Legend Of The Demigods' Prophecies: The Tale of the Lost Beast {✓}

Chapter 1

CORAL

They had surrounded us. “We got no other choice” said Percy
“So we fight?” I asked
“We fight,” Annabeth agreed and we charged with a battle cry.

Well, you readers are probably confused, let me rewind a bit. Percy, Annabeth and I were on the beach, enjoying a little bit before I had to return to Camp Half Blood in a few days. We were casually strolling around on the beach like any other couple and their 16 year old annoying third wheeling sister would.

Let me give you guys a little backstory about me. My name is Coral Winters, I’m 16 years old and I was brought to camp at the age of 13 which was a year before the Titan War. I was almost instantly claimed by my dad, Poseidon. I was confused, confused as fuck, like any 13 year old would be if you told them Greek Gods were real and all those weird activities and monsters that you saw on the streets wasn’t your sleep deprived brain hallucinating. At first people kind of treated me like I was some kind of a virus. Staying away from me and talking in hushed tones whenever I passed them but some of them were kind enough to explain what was going on and show me my cabin. They told me all about my brother Percy Jackson. I was curious to meet him after all the praises I had heard, but I guess that meeting him wasn’t written in my destiny because one day a girl with blonde hair named Annabeth stumbled across camp and told us Percy was dead. I was shocked. What? How? Why? Everyone looked at me like I was a curse and I was grieving for a brother I never had the chance to meet and then Boom! He crashes his own funeral. The other campers thought it would be best to leave my introduction to me because they all knew what had happened when Tyson had showed up. So I went and introduced myself “Hey! I’m Coral and I’m apparently your sister” blah blah blah.He looked shocked at first but then he hugged me and I realised we had the same eyes and from there our relationship as the best brother and sister duo flourished. We fought every battle together, I helped Annabeth cope when Percy was taken. Well we’ve gone through a lot which brings us to the present situation.

We were walking on the beach taking in the beautiful view of the sunset. Percy and Annabeth walking hand in hand and me just lingering behind them. I had this weird feeling settling in my chest that something bad was going to happen. Now, I really wish that feeling would’ve stayed a feeling.
As we were walking some big ass ripped dudes with weird tattoos on their forearms, riding their bikes came and surrounded us.
“Yo guys we don’t have any money” Percy said, throwing his hands up in surrender.
“We aren’t here for your filthy money, Perseus Jackson,” one of them said.

Uh oh this was about to get messy and then they started to transform.