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Chapter 1-
SIX POV
I never cared about the Gods. Whomever I was the daughter of never concerned me. For all my life I had only cared about surviving. Finding scraps of food, traveling from city to city, living in the walls of restaurants and so on. I had the advantage of being able to eat very rotten and old foods without getting sick, but at the time I thought nothing of it. I never really spoke to anyone, but partly because I never learned to speak, forget reading. Letters still look like a random jumble of soup to me. I was born about 12 years ago, and I’ve been alone for as long as I remember. I must have had someone to take care of me when I was a baby, but whoever it was is anywhere now.
I never thought anything would really change from the way I lived life. Or, I didn’t have a concept of change at all. Now, I’ll tell the story of how things did, and how I became the most hated half-blood in the world and a prime enemy of the gods of Olympus.
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I was frustrated. This had been the third restaurant I’d had to flee this week. Usually I can get away with hiding at one place for at least 2 weeks, but I’ve been getting very unlucky lately. Police are usually pretty easy to hide from too but I guess I’m getting bigger.
It was getting hot, as the June sun had risen to the center of the sky. But I still wasn’t going to part with my old gray sweatshirt. There I sat on a bench in central park, enjoying a burger I had been able to snatch up. I was too consumed with enjoying my food to notice a boy approaching. Finally noticing him right in front of me, I looked up just as he sat down next to me. I wasn’t concerned because it was just a kid and I could fight them if needed. But regardless, I stood up to leave just to be safe. He then said something to get my attention but I wouldn’t have understood anyway. I pushed into the trees and found a nice log to sit on and continue eating in peace. I listened out in case the kid had followed me but heard nothing. Letting myself relax, I took another bite of the burger but as I looked up I saw the boy mere inches from my face!
Reeling back in panic I fell over and hit my head on the ground. “I should have been able to hear him! He made absolutely no noise!” I thought. Now I was nervous. I looked up and studied the boy. He was a little shorter than I was, and was wearing a pair of light blue jeans and a simple dark blue T-shirt. He had curly blond hair and a set of piercing green eyes. Under normal circumstances I would’ve found him very un-intimidating but the more I looked at him the more I realized that something wasn’t right. His eyes seemed to pop out of his head, and he was much taller than I had originally realized. His arms grew about 3 times their original length and his skin degrading into dark, dry, tissue at a rapid pace. “Am I going insane? What the hell is that thing!” I thought. Turning to run, I heard him speak again, this time in a low, gravely voice “How lucky for me, easy hero lunch. Not a strong one but it’ll do.” I sprinted away but this time it was in hot pursuit. It was gaining rapidly, and I could hear it crashing through the bushes behind me getting louder and louder. It seemed like it was toying with me and it made no effort to be silent like before. Realizing I wasn’t going to outrun it, I screamed for my brain to make a plan. “If I can get back to the pavement it may decide to grab a larger human. Maybe the police could kill it, or someone will help me escape.”
I darted behind a large tree and turned left, still hearing the crashing and thumping behind me, and I was starting to feel its wind on my neck. The foliage was at last clearing up and I burst into the light and my feet hit concrete. But I wasn’t done yet, and kept running and rushed to hide behind all the people that now surrounded me.
I was expecting screams of terror and panic was was shocked when I only heard a few giggles from the adults around. I turned around and there was the creature still on my back but neither the children or adults had reacted to the monster in front of me. I was about to die and they were just chuckling and smiling at me! The thing didn’t seem to care about them either, and shoved through the crowd to get to me. Its emerald eyes focused on me with scary intensity. Realizing my plan wasn’t working, I dove back into the trees in a wild panic to hide but it was much too close now and I couldn’t escape. Its long fingers slammed against my ankle flipping me clean over onto my back. I desperately attempted to scoot away but it gripped my ankle extremely hard, completely breaking it. I screamed in pain, knowing that I couldn’t survive this, and finally lost consciousness.
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When I finally came to, it was dark out. I slowly sat up and looked around, trying to gather my thoughts. I was covered in leaves and sticks, but also a strange layer of dust. I then felt a harsh pain, and remembered about my ankle. Squinting in the darkness, I saw that it was fully wrapped in a bandage. Confusion struck me, and I was left wondering what had happened to the monster chasing me. “Did I just imagine it? But then how did my ankle get hurt, and how did it get bandaged.? How late is it?” However, I was unable to dwell on it further because upon looking up to check the sky I found myself gazing into two empty eye holes of a paper bag wearing child, silently and peacefully sitting up in a tree watching me.