Hagan Reeds- 13 years old

I open my eyes and breathe in the fresh morning air. I shiver, feeling the cold seeping in through my Orange under armor hoodie, muscle shirt, and jeans. Guess that's what I get for camping out under the canopy at a bus stop last night. Better than sleeping on the cement I guess, at least the bench was comfortable. If only it hadn't rained. I run My fingers through messy brown hair and sigh. Time to start walking again. I stand up and grab my backpack, which holds dual celestial bronze hunting knives and celestial silver throwing knives, just like the hunters use. It's actually pretty funny that I use them, since I have a bit of a... history with the hunters, or at least Artemis. When I was about eleven, Artemis threatened to vaporize me since I was practicing black belt karate in the forest when her hunters were out. I challenged her to a dual, and I caught like a blur. Right before I disarmed her, some hunter kicked me and Artemis won. Luckily she let me go though. I stretch my arms and sling the pack over my left shoulder l, starting to move. I've walked over half of the United States already, all the way from California, where my dad died when I was nine. I'm going to camp half blood in Ling Island. I'm not very close, but I am getting closer, which is something. I run my hand across the long white scar in my right arm, stretching from my shoulder to my wrist. The scar from the Chimera that destroyed my home, that killed my dad. I was only eight years old. He told me the truth about mom only days before that fateful event. My mother is Nike, goddess of Victory. I guess I'm kind of like her, I live victory, I scorn failure. She's up there somewhere. Somewhere. Oh, I've got to get going. The sun will rise soon, and the people will come out to the bus stop. The people who think I'm homeless, the people who could NEVER understand. I start to walk away from the bus stop, off on the main road. I wish I had something to eat, but I don't have any money OR any food, so I'm out of luck there. At least some water... I see a rest stop a while ahead and Sprint towards it, but suddenly a girl runs to me.

"Hellooooo..." no, that's not a girl at all. That's an Empousa. I back away. "No you don't...!" I pull out one of my knives, throw it at her, and with one screech she's nothing but a pie of dust. I'm used to those by now. I get a drink at the water fountain and then start walking on the road, ready for any more monsters that may wait for me. Monsters are easy to deal with, at least most of them are. If I can go 35 or 40 miles today, then I'll make it to camp in... Oh God's, it'll be a while.

One step, two steps, three...

I walk and walk and walk. The sun rises, cars pile not ok the road. Step three thousand, five hundred and forty eight...

A month.

A month more of this, maybe less.

Then I'll be safe.

Sorry this one was a bit short, I'll get into more detail on Hagan once the actual STORY story starts. Thanks to Hagan son of Nike for Hagan (hahaha)! Great character, can't wait to write more about him! Please review this chapter! Please please PLEASE!

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