*One month later*
We were on the roof of our shelter. Leo was swinging his legs against the wooden slabs, making a thumping noise. I looked around. There was the bus station, with the final bus coming back for the day. The evening sky was setting, making way for darkness. About two weeks ago, me and Leo found this ramshackled, partly-built structure, so we worked together to try and re-build it. Leo seemed especially good at this stuff, and before long, the shelter was good as new. We had stayed here from then till now, and we weren't planning on moving. No-one could find us here, unless we wanted them to.
"Hey, Al, I'm getting kinda cold. I'm gonna go back down," Leo said. I nodded, and smiled. I didn't really feel like talking. I just sat there in awe at the night sky. Soon enough, though, I slipped off the roof to go and join Leo inside. He was already asleep, so I sat down opposite him, and I closed my eyes.
The sun was streaming through the cracks in the frame, right onto me. One eye slowly opened, then the other. Leo was still asleep.
'Boy, that guy is tired.' I thought to myself. I got up, and went outside. The morning sun was fierce, right in my face. I sat down right there and started to stare into space. I was becoming very good at that. Suddenly, I was jolted to consciousness by a poke from a thin finger.
"Hey, wake up," Leo smirked.
"I wasn't asleep..."
"I'm bored, Al," Leo said. I rolled my eyes.
"Whaddya expect me to do, eh?"
*FastPass to mid-afternoon.*
I was sitting in a corner fiddling with a broken piece of wood, and Leo was now the one staring into the depths of god-knows. Just then, a familiar blaring of horns seemed to be approaching us.
"That's impossible..." Leo said, uneasily. "They can't have found us here..." He was worried. I was too. No-one had come for us until then, so we were a bit rough. I rubbed the pendant around my neck, and it formed into a sword. I gripped the hilt, more for protection than anything else. We went outside to see if the police were there. That was a big mistake. There they were, ready to take us. They caught Leo off guard, and got him by the wrists. Leo tried flailing, and kicking out, but the policemen were actually good at what they did, not those fat bellhops. They tried to catch me too, but I was prepared. I pulled out my sword, and tried to protect myself. I managed, but while I was distracted, they pulled Leo into a van and locked the doors.
"LEO!" I yelled, my heart beating fast. No. They weren't going to take away my best friend. That's when Leo called out. I could barely make out what he said, but I think it was,
"DON'T LET THEM GET YOU, AL!" The van started.
"LEO! NO!" I could feel my morale going lower and lower.
"Come on dear, don't make this hard for yourself! We'll take you some where you'll be safe!" came a voice from behind me. It was the same police man who had grabbed Leo. I pulled a bit of wood off the shelter, and I flung it at the cop's head. It hit him right above the eye. While he was nursing his wounds, I ran. I ran like the world never existed, past shops and houses. My sight was blurry, but I knew where I was going. To the bus stop. I needed to get away from here. Every police station in California was on the look out for me, I was certain, so I needed to get out of the state. Soon enough, I found the perfect thing. A double-decker bus, heading for New York. I climbed underneath the engine, so no-body could see me. Once everyone was on the bus, and it had started, I slowly climbed to the back. I waited until the chaffeur person checked all the tickets, before climbing the rest of the way, on to the top deck. Curling up at the back, I was safe. No-one could see me, and I would make it to New York alive.
"All off board!" The driver yelled. I quickly climbed off the top, down the back, and I lightly jumped off the bottom. I was in New York, and I was finally safe. I made my way out the back, hoping no-body would see me, or at least, not notice me as anything out of the ordinary. Making it to the central (walking all the way) I leaned against a brick wall, and took a breath. New York was really crowded, so it would be dangerous to move about at day, so I searched for a place where I could stay until night fall. I found the perfect place. A brick dumpster alley way. I made my way behind a bin, so I could sit in some comfort while I waited for Dusk. Noises of rushing crowds faded away as my eyes closed, and I drifted into the realm of sleep.
I was butted awake. My eyes flickered, the world in front of me blurry as I adjusted to sight. There was a goat, and it had five udders...wait what? I rubbed my eyes, but it was really there. It butted me, and beckoned for me to follow it. Not having any thing else to do, I did so. It led me left, right, left again, straight, left. I could feel my legs giving way, but my patience was rewarded. A girl with black hair came running up to me, and caught my shoulder before I fell.
"Are you alright?" she asked. My vision cleared. She had short black hair, electric blue eyes, and she was dressed in a long black coat. There were two figures with blonde hair behind her, one with grey eyes, and one with blue eyes. The girl helped me get up.
"This is Annabeth," she said, placing her hand on the girl with grey eyes. "And this is Luke," she continued, nodding in the direction of the tall guy. "And I'm Thalia. Thalia Grace." I stood up, and replied,
"I'm Alex Maxwell." Thalia looked up and down, and then asked,
"How old are you?"
"Seven," I told her. She nodded and smiled slightly.
"That shouldn't be a problem," She said,"Annabeth is seven as well. You and her would get along well." I frowned, and said,
"How do I know I can trust you? And how do you know you can trust me?" Thalia talked to Luke for a while, before saying,
"You're one of us. I can sense it. Have you ever done anything weird, that other people don't like?" I nodded.
"I can heal people. And Mom say-used to say that I had really good aim, abnormally, I think." Luke stepped forward.
"You suddenly used the past tense." I looked down at my shoes, and replied,
"She died in the fire. I escaped." Luke nodded and said nothing more to me. He turned to Thalia, and I heard snippets of their conversation, words such as, 'demigod', 'powerful, and 'Apollo'. Annabeth sidled up to me, and said,
"Are you one of us?" I looked at her, and replied,
"It depends who you are..." I trailed off. Annabeth nodded, and retracted into silence.
*Skip whole run to camp thing. They are now at the camp border.*
Thunder crashed in the sky. Thalia had opened her shield, and had a wood stick ready. Luke prepared his golf club. Grover was...tap dancing? Annabeth was holding her knife across her chest, in an attempt to save her soul-ish, and me? I had my golden sword at the ready, my eyes brimming up. This sword reminded me too much of Leo. The cyclops came thrashing towards us, and Luke ran in front of me and Annabeth. Luke was a big brother to me, and me and Annabeth were like his little sisters. Though I still think he was pissed that he was the only boy. Thalia yelled to us from up front.
"Grover, take the others and get them to camp. I'll stay here to hold the cyclops off." I admired her bravery, and still do to this day. Grover put his arm around Annabeth, put his other hand on Luke's shoulder. He looked back to beckon me to follow, but I wasn't there. Quick as a flash, I joined Thalia down at the bottom of the hill, helping her fend off the monster.
"No, Alex, go with Grover and get to camp," she pleaded. I shook my head, but stayed firmly by her side. I was closer with Thalia than either Luke or Annabeth, and I wasn't going to lose another person close to me. Ferociously we battled, circling the monster, violently kicking ass. I finally struck a blow at the cyclops's leg, and it exploded into dust. However, it caught a final blow on me, to the head, and I felt myself collapse. Crumpling to the floor, I could hear the concerned cries of Luke and Grover, calling my name, then Annabeth, then the last thing I heard before I passed out was,
"Thalia!"
Hi there! Once again, this is really fast paced, and I did some background research, and I found that Leo was actually 8 when his Mom died. It's been a while since I read the books, so when writing this, I may miss out some parts, and the events might be jumbled up, but I will try my best to keep the story on track. The rest of the story will seem a little fast, but ignore that, and I hope you enjoyed the story!
Yours,
MilkAndCheez
P.S- There will be large time gaps, and quite a few time skips too in the middle of and between chapters. Thank you!
