Adira has never been a normal girl. Plagued by monsters and a mysterious past, she walks the streets of New York City alone. Soon she happens upon two young demigods who show her a magical camp for people like her.
She soon has friends-a family...
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Really, I didn't mean to meet them. This wasn't organized or staged. I had never heard of Camp Half-Blood until now.
Walking along the bustling streets of Manhattan had become a habit of mine. Despite the constant air of danger, of stares from passerby or funky scents drifting from alleyways, I found it quite relaxing. Getting on my feet for a while and taking my mind off of things eased my mind.
Today, I was simply minding my own business.
Oh, who am I kidding? I was not minding my own business. I was running. A monster of some sort with the size and the teeth of a bear had been stalking me for over a block, its leathery, snake-like wings nearly brushing the tops of passerbys' head's. Unsurprisingly enough, no one seemed to care or even notice the hulking creature. I was used to it. No one ever saw the monsters that plagued me.
Except them. They appeared out of nowhere.
Well, only one of them actually appeared appeared. Right out of thin air. I had just turned a corner into a dark, creepy alleyway with a dumpster that was being raided by raccoons when someone jumped out in front of me, wearing an orange shirt, her storm-cloud eyes blazing at the monster.
The girl appeared to be a couple years older than me. A knife was clutched in her hand and her curly blonde hair sailed behind her as she raced toward Batman-If-Batman-Was-A-Failed-Lab-Experiment.
A couple seconds later, a boy with dark hair and narrowed bright green eyes dressed in an orange t-shirt raced around the corner. Seriously, what was the people's issue with wearing orange? Dreadful color.
The boy took a single ballpoint pen out of his pocket as he crouched into a fighting position.
Is this kid actually about to fight Sir Wings-A-Lot with a ballpoint pen? I certainly wouldn't choose that as my go-to option for battle in an abandoned alley. Then again, I've never been in a battle in an abandoned alley.
I was about to turn and run off to continue minding my own business and leave the beast to the pair when a glint of light caught my eye.
The boy, in fact, was not going to attack the beast with a pen. Instead of a regular pen, a gleaming sword was in his hands, and he jumped on the creature to attack.
The boy and girl fought the monstrosity in sync, sharp weapons slashing at the beast and performing intricate moves that reminded me of a sort of dance. The boy then managed to land a hit right into the chest of the creature, and it exploded into a thin, black powder that rained down like confetti.
Awesome. Maybe these guys knew what they were doing. Which probably meant that I should stay out of their way.
The teens then turned their glaces to me. I stuffed my hands into the pockets of my hoodie, feeling awkward. That wasn't unusual. What was unusual, however, was the fact that these two kids just took down a monster that only we could see with swords. Whoever these people were, I didn't doubt that they would tear me to pieces just like what they did to that monster.
"If you don't mind, I best be going now," I muttered before sprinting away. I could hear their feet hitting the ground behind me as I gave a sore attempt at running. I had never participated in sports or major exertion in general, and soon I was wheezing as if I had just run a marathon with a cold.
I turned a corner, then several more, until I was 99.1% sure I had lost them. Peering around and seeing no sight of them, I paused to catch my breath in gasps.
I felt a hand grab my shoulder, and I jumped about five feet into the air. I whirled around, and there was the boy, regarding me closely. I turned away from him, preparing to sprint away even though my breath still wasn't back to its normal tempo. My heart hammered in my chest.
"Please don't run again," the boy pleaded from behind me. I could hear the hurt and desperation in his voice. Who were these people?
Rendering it pointless to escape, I decided to face him once more. The girl was beside him now. I guessed that she could either turn invisible or teleport. Both would be equally ridiculous, but, welcome to my world. Ridiculousness was a daily occurence for me.
"What do you want?" I spat. They didn't seem shaken by my tone. Instead, they seemed perfectly calm. Or, on the opposite side of the spectrum of silence, deathly serious.
"A better question is, who are you?" The girl asked, curious, her stormy grey eyes shooting daggers at me.
"And better yet, who exactly are you?" I countered.
"Fine. We'll tell you who we are, and you'll tell us who you are," the boy asked, attempting at a compromise.
The comprise succeeded. "Fine," I said begrudgingly.
"All right. I'm Percy Jackson, and this is Annabeth Chase," he said, sticking his finger at the girl when he said her name. She frowned but leaned closer to him, her arms crossed.
"I'm Adira. Adira Matthews."
—raven speaks!
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i wonder who these random people are... annabeth? percy? who are they?
