It's been about a week since I was kidnapped and placed here at Camp Half-Blood against my will. They say that monsters will smell my scent, the ichor, the golden blood of magical creatures and gods and goddesses, running through my veins. So I can't go out of the camp's boundaries at all. They don't even get it, do they? That beyond this stupid place is my true home, my world. They all say that this is my home, that I should be grateful that those three found me. They all say that as soon as they came here, they felt that is where they truly belonged, home for them. I don't listen, I can't. I don't belong here, not by a long shot. I always feel uncomfortable, jumpy. Like I'm about to get mugged or something. My skin prickles, my breath starts getting labored, and I want to run away, far away. This place is overpowering, radiating with immense and magical power that I'm not used to.

The only place I feel slightly safe was in the forest, though I always had to have someone with me. They think that since I'm blind, I'm weak. That I need protection. They are just so clueless...

I'm not completely blind, you know. For example, it's like the way you see underwater, hazy and unfocused. After that, add in a rainbow of colors and you got what I see. Because of this disability, they try not to let me fight, or do anything really. Very annoying. I can see the outline of things, black and as clear as day. So it's not a problem. They don't listen, though...

Anyway, back to the forest part. It was long and vast, vibrant with plant and animal life. Trees were so closely clumped together that you had to step carefully, for fear of tripping over an exposed root. Satyrs and nymphs scattered the place, playing tag- which usually meant the satyr chasing the nymph in hopes of getting a girlfriend-or using their magic to grow back parts of the forest, like; lifeless trees, yellow grass, burned bracken or bushes. You know, the sort of thing magical creatures do and all. Maybe I feel more comfortable in this place because I woke up in a forest similar to this one, near New York City. I was, apparently, found a couple miles from a burning down scientific laboratory. Not just any laboratory, though. Chiron suspected that monsters kidnapped innocent demigods there, keeping them to give them to a high up monster, or just to eat them. Me being found there, with third-degree burn marks and looking unhealthy, that just confirmed their suspicions. Maybe having no memory was a good thing, because then I wouldn't have to remember being tortured by monsters or anything...

I was also slowly getting used to the fact that there were Greek Gods and Goddesses, not just one God with angels and Jesus by his side. Yeah, that took a harsh blow to my religious beliefs. Took me a few days to stop freaking out over that part. In the beginning, everyone thought I was in shock; not eating, talking, or drinking. I just slept, cried, and stared at whatever was in front of me. I actually felt numb inside, empty and dead. I just couldn't believe it. That there were large hungry monsters out there, just waiting to kill me. That there were Gods and Goddesses that would strike me down in an instant if I disrespected them in some shape or form. A very scary world I now live in, I would have rather lived clueless and unknowing, watching T.V everyday and chatting with my best friends. If I had any friends, though... Yeah, that's a downside to the having-no-memory-whatsoever-part. I didn't know what my favorite color was, what I liked to eat, what I loved or hated, or what I was really like. So, that makes me experiment. A lot. Broccoli doesn't taste good, by the way. Yup, another thing I just couldn't resist 'experimenting' on. I also didn't know my name. Nobody had any idea what to call me until I just picked something on my own. I chose something from Greek mythology, Penthesilea. Or just Pen for short. Penthesilea was an ancient Amazonian queen, she ruled the Amazons, a nation of all-female warriors. That's pretty awesome, in my opinion.

Right now, I was in the forest, per usual. I was sitting on a large, dark gray rock that always seemed to be bathed in sunlight, usually comfortably warm. A place for me to relax. It was in a small clearing, where no trees were. You could stare up at the sky and watch the clouds go by. Or, for me, the outline of clouds... Yeah, I had to have someone describe the place for me. But there wasn't anyone with me today. Just the trees, sun, and sky. I needed a break, so I sneaked away. Just for a little time alone, that's all I want. I'm always by someone. Be it by the lake, in the Hermes cabin-the place I now stay at-or just the mess hall. They try to be discreet, but it's kind of obvious they don't think I can handle myself. It get's very frustrating after a while. One thing I did learn while I was at this stupid place, was that I hated being taken care of.

I sighed, feeling the breeze skim over me, cool and refreshing. I was lying on my back on the rock, staring at the sky. For me, it was splotches of blurry red and purple, the clouds barely visible with hazy streaks of yellow. Every minute or two, though, they changed colors. Just like a kaleidoscope.

The sunlight was streaming in, covering my whole body like a warm blanket. I, of course, was using this advantage to soak in some sun. By now, my skin was probably a light tan color, but I have no idea. I don't know what I look like. To me, my skin right now looks like a pale green. I could ask anyone anytime, but I don't have the heart to. I don't want some stranger telling me what I look like, I want to see what I look like.

My eyes were closed, my whole body was starting to get lulled into relaxation. Probably not a good thing when you're in a forest filled with monsters, but this place made me feel...protected. Like there was a barrier around this place, a bubble of protection. I never heard a hiss or a growl, never saw a claw or a tail of a single monster here yet. Well, I don't think I'd really be able to see a monster, the outline I could, but not the whole thing.

Suddenly, there was a snap of something. Maybe a twig? Whatever it was, it made me jump and hastily sit up. Everything was colors, the outlines were there, as usual. The only thing that wasn't ordinary was a foot. It was sticking out of a bush in the the treeline. Wait. A foot? The odd thing about it, was that I could see it perfectly. It was dark tan, like a Native American person.

My heart pounding, I tried backing up, but only succeeded in falling off the rock. I felt open air before I hit the ground with an oof, landing right on my butt. I winced, scrambling back a bit . The foot twitched before taking a step forward, revealing a clothed leg. It kept going until it was in the clearing, a few feet away from me.

Yeah, your probably thinking: 'Wait, I thought she couldn't see anything?' Don't worry, it shocked me, too. Let me explain. The whole person's body was incredibly clear and sharp, not hazy or blurry at all. But when I looked at the grass next to it, it was red and blurry. I could only see the thing in regular vision.

He was a boy, maybe my age, about sixteen or so. He was tall, probably about 6'2. His hair was deep and dark brown, untidy with a few tufts sticking up sticking up, going down to his shoulders with a white feather woven into it. His eyes were chocolate brown, but they seemed...animal like? He seemed well muscled, had tan skin and was wearing a black shirt with blue jeans. He was shoeless.

"S-stay back... Don't hurt me." I whimpered, scooting back a bit.

I was scared. Another thing about me, was that I'm a coward. I get scared easily. I'm the type of person that watches a bully beat up a kid, just because I was scared of getting hit myself. Not very heroic or honorable, but that's who I am. Not everyone is perfect, right?

The boy continued to stare me calmly, like he was trying to figure me out. His eyes were intelligent, that's for sure. They glinted with life and something I quite couldn't place.

"Γιατί θα σας έβλαπτα?" he said, strong and deep, but with a young tone.

That caused me to look at him incredulously, trying to figure what he was saying. It sounded like Ancient Greek, but I'm not sure. Unlike the other half-bloods, my brain isn't hardwired for it.

"Er, hi?" I said uncertainly, giving a little wave.

The boy frowned, looking like was concentrating.

"Won't harm..." he said in a garbled voice, like he never spoke English before. "Am friend..."

I sighed in relief at that. I shakily stood up and stared at him, wondering why he was here. Was he going to kidnap me, like these weirdos did? Maybe bring me to another camp for superheroes now?

He blinked a couple of times before taking his fist and hitting where his heart would be.

"Name Geoffrey... Geo."

A/N: Meet a new character, Geoffrey. Or just Geo. He's an important part of the story. He originally speaks Ancient Greek, not English. He only knows a little. :3

At the part where he was speaking in Greek, he was saying: "Why would I hurt you?"

Also, I made a mistake last chapter. I put that Pen was temporarily blind, but it's permanent. Sorry for the mix up. XD

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