When the screams stopped so did Abby. There was a sob that was followed by another scream. Abby could sense that they were close by; she followed her gut and veered a sharp right, almost hitting a tree. As Abby got a mile from the border the trees and vegetation got thicker and thicker. She uncapped her sea green BIC pen and spun it in her right hand to form a three foot celestial bronze sword with the sea green coloring as a wave pattern on the blade. On the sword's guard it read the word Maelstrom, her sword's name.
She was getting closer to the screaming and sobbing. There was also a few words that were audible, but heavy sobbed out and decipherable. She swung her sword to cut down some plants that were in her way as she ran. Her long hair whipping behind her in the crisp, autumn air.
There was a girl and boy on the forest's bed. The girl was sobbing and the boy stood next to her bending down, his hand on her shoulder. They were over a body that was bloody and barely breathing; it was also a boy. Abby approached with caution and got a better view. The girl had beautiful, straight blond hair. Her eyes were a green-blue but seemed to shift from one color to another. The boy next to her had dark hair. It was shorter with the front of the hair spiked out slightly; he was Asian as well, just like Abby. As for the boy they were standing over, his eyes were shut, but he had dark brown hair that was curly. In Abby's opinion, the curly haired boy didn't have too short hair or too long.
The boy covered in blood looked in critical condition, and Abby knew she had to do something. She walked over, the tip of Maelstrom's blade pointed down on the ground. Her sneakers crunched the dead leaves with every step she took. The girl and Asian boy looked up at her. Abby looked at them and stepped closer, "I won't hurt you, I'm here to help." The girl eyed at her sword and the Asian boy tightened his hand on her shoulder in a protecting way.
"You can see my sword can't you..." Abby said, heaving out a sigh. They two of them nodded, unable to speak. Abby took the cap of the BIC pen from her left hand and brought it toward her sword's tip. Once it was a few centimeters from the sword's blade, Maelstrom shrunk back into its pen form. She capped it and shoved it into her jean's pocket.
"How...?" The girl squealed out, but Abby waved her hand as if to wave the question away; the girl was silent again. Abby knelt down to examine the bloody boy's condition, "He's in critical condition..." Abby confirmed from her last assumption, her face grim, "I know who would be able to fix him. It's a mile away." She looked up at the two who must have been his friends as well, "What happened?" She said and examined a long, deep claw mark on the boy's chest. The blood flowed out of the wound immensely.
"We were attacked by these dogs. They were giant... And looked like mastiffs!" The boy said and the girl nodded.
"What are your names?" Abby said, getting annoyed with referring to each of them as 'the girl' and 'Asian boy'.
This time the girl spoke, "Maddie is mine and his is Russell. The boy who was attacked is Nathan." Abby nodded and looked at Russell and then Maddie and then Nathan.
"We need to get him back to camp. I can get him to camp if you to can make it a mile." The two of them nodded, "Good. You'll need these." Abby searched her pockets for any weapons. She gave Maelstrom to Russell and found a switch blade dagger that, looked like a pocket knife closed up, and gave it to Maddie. The dagger's blade was golden from Camp Jupiter; Imperial gold, "Head that way, and I need those weapons back too." Abby finally finished her words and looked at Maddie and Russell for a response.
The two of them looked at each other and nodded before speaking in unison, "Got it!" They started running off in the direction of Camp Half-Blood. If they could see through the mist, Abby had a feeling they were demigods.
She put her arm around Nathan and tried to stand up. He gave out a slight moan; a sign of life, "Stay with me, don't you die." Abby said and got Nathan up to a standing position. He was taller than her by almost a foot; she stood to a little past his shoulder. He moaned again and then there was a low growling and then a bark and Abby cursed in Latin under her breath. She had to concentrate and the Hellhounds were close by, she could sense it.
She did her best to shut out any sounds as the Hellhounds crushed dried leaves underneath their paws; they were getting closer and closer. A wind picked up once she was in complete concentration. She had left arm tightly around Nathan's waist to keep him standing and he leaned on her for support. Her dark eyes were shut tightly now and Abby could feel the air crushing and condensing her. She had never tried this technique before and now couldn't have been a better time to try. All her thoughts were on the location of Camp Half-Blood. The air was sucked out of her lungs as she felt her body faded into nothing.
When the two of them materialized again they were just inside the camp's border. She screamed out in pain and her vision was blurry. Her grip loosed on Nathan and he fell to the ground. She looked forward, blurry figures running toward the two of them. The corner's of her lips curved up ever so slightly.
She fell forward.