Rachel Elizabeth Dare and the Children of the Gods

A Boy with a Sword Nearly Kills Me

Look, I didn't plan on any of this. I didn't want any of this. I never.. considered any of this to even be plausible. But, it happened. I was standing on a balcony at the Hoover Dam. Seven hundred feet tall, if you're wondering. I swat a fly out of my face and pull a tissue out of my pocket, to blow my nose. The kid in front of me whipped around, slicing a sword through my waist.
"Oh my god!" I shouted, stunned. What in the world? "Do you always kill people when they blow their nose?" He stared at me without saying anything for a beat.
"You're mortal!"
I return his stare.
"What's that supposed to mean!? Of course I'm mortal! How did you get that sword past security?"
"I didn't- Wait you can see it's a sword?"
What. Is. This. Kid. On? I roll my eyes, catching a glimpse of my frizzy reddish brown hair. I rub my nose.
"Well, it's either a sword or the biggest toothpick in the world," I said. I rub my hip, surprised at the lack of pain. And, you know, I still had my head. "And why didn't it hurt me? I mean, not that I'm complaining. Who are you? And woah," I point at his coat, "what is that you're wearing? Is that made of lion fur?" I exhale, out of breath. The kid still won't answer any of my questions. He glanced at his coat, as if it isn't obvious he's wearing a lion.
His face hardens and he snaps his fingers.
"You don't see a sword," he told me. "It's just a ballpoint pen." I look at the sword, then back at the kid.
I blink, waiting for him to start laughing.
"Um . . . no. It's a sword, weirdo." he frowns, looking at his hand.
"Who are you?" he asked finally. I sigh heavily. Should I really be giving him my name?
"Rachel Elizabeth Dare. Now, are you going to answer my questions or should I scream for security?"
"No!" He pleads. "I mean, I'm kind of in a hurry. I'm in trouble." Oookay.
"In a hurry or in trouble?"
"Um, sort of both." I glance over his shoulder. Oh. My. God.
"Bathroom!"
"What?"
"Bathroom! Behind me! Now!" Jeez this kid is slow.
He slips inside the boys bathroom, leaving me standing outside alone. With skeletons advancing on me. Crap. I take a breath.
"Oh my god! Did you see that kid? It's about time you got here. He tried to kill me! He had a sword for god's sake. You security guys let a sword-swinging lunatic inside a national landmark? I mean, jeez! He ran that way toward those turbine thingies. I think he went over the side or something. Maybe he fell." The skeletons clatter off excitedly. I open the bathroom door.
"All clear. But you'd better hurry." I wipe sweat off my forehead, breathing hard. The kid looks around the corner. The skeletons were running toward the other end of the balcony. The way to the elevator was clear for a few seconds.
"I owe you one, Rachel Elizabeth Dare."
Yes. Yes you do.
"What are those things?" I asked. "They looked like-" "Skeletons?"
I nod, swallowing hard.
"Do yourself a favor," he said. "Forget it. Forget you ever saw me."
"Forget you tried to kill me?"
"Yeah. That, too."
"But who are you?" I almost got murdered, I at least deserve a name.
"Percy-" his eyes widen. "Gotta-go!"
"What kind of name is Percy Gotta-go?"
Percy Gotta-go bolted for the exit.

A/N if anything is inaccurate please let me know!!!