Yes, dawls, this is a new character created by myself so please don't sue Rick Riordan if you absolutely hate this character. Theres no way I'm good enough to create someone as awesome as Percy or Nico or Sadie...First person to review on what you think of her gets an imaginary carrot! For the rabbit in you!
Scarlet
Resounding cries echoed behind me as I made an effort to lengthen my strides. I knew what they were after and there was no way they were ever going to get it. So why wouldn't they just give it up. Their feet were slamming against the concrete as they sprinted after me. I tore across the streets and through the alleys. There was no way they would ever catch me. Grinning, I leaped through the field across the way from my house. Finally, the pounding lessened and their panting told me they were done chasing me... I made the lethal mistake of stopping for a moment to taunt them. They once again were running. Faster then I'd ever seen them run before. With a wild cry I slid into my front lawn and sighed with relief. As always, they forget about the boundaries, and slammed head first into were dust before they knew what hit them. But more would be back tomorrow.
I winced as I saw that I had left my window open with my rope ladder hanging out. Mom would kill me if she ever knew about my sneaking out. I had been doing it since my tenth birthday leading to today, my thirteenth birthday. Mom had always told me that I was the bridge between two worlds and if I ever left home, I was sure to be gutted by angry gods or gnawed on by monsters. She believed in the Greek gods and the Egyptian gods as well. I have no idea how that works out but if I even ask my mother the slightest question about her beliefs, she practically has a seizure. Dad left when I was a baby. I don't remember anything about him, but I remember the night he left. He and Mom were shouting at each other and then Dad packed up and left the next morning. I always knew my mom was hiding from something, but I never knew what. Lately, she had been acting even stranger than usual, as if something was telling her to do what she did, as if she no longer had a mind of her own. I gripped the rope ladder and swiftly climbed into my bedroom. Mom was sitting on my bed, weeping bitterly. She jerked her head up when she realized I was there. "You! Scarlet, you could've been killed! I can't believe you've been disobeying me all this time!" She screamed. "I can take care of myself mom! I'm not a little kid! I'm thirteen as of today!" I replied. "It'll only get worse after today, child. The monsters...they'll keep coming, except stronger, smarter, and faster. You won't be able to escape after today." Mom replied gravely. Tears streamed down her face. "You can't keep me locked up forever! I'll run away, I'm fast! Faster then they could ever be." I snarled. "I didn't want to do this. But the protective boundaries your Father put up around the house, they wont hold up much longer. They're getting weaker ever day." She said. "What do you mean the boundaries that Dad put up?" I questioned. Mom sighed. "It was a command from Zuess." She said. "This is no time for your idiotic beliefs!" I shouted. "Its true! All of it! Your Father was Hermes, Zuess's messenger. After you were born, Hermes realized you were different."
I groaned. Mother had a pained look in her eyes. I moaned. I didn't want to believe her,but my Mom never lied, and she seemed dead serious about this. "Okay, Mom. I believe you." I comforted. "You...You do?" Her eyes shimmered with tears making her seem like a small helpless child. "Yes," I replied, squeezing her hand. "Now explain to me what you mean when you say that Dad realized that I was different?" I questioned slowly as not to upset her again. "My Father, he was the blood of the Egyptain Pharoahs. The Egyptian gods no longer remain in this world, but since you were born, thirteen years ago, the risk has gotten higher that the gods will meet gods and..." Mom shuddered. "I...I don't know what I would do then." I admit, I was confused out of my mind. But I nodded for her to continue. "When Zuess found out you had been born, your father, the faithful servant of Zuess-" Well, that was the closest I'd ever heard my mom come to sarcasm. "He left us. Zuess was scared out of his mind. But no way would he admit it. He put up these boundaries so that you could never leave...and I was told to enforce into your mind that when you were thirteen...you could leave...a safe haven would be open to you...but you must never reveal about your Pharoahs blood. Do you hear me, Scarlet?" I nodded, speechless. "When do I leave?" A sharp rap on the door answered my question. Mom hurriedly swung the door open. About twelve girls stood there. All about my age, and all carrying a bow and arrow. The tallest one, her dark hair short and spiky grabbed me by the arm. "My names Thalia Grace, Daughter of Zuess, and Hunter of Artemis." She began. "I'm Scarlet, Daughter of Hermes...I guess." I said. Thalia's eyes darkened. "Hermes..." She muttered. I wondered just how much she actually knew about me. Recovering, she dragged me out the front door, not even giving me a moment to say goodbye to my mom. And leaving me wondering just what I had gotten myself into.