Chapter 4
I opened my eyes and saw a dimly lit alleyway, lined with boxes and crates. In the back of the alley, there were two figures, who seemed to be locked in combat. Suddenly there was a horrible screech, and one of the figures exploded into dust. The victor of the battle stepped into the light. The girl wore jeans and a hoodie, ripped in places and covered in stains. Her hair was long and blonde, and she held a long celestial blade in her hand. I watched as she climbed over the crates and ran out of the alley. Suddenly, her path was blocked by a short man with a goatee in jeans and a t-shirt. "Excuse me, young lady, I'm Mr. Nicolous and I want to help you. She eyed him suspiciously, evidently having bad experiences with people offering help, then turning out to be monsters. "Are you even human at all?" she asked. "No, I'm a satyr and I come from camp half-blood, a place for people like you."
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