Making Waves 10

Sasomeii

It had been a month since I left Camp. And I could deal with the constant battles with monsters and all. But the pain without Kyoya around was driving me crazy. I sat on the wet muddy ground and sighed. I had to have him with me. I was always tired and depressed. I was covered in bruises, and my eyes were totally lifeless. Shedding a couple of tears, I figured out what I needed.

Three things:

Kyoya

A team

A place to call home

Something like that. And until I got those, I will either going to die or I was going to be driven mad. I didn't know where to find him, heck I didn't know where I was going to find anything. I wasn't sure was I was or anything. I started sobbing with emotion in the forest.

Suddenly, a silver arrow stuck beside my head. A piece of paper read on it: Turn around. When I did, I saw the Hunters of Artemis. My heart started humming as an idea came in my head.

"What's wrong?" one of the smaller girls inquired.

"I want to go…home," I choked out the last word.

"The forest isn't it," Pheobe shook her massive head, "come on, Sasomeii. Let's get you back to Camp Half Blood."

My eyes widened. "How'd you know?"

"We pay attention more than you think," a taller girl spoke, "Thalia is back there. She said we had to find you and bring you back."

"Camp Half Blood isn't my home," I protested it quick, "I need Kyoya. I need a family. I need a real home. Not a camp."

"What about your dad?" a young girl asked.

"He's dead," I growled, "he was driven mad. I had to take care of my little sister solo. But she died, and…well, I was left alone with my crappy uncle. Then he dumped me off at school. So that is not happening." I dispised talking about it even now.

I saw all the Hunters exchange looks. It was like they had telepathy for a few minutes. I was considering running when Pheobe spoke again.

"Come on, we'll get you to Kyoya," she said, taking my arm. I freed it and followed them.

I know I looked pretty awful. So they put me in an outfit just like there's, washed my hair, and healed my major wounds. For the next two weeks we traveled. I must have impressed them, since my half-blood instincts kept us alive. When I saw the worn sign of Camp Half Blood, I suddenly decided I didn't want to leave the Hunters.

But who did I need more: Them, or my true love?