Θάνατος, Φως και Λάθη (Light, death and mistakes.)

Un-timely Sacrifice

My local neighborhood isn't much, mostly just families with young kids. My names Acacia Ilios and as far I know I'm a demigod, I don't know my parentage. Tomorrow I leave for camp-halfblood, I read books on Greek mythology or at least tried too. School sucks, year 11 English is not easy to say the least, like most demi-gods I'm dyslexic and ADHD. 

Nature was one of my favorite things with the sun and all the natural sounds which create their own music. I loved dolphins and the color yellow, I was mostly the same as other kids accept I had never feared death. People had always told me my hair was the color of sunshine, that it's strands were so fine that they could be the suns rays.  Most of the time Mum couldn't get me to stop playing outside, I so happy and carefree then came reality.

Everything about me has changed in the last 5 years, my hair has become as dark as night and the stands have become slightly thicker than before. For some reason my eyes stayed the same deep blue they had always been but that's the only thing that hadn't changed about me. Night is now my favorite time of day, the silver of the moon comforts me. The cold night air still makes me shiver but regardless feels weirdly like home. I still love dolphins but ravens have become a personal favorite along with black wolves. My favorite have become black, dark purple and navy blue.

Anyway it was my last walk around the neighborhood I had always called my home. It was quite depressing really, I forgot to mention that also changed about me. I hate crowds which is ironic since I always used to be the life of the campfire, I feel numb all the time now. Maybe this camp will be good for me, for the first time in months I felt something other than emptiness, I looked around with sorrow at the beautiful place I had to leave. I felt like I was leaving a piece of me here with it. 

I was meant to go to camp when I turned twelve but Mum said it might mean saying goodbye forever and neither of us could do that so we decided until the danger becomes too great I would stay. For months now I have been attacked by monster after monster, but I hid it and pretended everything was fine, I didn't want to leave. Dad contacted Mum last night in a dream saying it was time I left for camp, that we couldn't put it off any longer and with that it was settled.

As I turned my gaze from side to side my eyes locked with a young demi-god, son of Apollo... had to be. He's the spitting image of his father, with no clouds in the sky it made sense a son of Apollo would choose to go for a walk today. Suddenly I felt uneasy, my sixth sense going crazy (my ADHD)... monster. I quickly walked over to the younger kid, I had feeling it wasn't after me but after him. When I got to him I pulled out my celestial bronze dagger Mum gave me on my tenth birthday, said Dad left it to protect from the monsters.

I caught sight of the monster... hellhound. I knew I smelt stronger to the monster than the boy as it immediately turned it's attention to me. Gee, was it ugly. I stepped in front of the youngster shielding him with my life.

My life has been good so far I'm a champion poetry writer and reciter, know Greek, Latin, Russian, German and Japanese. Music and art as well as archery were always my getaways and things that relax me. Mum was always kind though Dad left just after I was born, Mum said he had no choice. I don't resent him for that, I understand not everything that happens in life is something we get to choose. 

A lot of people say you always have a choice but once you factor in responsibility it simply isn't true. A lot of the time responsibility to others chooses for you like right now, it's my job to protect those younger than me. Now you could say I have to turn a blind eye and leave but imagine the pain his mother would go through, hell even his father Apollo would be grieving. The sun would dim, the temperature would drop there might not even be many medical advancements for the next few years. Do you still think I can just ignore it?

The hellhound bounded forward, it was faster than I expected and managed to sink it teeth into my leg before I flipped over it's back and grazed it with my dagger. I could see the cut regenerating, it wasn't enough. I ran back towards the monster, quickly jumping onto it's back I stabbed my dagger down right to the hilt. 

Right before it turned to gold dust I felt those razor sharp claws pierce my windpipe. Gold dust covering me I began to gasp for air as I chocked on my own blood. Dying was horrible, I chocked and gasped trying to force some semblance of air into my lungs. I hear the footsteps of the Apollo kid as he pulled out a thermos of nectar and a bag of ambrosia. He knelt down next to me and placed his hand over my wound chanting in Greek, he was trying to close it but he couldn't. 

"My names Will Solace, I'm a son of Apollo and I'm going help you." Keeping his hand in place to keep pressure on the wound, he reached into the bag of ambrosia and pulled out a small piece. My mind was too fuzzy to see what Will's doing but I could soon taste the Ambrosia, he must've placed it on my tongue. The wound was fatal, we both knew that, why was he still trying to save me? Maybe he feels gratitude cause I saved his life however, the wounds were too bad.

The edges of my eyes began to black over and I heard him swear though I have no real idea of what he actually said. He placed some more of what tasted like cookie on my tongue, it tasted good and calmed me for a moment but the black still descended over my eyes. I prayed to whoever my father was asking him to watch over my mum. As I sighed feeling a comforting weight press onto my chest. 

"Where am I?" I breathed out, this was not what death looked like I knew, it must be some sort of limbo. Cold I curled up, wrapping my arms around my small figure. I was shaking out of cold and fear, this was not right. I couldn't see exactly what I was sitting on and it shook me to the core, this place was just an empty void of nothing. Then gold lit the blackness, a young male stepped out of the light... Apollo. "Don't be afraid little one I'm here to help you."