The blond boy walked us further and further away from our friends.
I couldn't help but replay the image in my mind. Blood running down his front, and his eyes filled with nothing but concern.
They had hurt Leo and the rest of my friends.
As we walked, I glared at the back of the kid's head, resisting the urge to kick him in the back of his oddly well-style hair.
He was about nineteen, only a few years older than me, with blond hair and gray eyes. He walked with a sense of self-importance, something I wanted to rip right out from under his feet and trip him with.
We walked into a camp full of tents. Monsters emerged from the flaps; they stared at us as we walked past. What scared me the most was the fact that amidst the crew of monsters stood half-bloods. Demigods who used to be campers, bits of their orange shirts sticking out beneath their armour.
Why would anyone join whatever this was?
In a large pile near the back were hundreds of golden statues.
He walked us to the largest tent; straight inside, he raised his hand, and the skeletons removed their swords from our backs.
It was nice to not have a sharp object pressed against my spine.
Suddenly, the back of my knees was kicked, and I fell forward into an awkward sort of bow; Melog landed beside me.
"Well, well, well."
He sat on a golden throne above us.
I snorted.
What kind of basic villain shtick was this?
He raised an eyebrow, descending from the throne he had just sat on. Clearly, this guy was poor at planning.
He made his way to Melog, grabbing her chin, "What do we have here? A Blue-skinned beauty."
"Get away from her. Now." I growled.
He turned, looked me over, and smiled. He crouched down to our level.
"And what might be the names of our beautiful captives?"
I was too busy biting back the urge to hit him, so Melog jumped in.
"Elana, daughter of Naiad Daphne." She mumbled.
He turned his gaze to me.
"Cleo, daughter of Athena."
He laughed, resting his elbows on his knees in front of me. Melog and I exchanged glances.
Had I said something wrong?
"I think I would know my own half-sister by looking at her, and you, 'Cleo,' are obviously no child of my mother. I know when the people in front of me aren't human, So I know you lie. (Y/n) Hale."
Frick.
My tongue went dry.
"Antigrafo, am I correct?"
I glared at him.
He leaned in closer, letting his hand twist a piece of my hair before touching the side of my neck.
No.
My vision started to swim, flashing pictures of the night I was alone in the apartment.
My uncle, in his drunken state-
N-no.
A pain shot up through my back, straightening my spine and pulling a scream from the back of my throat.
I toppled forward, crouched on the floor, trying to catch my breath; suddenly, I watched the lock of hair he'd been playing with transform to white again.
Come on! I had just gotten it back.
This was getting ridiculous.
"I've always wondered what one of you would look like if you were mine."
The way he talked about the Antigrafo.
It was almost as if he knew all about them.........
"It was you," I whispered, realization hitting me square in the face.
Red writing flashed across my eyes. He raised an eyebrow, this knowing glint in his eye.
" 'Antigrafo' by Daniel Abernapy."
"Ah yes, I enjoyed reading the books in the big house, but that was one of my favourites. Did you like my improvements? I felt like it gave it more pizazz, no?" He mumbled.
I didn't have anything to say. He knew exactly what he was doing; he'd read the book. He knew all of my weaknesses.
He pouted.
"Aw, have I hurt your feelings?"
He reached out again, his hand slipping behind my head, stroking the nape of my neck,"What a lovely necklace," he murmured.
It was so fast that I couldn't register what he was doing until it was gone. His thumb flicked it open, and he ripped the locket from my throat.
"No!" I yelled.
That was Melog's lifeline; she trusted me to protect it!
He walked back up to the throne, admiring the necklace before dropping it into the jewelry bowl on his right.
He leaned forward.
"If you want this back, I suggest you do as I say, love."
I watched another piece of my hair turn back to my natural grayish white, a sting running up my ribs, forcing all the muscles in my body to go taut.
I let out a muffled scream, trying to show it wasn't affecting me.
"Sorry, I don't speak stupid, I probably won't understand what you're saying," I muttered, trying to catch my breath.
"(Y/n). Don't-"
Too late.
The boy was down the steps and in front of me before I could blink. His hand made contact with my face, and a loud smack echoed across the tent, my body pitching sideways.
It stung, my whole cheek going prickly. I felt something warm run from my face; a small stream of blood ran from my nose into my mouth, and I spat it aside, gasping for air.
"Who ate your bowl of sunshine this morning, thundercloud?" I sputtered.
He scoffed.
I kept my head down, blood dripping off my nose onto the ground.
"Are you alright?" Melog whispered as he turned away.
I nodded.
My thoughts returned to my friends. I could only stall him for so long; they'd better be on their way.
Hurry up, Mcsizzle, I'm not sure how much longer I can keep this up.
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