So now I, Cassidy Braden, have a huge supernatural dog. How do I know this? My sister told me. That's right, Erica knew I was a demigod and didn't bother to tell me. Ok, I should probably start at the beginning.
So, I was sitting on my rock, minding my own business, when this huge dog just shoves me in the water! I get up to yell at it when it just licks me. Call me a sucker, but I just laughed and let it. It was really big. Then I looked at its tag, which happened to be bigger than my face, and found out its name was Juliet, or Jules. So I took my giant dog home to my older sister Erica. She was 22 at the time, and my legal guardian after my mom died when I was 4. I ran up the steps of the huge old mansion I called home. The wooden stairs creaked under Juliet's weight as she followed. I opened the large oak door and ushered her inside. We headed down the dark hall, with it's peeling wallpaper and peculiar dusty smell. We took and abrupt turn left and ended up in my sisters yellow orange kitchen. Erica's kitchen was a perfect square, with more peeling orange wallpaper and old creaky appliances. The tile cracked, the celling was low, and the lighting was horrible. It was my favorite room. I walked over to Erica, who was sitting on top of the old yellow counter, cross legged. She was reading a Harry Potter book. She looked up when I stopped, then noticed Jules.
"Oh, Cassi! You found a hellhound! Get back!" then her green eyes flicked to its collar. "Oh, you're from camp aren't you?" She asked Jules, who barked, wagging her tail and knocking over pots in the process. They clanged loudly against the broken tile, making me wince at the loud noise echoing around the eerie silent house. Erica turned to me with the most serious face I've ever seen.
Erica is usually a really laid back person. She wears ratty clothes with holes and let's me do what I want. She's rather good looking, with shiny straight black hair and bright inquisitive green eyes, quite the opposite of my super curly blonde hair and blue eyes. But she also has many long scars criss crossing her whole body.
"Cassidy, I have to tell you something." she began, pointing at the rickety old table in the corner of the room. I dutifully sat on it.
"Yeah?" I asked.
"You know those old stories I told you? About Demigods and Gods?" I nodded. Erica's carefully crafted stories of mythical beasts and Camp Half-Blood had been one of my favorite pass times growing up. "Well, they're all true." she said matter of factly.
"Oh, " I replied. Juliet woofed in agreement. I frowned. Why wasn't I surprised? Mostly, I just felt like everything made sense all of a sudden. I had never really believed Erica made up the stories, simply because she didn't have a creative bone in her body. "Ok. That makes you really a daughter of Zeus. You didn't just make that up? Well that explains how we continue to have power all these years." Erica laughed. "So, does that mean Jake Mason and the others are real people?" Erica sucked in a breath at the name, but nodded.
"Yeah, " her voice cracked at the end.
"Eric," I started, but she looked away. In the stories, she hadn't exactly left camp on good terms.
"I'm ok Cassi. But the thing is, now you know who you are you need to be trained. And I," she straightened, "Need to stop hiding. The others need to know what happened to me. I need to see them again. But we need to go about this lightly. You take the hellhound-"
"Juliet." I interrupted quickly. She glared. I glared back.
"Juliet," she amended, "Go to camp. Ask them about me. Break the news that I'm ok slowly, got it?" I nodded nonchalantly. "Cassi, please listen! Do it gently, please, for me? Then Iris Message me." I did a double take.
"That's real too? Awesome!" I grinned widely. She smiled back weakly, and I instantly felt bad. If everything she told me was real, then I felt really horrible for her.
"Sorry," I muttered, feeling awful.
"It's ok, you are excited." she jumped off the counter gently and limped over to me, patting my shoulder. I stared at her leg. She had always told me the injury happened in a car crash, but story Erica had a different tale to tell. Erica's leg was crippled beyond repair, all the bones crushed and painfully pieced back together, but she still couldn't use it properly. The scars all over her body held new meaning now I knew the truth. She told me they were from the crash, but story Erica's truth was so much worse. She frowned.
"Stop staring at me, Cassidy Olivia. Now take this and go." she limped over to the top drawer and threw a bag at me. I grabbed it. Nothing happens for a second until Erica grew impatient. "Go Cassidy! Go now!" she shooed me from her kitchen, down the old hallway, and down the steps. She waited on the old rotting porch. I turned to look back at her, Juliet standing at my side.
"Now? Can't I bring anything?" I called.
"Nope!" she shouted back, "Go away!" she waved her hands before limping back into the old building. I sighed.
"Well, Jules. We'd better get going."
Hi guys. Sorry it's been a while, but I'm super excited for this. Now, I'm sure you've all got a million questions, like what happened to Erica, or why did I mention Jake Mason? I'd love to tell you, but I won't! I would love to hear you guess though! I might or might not tell you if you're right! So please review!
Melissa.
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