HEY THERE! SO SORRY I'VE BEEN AWAY SO LONG BUT I HAVE BEEN SUPER BUSY WITH SCHOOL AND STUFF. . . IT WAS ACTUALLY RATHER DIFFICULT TO TRY AND MAKE THE INTRODUCTION OF NIKITA INTO NARNIA AN. . .INTERESTING EXPERIENCE HAHA, I RE-WROTE THIS CHAP. LIKE A BILLION TIMES TILL I FINALLY FELT THAT I WAS RIGHT! HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY AND DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW, LOVE YOU ALL ENJOY!

I DO NOT OWN NARNIA OR THE PERCY JACKSON SERIES, ONLY NIKITA AND THE IDEAS IN MY HEAD :P

CHAPTER 2: WOLVES, AND FORESTS?

Being a demigod means being able to think straight and keep your cool in any situation no matter how was something that I've always prided myself in being able to , regaining consciousness in the middle of a snow covered floor went way beyond abnormal even for me (and that's saying something).

Being a demigod also means knowing the exact moments for that little thing we call the "Fight or Flight" reaction, and hearing blood thirsty wolves running fast in your direction would defiantly be classed as a flight reaction situation.

It must have been an hour since their howls started and I'm pretty sure they're hunting me. I started running at the first howl and I've been going ever since. I don't think I've ever been so lost in my life, not even when I was trying to find my way to camp Half Blood for the first time.

At least then I had a basic idea of where I was and where I needed to be going. I have no clue how the hell I ended up in this damn forest, but I'd bet every last snow covered tree in this place that it had something to do with either the Gods or Kronos. Although, I'm pretty sure that if it was one of those two it wouldn't be a pack of hungry wolves I was running from it would probably be something like a Harpy, Hydra or Minotaur.

I knew that I needed to rest. Not only because I needed to figure out where I am, but also because the wound that Chase gave me before I killed him was still losing a lot of blood. I could feel it rushing from the sword slash; slipping down my back over my armor and dripping down onto the fresh white snow staining it a bright crimson red. No wonder I haven't lost the wolves yet, they have a perfect scent trail right to me. All they have to do is follow the trail of blood. That and I bet the fact that I'm so slow and weak at the moment isn't helping me get away any faster.

That last blast of lightning really took a lot out of me. Every time I pick up my legs they're feeling more and more like they're made of lead; Heavy and unwilling to move. I can't keep this up much longer. What would Percy do? What would Annabeth do? What would Thalia do? Well, I knew the answer to that question. Thalia would do the same thing I should do, they all would.

Make a final stand and take as many of them down with me as I can.

It was then that I decided that I would make a final stand. Just a little further and then I would fight with all the energy I had left. I am Nikita Alexina keravnos; Daughter of Zeus God of Lightning and King of the Olympian Gods. I will not be conquered.

And with that last thought I broke through an opening of trees and into a clearing. It was an open area covered in snow and a little farther off there was a frozen river with a house that looked like a dam in the middle. I could just make out lights coming from inside the tiny house. That house was my best hope to get any help. If I could just. . .but it was too far away. The wolves would have caught up with me by the time I was half way to the river.

I would never make it. With that final sad thought I reached up to my hair and pulled out my chopsticks feeling their weight change becoming heavier as they transformed into my celestial bronze twin fighting blades. Turning around and stood in a stance that would provide easy movement and looked into the pitch black opening of the forest with my best battle smirk lingering on my lips.

It was time to face the big bad wolf.

The first thing I saw were the eyes. The glowing yellow blood thirsty eyes of a predator. I quickly counted how many pairs I saw 1…2…3…4…5…6. Six pairs of eyes. I was screwed. They crept out at a leisurely pace. They had me out numbered and they knew it. They were fast, strong and hell bent on killing their next meal, and you could see it in their faces. They started to form a circle around me. Snapping and lunging but never really going at me seriously or trying to bite. They were teasing me trying to intimidate and make me as scared as possible so I would have a lesser chance of defending myself.

I tried my best to keep my eyes on them but I couldn't help letting my eyes wander to the little house that would provide me some protection. If only Percy and Annabeth were here then we'd have a fighting chance. Suddenly the wolf closest to me lunged out teeth snapping with a feral look in its eyes. I moved fast without thinking and before I knew it I had plunged my right blade straight up through the roof of its mouth and my left straight into its chest and through the heart. It let out a piercing shrieking howl and suddenly went limp.

I was frozen in place.

All I could hear were the angry malice filled snarls and howls from the other members of the pack as the mourned over their dead member. I quickly ripped my blades out of the dead wolfs corps and prepared for the wrath of the now broken pack to be unleashed.

I still to this day have no idea how I was able to make it out of that fight alive. It was absolute chaos; everywhere I turned there were big angry wolves with sharp, pointed teeth, glowing yellow eyes, all of them foaming at the mouths as they lunged and ripped and tore at my clothes and skin over and over again, all of them out for my blood.

I didn't know what to do and no matter how hard I seemed to pray that my father would help me in some way, shape or form even with just the smallest lightning bolt he never did or that Annabeth and Percy would come charging in all guns blazing and help me fight them off they never showed. And for the first time in my demigod life I felt well and truly alone.

It was in that exact moment when I realized I had nothing left to lose-except possibly my self-respect-if I died here and now that I started to charge up my blades with as much lightning as I could possibly gather.

It was dangerous and stupid considering I had already completely short circuited myself earlier with that stunt I pulled on Chase, but I couldn't see any other way out of the situation. I lifted my blades two blades up above my head and began to concentrate on summoning a beam of lightning coming down from the sky and running down along the celestial bronze of the sharp blades to my hands holding tightly onto the handles and engulfing my hands in the static, electrical power.

The wolves had backed off now out of fear and instinct, but for some reason seemed to be frozen in place, not that I was complaining. Once I felt as though I had built up enough power I quickly pointed my swords at each wolf redirecting the lightning so it would strike them directly in the heart instantly electrocuting them and leaving the smell of burned fur and flesh hanging in the air.

It was worse this time, the pain was unrelenting and my energy was so completely spent that I didn't even notice I had fallen to my hands and knees in the snow. My vision was going gray and fuzzy around the edges and I knew that if I had any hope of surviving at all then I needed to somehow make it to that little hut along the river. Shaking and muscles burning I was somehow able to slowly make myself stand up, however as soon as I went to take a step forward I felt light headed and my knees buckled under.

Unable to walk I began to crawl.

Come on Nikita, you need to make it to that house. I could almost hear Annabeth's strong voice commanding me to keep going. Don't you dare give up now.

By the time I made it to the door of the small house I was barely able to keep my eyes open and on the brink of passing out.

I was just able to knock on the door three times before collapsing.

The last thing I remembered before completely succumbing to the slowly growing darkness was the instant feeling of safety and warmth as the door opened and a beam of soft light shot out accompanied by a woman's voice calling for help from inside the house.


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