"

Chuck looks at his watch. " A little past two in the morning."

"Two in the morning!" I yell. I have been sleeping for six whole hours!

I look around the bus, I'm the last one still on. This man must be the bus driver. I flip the hoodie off my head and grab my backpack. "Thanks, umm, do you know where I can get something to-"

I am cut off my the man's sudden gasp. He grabs my left arm and lifts up the sleeve. My eyes widen at the sight. My whole arm is covered in blood. A deep slash is cut all the way down my forearm, dripping blood on the floor.

"What the-?" I whisper as I bring my arm closer to my face. My dream… This arm matches the arm the lady cut me on… How did that happen!?

"Do you need me to take you to the hospital, Ma'am?" The bus driver asks. His voice is full of concern.

"No-no-no!" I quickly look around the bus again then use my other sleeve to wipe the blood away which does no use because the cut keeps on gushing. I roll my sleeve back down to cover the slash and push myself past the old man, running off the bus.

I'm greeted by falling rain that instantly drenches me, making my hair stick to my face. I'm running. I don't know why but I just don't feel safe around here. I want to be back with my mother. I want to be back with her annoying brothers and Boreas. I want to be back in my basement practicing my powers.

The rain starts to fall harder, hurting my head. I can't see a foot in front of me and end up running into something fluffy. "I'm sorry," I say.

In response, I get a strange noise, something in-between a laugh and a growl. I rub my eyes and wait for them to adjust to the lightning. When they finally do, I let out a small whimper of horror.

Standing in front of me is a massive dog looking thing. It is huge, the size of a military tank. It has gigantic claws and extremely large fangs. The creature seems to be smiling down at me.

"He-He-he! What do we have here? A demigod!?" It's voice is very high pitched. It gives me a sniff. "Ohhy, you smell like ice. Khione."

I'm trembling but somehow I manage to choke out a couple of words, "What are you?"

The creature snorts. "I'm a hellhound," It sniffs the air again and looks in another direction then back at me. "and I hate demigods!"

The hellhound suddenly lunges at me. I jump to the side just in time, the hellhound slides across the sidewalk and runs into a dozen of empty trashcans. I start to breath heavily as the hellhound regains its balance. It huffs and puffs as if it's angry and screeches its battle cry and charges.

I thought my mom told me the monster wasn't suppose to hurt me! And where is that demigod that is suppose to come and save me?

That's when I remember. The dagger! As fast as I can, I swing my backpack around my shoulder and open the first zipper. Inside lays a bronze dagger my mother told me to use during emergencies. The hellhound is about three feet away from me now. I thrust the dagger out in front of me as hard as I can just as the hellhound is in reaching distance. Then something abnormal happens. It erupts in yellow dust.

The rain quickly washes it away, streaming it down in a puddle towards the highway.

I feel tired. I just want to lay on the floor and go to sleep, but I know that is not a part of my mission.

"Wow. Pretty impressive," A male's voice says behind me.

My mind is still in shock, battle mode. I twist around and hold the dagger under the boys throat, I can't make out his face in the darkness. "Who are you and what do you want?" I say harshly.

"Whoa! Whoa," The boy slowly backs up. "I come in peace," He holds up his right hand and separates his middle and pointer finger from his others and chuckles. "I had a strange feeling to come out here tonight, and I'm glad I did. I found another demigod."

I narrow my eyes and put my dagger back in my backpack. This guy must be from camp-half blood… I clear my throat. "You're a demigod too?"

The boy nods. "Yeah, I am. Don't worry, you are not alone. There are many others like us. They are all at this special camp for our kind."

I play dumb, "What camp?" I asks.

"Come with me," He says. I'm going to take you to the only safe place of our kind. Camp half blood." He steps closer to me and grabs my left arm. I let out a small whimper.

"Ow," I say as I stumble. The world slowly flips upside down. I'm dizzy and feel as if I am walking sideways, everything is spinning. I start to fall but the boy catches me.

"Oh gods," He yells. "Your arm! You're losing too much blood!" I can barely hear him past the pounding of the rain and the buzzing from my ears.

My body feels limp and my lips numb, but I speak out the words I need to know. "Who are you?" I asks.

The boy leans in closer to me, supporting my jelly body. I can see his beautiful green eyes and his facial features that are full of concern. "Percy. Percy Jackson."

And then I black out.