*Third person view*
A boy who looked no older than 22 walked stiffly on the dewy grass, a few hellhounds and his two giant-bear body guards at his side. The boy was scared, as he suspected anyone would be if the hellhounds smelt something as strong as they implied. He turned his flashlight left and right, trying desperately to find any sign of movement beneath the trees. The hounds suddenly lifted their heads, ears twitching, and anyone in the area could here the faint sound of shoes pounding on the dry grassy path. The trees to the forest loomed overhead and a few drops of water fell on their heads.
They ducked into a few bushes, leaving out a small basket of chocolates that make you fall asleep, thanks to a child of Hypnos back on his ship. The footsteps came closer, and closer... and then they stopped. They couldn't see through the bushes, and the hellhounds looked agitated by the branches. The box dropped to the floor, and the footsteps continued.
The boy looked shocked. He peeked over the hedge to see a girl, 15, maybe, walking down to the water. A piece of chocolate was missing from the box.
"Sir," said one of the bear-like creatures, "Xaviar said it wouldn't work on-"
"Demigods, yes, I know," the boy snapped, "Just... wait here. I'll go see who he is. Maybe he wants to join us."
They nodded, but looked a bit sadder than before.
The boy stepped out into the light, then rushed forward, trying to be as silent as possible. Then a twig snapped, and the figure up ahead pulled out a long celestial bronze sword. They gripped a green backpack, but it was still to dark to see what they looked like. They looked back hesitantly, then bolted off the path.
"No! Wait! I'm one of you!" He panted, sprinting after her.
"Go away!" They yelled. It was a girls voice... soft and creamy.
"Please!" He said, gaining speed, "Stop!"
He jumped forward and grabbed her foot. She fell into the dirt and squirmed around, but he held her feet tight.
"Get of! Please, I just wanted some chocolate. I'm starving," she pleaded.
The boy looked confused, then laughed lightly and helped her up, "It was meant for you. We wanted to see if you were special, like us, miss..."
She looked him up and down. "Emily. My name is Emily... not sure of my last name. Been to about twelve foster homes in my life... hate my origional parents for sending me away."
His eyes twinkled, "well, we have the perfect place for that. C'mon Emi, I'll show you my yacht. No adults, just don't destroy the ship."
She laughed, a beautiful, long laugh that the boy would remember forever.
As they walked back, the boy completely forgetting his body guards and hellhounds (only two), they spoke about her interests.
"I like sea green, and sunset orange."
"Pizza."
"I'm scared of anything lurking at the bottom of a body of water."
The boy listened intently, taking in every word and processing it in his mind. He asked the question, then, that every newbie of their kind was asked.
"Do you know much about greek mythology?"
She looked him, "Uhm, just a little bit. I didn't really go to school, so I read some books..."
"Wait," he said, "you're not dyslexic?"
Her eyebrows raised, "No... is that bad?"
"No, it's just... most demigods are dyslexic. Are you ADHD?" He asked.
"Yeah, what's a demigod?" She replied.
"I'll explain at the ship. We have room for you and six more, but you're sharing a room with a few other girls," He said, "that is... if you want to come."
"No," she said sarcastically, "I won't to starve to death in the middle of the summer."
He chuckled, "Alright, well, here she is."
They walked out of the forest into a small clearing. Her eyes widened ad she gazed up at the massive ship.
"Wow!" She exclaimed. She looked back at the boy with wide, questioning eyes.
"What's your name?" She asked.
"Luke," he replied, "Luke Castilian."