I had to keep going. There was no choice. I'm almost there. I can't love too much, I can't trust too much, I can't care too much. Because that too much has hurt me so much.I could faintly see a pine tree and an arch with
some wording lit up by torches. Torches? Interesting way to light something up. I focused on the sign and my Dyslexia started acting up. I finally made it to Camp Half-Blood.
I was finally there. I thought I was going to make it when I heard a sickening crunch. I screamed at the top of my lungs. Pain shot up my leg and I summoned my sword. I quickly killed the monster and tried to get up, only to
realize that myankle was broken. Crap! I still had 10 yards to go and I couldn't walk. I started dragging myself towards the property line and summoned my bow to replace my sword. I shot 10 or so monsters and kept dragging myself towards
the border. I heard shouts and orders being given. I must have made a ruckus.
I sighed in relief as I crossed the property line. People ran past me to engage in combat with my perusing monsters. My eyes started to close when people picked me up on a stretcher and hauled me away.
Safe. Finally safe.