As promised, here is the real Blake chapter! Whoops. And I don't own Percy Jackson- Rick Riordan does. But I do own Camp Demi, along with HauntedAngel15 (Who, yes, is alive!). Please read her story, as well as my own! Merci! ~Berrythorn
Blake
Time. What a misused term. Time simply goes by too quickly, and is too easily forgotten. My name is Blake Livington, and time I need.
Seven years ago, two children made their way through the forest. One was a boy with inky black hair; the other was a girl with light strawberry blonde. The girl seemed to be seven or eight, the boy nine or ten. Both had the same green eyes. They showed no resemblance, but yet at the same time, they did.
"Blake." The little girl spoke to the boy. "Are we getting closer?" The wind blew some hair out of her face, revealing long scratch marks. Something had attacked her.
"I don't know, Summer." Replied the boy, whose name might have possibly been Blake. "But I hope so."
The little girl, whom Blake had called Summer, sighed in reply. It had been five weeks since the monsters had attacked their family. If it wasn't for the children's mother, they might not be walking along a path that hadn't been walked on in decades. They might not be quietly talking to each other. They might not be alive. But they were, and for that price, the two children may never see their mother again.
Summer and Blake continued walking for several more hours, until they came across a sheltered hallow- where they set up camp. Now, you couldn't really call this a camp, but considering who set it up, you'll have to give them some slack.
"I'll watch, Summer." Blake told the young girl. "You go to sleep. I'll wake you in an hour or so for your watch." Summer nodded, and quickly fell asleep. Blake maintained his position for well more than a few hours, letting his companion sleep. But he too began to doze off, and soon both children were asleep.
All was calm until the time before dawn, when the night is at its darkness. Now, you see, something was after the children, and something was the only word able to describe it. For young Summer and Blake were not ordinary kids- they were Demigods. Half mortal, half Greek god. Who their godly parent was, they didn't know yet. And they may never know for the ways of the gods. And because of this, monsters were . . . attracted to them. And not silly monsters as in those furry, fuzzy looking ones from TV shows, real monsters. Ones far greater than your even worst nightmare. Far greater than the worse evil you can imagine. These monsters were true to their name. And nothing was going to stop them from getting their prize.
Summer was the first one to hear the noise.
"Blake!" She quietly hissed at the older boy. "Wake up! Now! Something's out there!"
"What…?" Was the half-asleep Blake's reply. It took him a moment to figure out was happening, and when he did, he immediately reacted.
"Run." He told Summer. "Run as fast again, and as far away as you can. I'll hold them off. And don't try to help me!"
"But-" Summer tried to retort.
"No buts! Go!" Summer looked at him with sad eyes as she stood up. "Run." He told her one last time.
"Be careful, Blake." She said to him. "I'll see you soon, okay?" And with that, she ran, leaving Blake to . . . handle things, so to speak.
Blake stepped outside of their make-shift camp, expecting some horrible beast to be waiting for him. Instead, he found a boy of around his age. He had dark hair, similar to Blake's, and dark eyes.
"I'm not going to hurt you." He spoke, which was basically the last thing Blake expected him to say.
"Who are you?" Blake demanded to the strange boy, not trusting his promise not to hurt him.
"I'm Chris- Chris Silvey. Son of Hades. I was sent to find you."
It has been seven years that I met Chris in the woods that day. And seven years since my little sister, Summer, was never found. My name is Blake Livington, and I am the son of Poseidon.