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:::: Skye's POV ::::

Thankfully, the door burst open when Ms. Dodds screamed 'Die, Honey!' Just in time. I yelped as I dived into a ton of cardboard boxes sitting on a aisle. The boxes exploded as pens rained down across me. My vision blurred as my ears hammered with pain, but I could make out a blurry figure battling Ms. Dodds with a stick… no, two sticks. Was it sticks? I groaned in pain as I tried to sit up. The back cramp was nothing compared to the pain that I was feeling right now.

I pressed myself to see closer.. my vision cleared. The figure - a man - was wielding.. not sticks, but two swords, one in each hand. I gasped as I recognised the figure. It was none other than Grant Ward.

I shakily stood up, my knees trembling and knocking with fear. I grabbed the closest thing I could find - a pen from the box explosion. I stepped towards the scene. Grant was fighting with all his might, but I could see that he was tiring. Ms. Dodds must've seen it too, as she swooped her claw at him. Thinking 'I must be crazy', I dived in, knocking the cap off the pen in progress as it transformed beneath of my eyes, parrying the blow. I was no longer holding a sliver sleek pen. I was holding a sword.

Ms. Dodds screeched as I sliced from her claw upwards, clean through her body. Not a split second later, she exploded with a 'Poof!' into gold dust.

I felt like quoting one of those people in TV shows 'What. Just. HAPPENED.'

Grant tapped/pushed the ends of his blades together. Before my very eyes, the blades grew smaller and smaller, until a pair of familiar glasses rested on his hand. My brain was so messed up that I couldn't even think — 'The glasses..' I murmured.

He looked out of the window of the storeroom, now shattered and broken 'Yeah, that.' A million thoughts raced through my mind, mostly involving on how he got a pair of dagger-glasses that would weight probably a million tons on his nose, or why did Ms. Dodds explode into gold dust like what happens in a party. I tried to speak, but he cut me off. What was it with all those people cutting me off? National Don't-Let-Skye-Speak Day? I howled with frustration. Grant glanced around me, as if he expected another Ms. Dodds to suddenly appear and yell 'Boo!'

He grimaced, as if he'd been through enough of situations. 'We have to go. We can't even stop by her desk to get some Nectar and Ambrosia.' Wait, he was thinking of those weird and awkward shaped cookies or whatever-he-called-it at this time? 'The 0-8-4…' he trailed off. 'Never mind.'

'Where are we going?' I panted wearily. I ignored the 0-8-4 whatever-it-was comment. I decided that I would ask him about it later. Somehow, a part of me expected him to say: LOL, just a prank, and by the way, it's also April Fools! But another part of me knew better.

I've never seen Grant's eyes like this before. Instead of the calm and focused look, or the steel mask, his eyes were wild and alert, darting back and forth. He replied: 'The only place safe for people like us.' My head tilted in confusion. Not wanting to look me into the eye, he continued: 'Camp Half Blood.'

Grant literally shoved me into shotgun of his truck as he climbed into the next spot. He kept murmuring 'No.. the time isn't right.. No!' as he twisted his key. The engine spluttered as it blinked to light. Without hesitating, he drove his truck in a frenzy, as the truck a trail of smoke behind. I crashed into the left side of my seat while screaming 'Ughh!' as I tried to fasten my seatbelt.

I blinked as I looked into the side-view mirror. 'We're in the.. highways?' I asked. How did we get here so fast? And I thought I was a fast driver! I shook my head as I saw the landscape past — no, blur beside me. With a jolt, I realised what was wrong. We were going fast — too fast.

I looked at the Odometer — Instead of going at a expected 110km per hour or more, I saw a number so large that it shouldn't even be in the chart. Were my eyes playing tricks on me? I rubbed them with both of my fingers.. no, they were working fine. I gasped in horror. The truck was going at 2200km per hour and increasing.

'What the heck, Grant!' I screamed — or should I say, tried to scream. The roar of the engine was deafening. Somehow, he heard me over the roar. 'Gift… father… Speedster.. Gods.. Hermes!' He yelled, but I couldn't really make out the sentence (well, duh). I shut my eyes. When I opened them, I could make out a strawberry field in the distance, and a 6-foot tall bull.. standing in the middle of the road. Grant, seemingly unnoticed of the 6-foot tall bull towering over the road (how can he not notice?!), sped towards him. I heard the bull roar as it used both of its hands to flip the truck over. I heard Grant mutter 'Uh Oh' before it crashed into the fields..

I stumbled out of the truck, gasping for breath as the bull towered over me. It wasn't any bull though. He had a human torso, but it was covered in fur. His arms and legs resemble the ones of a bull with human hands. He had the face of a bull, but his eyes were glowing red with fury. The.. Minoutar? I groaned as I tried to stand up. Keyword: tried. What luck. Two monsters out of my imagination within a single day. I wondered if I was dreaming. I squeezed my eyes shut and concentrated, trying to will the Minoutar to disappear. When I opened it, he was still standing over me. Great.

The Minoutar seemed to eye me with interest. He cocked his head sideways, as if he's amused of what I'm going to do.

Grant suddenly stumbled out of the ruins of his truck, landing right beside me and gasping for his breath. He suddenly grew quiet. I wondered if he finally noticed the Minoutar towering over the ruins of his truck, or if he was oblivious of the fact all along. That King Idiot. I smiled at the thought, even in the situation where a Minoutar from the Greek Myths was towering over you, as if wondering if it should kill you or not.

I guess the Minoutar suddenly came to his senses, as he grabbed a sharp piece of metal from the ruins of Grant's truck, and swung it at me. I yelped as I rolled over, causing the metal to embed itself into the ground. It stuck. I found myself looking at a hill, with a pine tree at the top, as if dominating the landscape. The Minoutar growled as it pulled the metal free from the ground. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Grant behind the ruins, signalling at his glasses. Our eyes met, as a plan was communicated between us, even though I got a F (don't ask me why they had these lessons) in communication skills in the foster homes. It is simple plan - I would distract the Minoutar from the front, while he would stab the Minoutar in his back. I waved my sword around - Somehow, it grew brighter. The Minoutar growled from the light, but kept advancing. 'Are you so stupid that you can't eat a cow for your life?' I sneered. My insults sucked, but the Minoutar's nostrils flared. He let out a roar as he ran towards me.

I had no idea how I knew how to fight, but I felt as if a part of me was unlocked. I saw every little moment, knowing where the Minoutar was going to attack me at and letting my instincts take over me, blocking the blow or dodging the blow as if I was doing it for my life. As the Minoutar was about to strike at my chest with his makeshift-sword, he suddenly froze when his metal was one inch away from my midsection. I looked to see the tip of Grant's dagger sticking out of the Minoutar's stomach. What happened registered in the Minoutar's mind, as a look of fear crossed in his face - I guess. I never saw a bull look in fear, anyway.

The Minoutar staggered, threatening to fall ontop of me, but before he exploded into golden dust. I had a million of questions that I wanted to ask, but I settled on 'Celebration first, Questions later'. I fistpumped and shouted 'Yeah!' as I held out my other hand up. Grant looked a little disgruntled, but he reluctantly held up his hand to Hi-Five me. Suddenly, I felt a wave of nausea overcome me, as if I just realised that I fought a Minoutar. I felt the world spin, as black dots appeared and danced in front of my eyes.

Despite the crazy ride, Grant smiled. I thought I heard him say: 'Welcome to Camp Half-Blood' before I blacked out.

::: :::

Her footsteps hammered into the ground as the group ran. She found herself looking at the moon, dominating the cold landscape. The figures became clear under the streak of moonlight, but she didn't recognise any, only dimly noticing that the one running beside her, the supposed 'leader', had a regal look, and he had startling grey, stormy eyes. She had no time to ponder on that, though. She heard howls behind her as she sprinted deeper into the forest, with her group running behind her. She ran uphill, as the howls pierced through her ears. 'We're nearly there! Just keep on running!' One of them yelled, in a vaguely familiar voice. 'We can't get there in time. The hounds and others will outrun us. Go! Keep going. I'll hold them off.' She found herself saying. 'No! They'll kill you!' she heard the leader say. She didn't reply. She ran, but not away. She found herself running straight into the pack of monsters.

:: AN ::

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