Disclaimer: I am not Rick Riordan, so I do not own Percy Jackson. Dammit. I only own my OCs
Annabeth
I would like to say that I was paying attention to my surroundings and saw the girl lying at the edge of the lake. But the truth is, I stumbled over her as Percy and I were taking a walk before breakfast. When I turned around to see what I had tripped over, I gasped, my hand flying to my mouth. There, on the shore of the lake, was a girl, one arm reaching out towards the lake, fingers bloody, and her other hand cupping her abdomen, blood oozing from between her fingers. I ran to her and knelt down beside her.
"Where did she come from?" Percy asked, kneeling beside me. I didn't answer, just touched her neck, trying to find a pulse. I found it, after a few seconds of fumbling, but it was weak, barely there. I was starting to worry, she had obviously lost a lot of blood and needed medical attention now.
"Come on" I said as I stood up. "Help me carry her to the Big House, she needs help, now" Just as Percy touched her shoulders, she woke up, looking around confused.
"Urgh" She groaned, lifting her head off the ground and sitting up. When she saw us, her eyes widened in fear.
"No, no it's ok, we're here to help" I said, trying to sound soothing. Her eyes dilated. She stumbled to her feet, one hand still holding her blood soaked stomach.
"Hey look, it's ok. You're safe here" Percy said, trying to calm her down. She must not have noticed him, because when he spoke, she spun to face him and backed up into a tree. She spat out a word, probably a curse, in… was that German? Not once had she taken her eyes off us.
"Hey, look let's just get you to someone who can fix you up, alright?" Percy asked, taking a few steps towards her. I immediately knew it was the wrong move. She was surrounded and scared, her pupils had dilated so much you couldn't even see the iris. She was a cornered animal. Quickly, she kicked Percy in the gut and ran. I knew I should go after her, but I knelt down beside Percy, who was holding his stomach
"Did that hurt?" I asked, surprised. He nodded, grimacing. "But how?"
"I don't know" He said as he stood up. "But, we need to talk to Chrion"
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I needed to rest, badly. But first I had to find a safe place. My whole body felt like one giant bruise, and I was stumbling like a drunken person. There! Up ahead was a pile of boulders. In between two, there was a crack, large enough for me to just squeeze through. Slipping into the crack, leaving a smear of blood along the way, I found a small cave. My legs couldn't hold me up any longer, and they buckled, sending me on my hands and knees. Luckily for me, and my abused body, the ground was covered in a thick layer of moss. I crawled over to the far wall, and rested my back against it, curling up in the fetal position, and falling into a deep, dreamless sleep.
I am terrible at onomatopoeia, so I apologize for the crappy noises ahead of time. So, whatcha think? The chapters will be longer, I promise. Pinky swear