Grudge, Glimpse, Glimmer, Glass

by PromiseDreamLife

A boat. A cruise, ship actually. About to explode. I would survive. My sister would survive. And that demigod- what was his name? Ah, Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon, current hero of the hour. Year. Couple years. Whatever. He would make it. But what really matters is who didn't. My brother wouldn't. Now I'm not usually one to hold a grudge but... I might make an exception.

2. Chapter 2 - Hellhounds in the woods

Something moved in the darkness. I controlled myself, trying not to let it know I was awake. So there was a reason that I had awoken; not just that I was having the usual horrible nightmare.

My hand moved toward the knife on my belt, before I realized my sister (Kindsey- we were adopted into the same family. That family had been surprisingly unprepared for three demigods in their midst) was sleeping on my knife. I sighed inwardly. Her golden hair sprawled over my side, moving gently as she breathed, in and out, in and out. Next to her, Lexi, still small for her age, snored. Her golden brown hair also splayed out everywhere. Tonight, I was the only one who didn't look like a peaceful, sleeping angel.

I sighed out loud, quietly slipping out from under my sisters, pulling my knife out to face the hellhound, growling in the darkness. The fire must have drawn its attention- I knew it was a bad idea.

The large beast (well, big beast. actually small for its species, I imagined) growled, uncharacteristically sliding away from me, and the fire pit. Maybe it thought it could circle around me, and attack the easier targets. That was not ok by me.

I attacked first, near silent in the darkness. I ran straight at it, jumping high into the air as it reared up, slash across its eyes on my first stroke, landing over its head. The dog howled in pain. I was sure it would wake up my sisters, but they must've been use to it by now. These fights were almost daily, the closer we got to the camp.

The beast was all but blind now, my knife having left a deep gash in its face. The accused weapon dripped blood into my hand and I almost dropped it. But I couldn't; an injured hellhound was still a dangerous hellhound.

Luckily, this dog was a bit smarter than the rest of its brethren I'd met previously. It shook its head woefully, and bounded away into the shadows, disappearing like it had left this very world. I sighed. All I wanted was for one last night, free of any camp woes, free of bad dreams, free of monsters. What did I get? All three.

"Wake up!" I said, going back to my sisters and gently shaking them awake. "We have to get to camp."

"Tonight?" Kindsey whinned.

"Tomorra'?" Lezi suggested sleeply.

"No. Now." I said, as the baying of hounds on the hunt echoed through the woods.