Post by alanamatte on Feb 23, 2012 21:57:15 GMT -5
I walked into Camp Half Blood, my head reeling. Then again, my head had been reeling since December 3rd, my fourteenth birthday. That was the day that I had found out my past. Who-or what I really was. A demigod.
My head spinning, I looked around the camp. Everyone seemed so happy. Smiling, laughing with their friends. I couldn't take it any more. I turned around and ran. I ran outside of the gates. I knew it was dangerous. "Demigods get killed all the time." My mother - the mortal one, that is - had told me with tears in her eyes. "You can't be out of our site anymore. It's too dangerous." I didn't want to die, so I didn't go outside of view of the large gates, just in case. I wasn't a bad kid, and followed the rules.
"Ow!" I whimpered and stopped quickly.
There was a long scratch running from my elbow to my wrist. It wasn't bleeding yet, but it hurt pretty badly and I could see where the skin was turning red. It was a tree branch that had scraped me. I looked up. It was a large tree, reaching it's arms out to the wide blue sky. I reached my arms up to the tree, and grabbed a branch. I reached my legs onto the branch and slid my body up. I continued. Arm, arm, leg, leg. It came naturally to me; the climbing. I wondered if if was one of the "powers" I had. Was that what they were called? I had no idea. I had no knowledge what-so-ever of the gods. I knew that I was going to be so out of place here. After I climbed over a few more branches, I sat on a sturdy looking one, thinking hard.
My whole life had been a lie. My mother was Athena, and she had given me to my parents when I was just born. Were they my parents? Yes, they still were, and they always would be. But I wasn't really related to them. Athena, I still couldn't bear to call her my mother, didn't even know if I was alive. My mother, my mortal mother, had told me what Athena had told her. It was a hard time for the gods. My mortal mother was the only one that she could trust with me. That was it. I had no idea that I was a…demigod. It was still hard to believe. My parents weren't my parents. My sister and brother weren't that.
I was glad that I hadn't bothered to dress well, like I normally did. After everything that had happened, it just took too much effort. Sitting on the branch, I looked at my clothing. I was wearing a 'We Will Rock You' t-shirt, a pair of worn jeans, and a pair of red Converse sneakers.
I heard a branch snap. My heart leapt and pounded in my chest. I was going to die. I ducked my head behind a bunch of bushy green leaves.
"Hello?" Someone said loudly. "What are you doing?" The voice asked.
I held my breath. My arm tingled. Small red specks of blood were starting to form on my scrape. I knew that I would need to put some antiseptic on it soon if I didn't want it to get infected. Which, needless to say, I didn't.
"Come on down." The voice said.
Taking a deep breath, I lowered myself out of the tree, landing on my feet.
My head spinning, I looked around the camp. Everyone seemed so happy. Smiling, laughing with their friends. I couldn't take it any more. I turned around and ran. I ran outside of the gates. I knew it was dangerous. "Demigods get killed all the time." My mother - the mortal one, that is - had told me with tears in her eyes. "You can't be out of our site anymore. It's too dangerous." I didn't want to die, so I didn't go outside of view of the large gates, just in case. I wasn't a bad kid, and followed the rules.
"Ow!" I whimpered and stopped quickly.
There was a long scratch running from my elbow to my wrist. It wasn't bleeding yet, but it hurt pretty badly and I could see where the skin was turning red. It was a tree branch that had scraped me. I looked up. It was a large tree, reaching it's arms out to the wide blue sky. I reached my arms up to the tree, and grabbed a branch. I reached my legs onto the branch and slid my body up. I continued. Arm, arm, leg, leg. It came naturally to me; the climbing. I wondered if if was one of the "powers" I had. Was that what they were called? I had no idea. I had no knowledge what-so-ever of the gods. I knew that I was going to be so out of place here. After I climbed over a few more branches, I sat on a sturdy looking one, thinking hard.
My whole life had been a lie. My mother was Athena, and she had given me to my parents when I was just born. Were they my parents? Yes, they still were, and they always would be. But I wasn't really related to them. Athena, I still couldn't bear to call her my mother, didn't even know if I was alive. My mother, my mortal mother, had told me what Athena had told her. It was a hard time for the gods. My mortal mother was the only one that she could trust with me. That was it. I had no idea that I was a…demigod. It was still hard to believe. My parents weren't my parents. My sister and brother weren't that.
I was glad that I hadn't bothered to dress well, like I normally did. After everything that had happened, it just took too much effort. Sitting on the branch, I looked at my clothing. I was wearing a 'We Will Rock You' t-shirt, a pair of worn jeans, and a pair of red Converse sneakers.
I heard a branch snap. My heart leapt and pounded in my chest. I was going to die. I ducked my head behind a bunch of bushy green leaves.
"Hello?" Someone said loudly. "What are you doing?" The voice asked.
I held my breath. My arm tingled. Small red specks of blood were starting to form on my scrape. I knew that I would need to put some antiseptic on it soon if I didn't want it to get infected. Which, needless to say, I didn't.
"Come on down." The voice said.
Taking a deep breath, I lowered myself out of the tree, landing on my feet.