[No Reyna, I'm going first this time! You always get to start us off!]
Oh, don't mind her. She's just my-[OW! Stop hitting me!] Sorry about that. So it's 8:09 am here and I-we decided to record what happened at camp year and why we need your help. Wait-I didn't get that part yet did I? Well of course not.
Okay, Reyna is telling me to quit stalling and get on with the story. So, with no further ado I shall start it off!
My name is Luke Achilles Fowl by the way, and I first ran away when I was ten. Now I'm not going to tell you about my whole journey on the run because that will just take too long. So why don't I start at the part when Camp Jupiter found me, when I was on the run. I had run away because for almost half my life I was called a mistake, no-good unlucky Luke the 3rd. [Stop laughing guys] I was called this by my family all because I was born a Roman into a Greek family. I was most often away from my home, so school was of no help either. I went to places like group homes or jails-or (sorry) 'school' if you could really call it that. Basically the schools I went to had some pretty insane things going on. Like what you ask? Like the teachers and staff for one, the name tags.
The name tags my teacher or teacher's helpers had been very odd. The names usually read weird things like ' hi my name is DIE DEMIGOD' or 'JUPITER'S HATERS'.
Which, if I had known why they had name tags with things like 'Jupiter's Haters' then they would have had a taste of my blade Imperial-Oh, right, getting off track here. Point is, they were monsters and I was a demigod. Meaning, I was their food.
So long story short I was on the run.
Counting today, it would be my first month on the run. I had grown used to sleeping in the outdoors. However, I was not used to the idea of not knowing when my next meal would be. If I wanted to eat I would have to steal.
Which I hate doing.
As I walked along the sidewalk, I kept getting this cold hard feeling sitting in the bottom of my empty stomach. Something or someone was following me. And they or it weren't alone. I started walking a little quicker now, knowing that they were or must have been closing in on me. I was now on the sidewalk of the bridge.
To my right was a hundred foot drop, and to my left the good old classic traffic, which took up the rest of my remaining battling zone. The view up here was nice…for now. The cold feeling in my stomach was now raging. Meaning, that they weren't that far off from finding me. Up head I could see a man in an all-black coat and a matching cowboy hat blocking off the sun and hiding his face minding his own business, as he lit up his smokes.
I took in a shaky breath.
They stood behind me now.
"Hello Luke." Said a woman. I spun on my heels and took out my butter knife that I had used in battle countless times before. And boy, I was not excepting this.
The lady was in fact beautiful. She had a mix between brown and red hair. Her eyes were bright green, with love and hate at the same time. Now how was that even possible? When you're a demigod-you learn really quickly that anything is possible. She smiled with no true feeling and spoke. "Oh, now where are my manners? I'm Lamia. "
My body betrayed me. I couldn't bring myself to attack her. My mouth also betrayed me. I couldn't even make a peep. This for some reason made the lady Lamia smile. "You're so foolish, just as your father once was hundreds of thousands years ago." Lamia said as she made her way closer to me. That's pretty much when I noticed that Lamia was slithering rather than walking towards me. "W-who are you?" I asked as I tried to get my body to move again. Lamia was in no rush to kill me apparently. She just giggled at my question and replied. "You truly don't know whom I am child?" With no other choice I shook my head no.
Sure, I couldn't charge and attack, but I could nod.
Why not?
The cool wind picked up, blowing back my blond hair out of my eyes. "I am Lamia, mistress of the god Zeus himself." She told me. I remembered how my gran told me stories about him. The god Zeus and how he destroyed his evil father and became the new king of Olympus-or did he create Olympus? Either way, he was a very important Greek god. "This made Zeus' jealous wife, Hera, kill all of my children and transform me into a monster that hunts and devours the children of others." She continued. "And I what does all this have to do with me?" I demanded, as I tried to hide my fears. I mean, who in their right mind eats kids! As Lamia slithered closer to me, the hotter and woozier I felt. My vison of Lamia changed. The air seemed softer, the hate and the cold feeling as well as the urge to kill her seemed to melt away.
What's going in on here?
Lamias eyes began to glow. "Simple. I dislike the Olympians and their children. I now serve the sky god."
My mouth felt dry. The sky god did not sound like someone friendly to meet. As Lamia slithered closer the man dressed in black walked up, and placed his strong hand on my shoulder. "That quit enough." He said. Lamia froze and made a hissing noise. "Dam Hermes and his bloody magic!" she growled. "This child is still too young. You know full well that he is still in the hands of the Fates protection." The man continued. Lamia took turns glaring at him and me. "For now." She murmured, and then gave me one colder smile. "Oh, do not fear Luke Achilles Fowl, the day of my revenge against you and you patron." She said before disappearing in a burst of flames. As she did so, the same strong hand pulled me back from the scene.
"Let me go!" I yelled, as I kicked and punched. But of course, the man refused to let me go. He had to be at least about 13 or so. "Calm down first." He growled. I did a few more kicks before giving up the fight. "Good. A little long then expected, but good." He said before taking his shades of. "I am Drake Fowl, Luke do you not recall your older cousin?" he asked me. I let out a cry before running into his arms. "Drake-please, I c-can't go back now!" I whimpered. Drake sighed as he hugged back. "That's why you're going to stay at Camp Jupiter little man."