got bored again... its currently 12:41 in the morning so lets see if this continues on
A 17 year old satyr, Grover Underwood meets another 15 year old demigod, Isabella La Rue. When Zeus accuses his friend Percy Jackson of stealing the master lightn...
I was about 10 years old when I had first arrived at camp. Clarisse was about 11. I still hadn't known the basics. No one had even knew our name. We didn't know our father. And we were mad at the world. Mostly because our mother was young, didn't know how to raise us correctly. Told us we were going on a "fun trip" but this wasn't fun. I wasn't smiling, I wasn't laughing. But Clarisse loved it, and I didn't want to be a burden. So I held my tears. She wanted to teach me to fight, make me feel better.
"We didn't choose to be here." She said to me. "But here we are. And we're gonna deal with it. It makes us bigger than what we are ourselves." She smirked at me. "Ready?"
I gulped, my hands tightly gripping the wooden sword as I started to sweat, the sun laughing in my face. "Yeah."
She swung her sword at me, and I did the same, our wooden swords clanking together. She shoved my sword off of hers, which made me fly back. I was shocked, and mad. I ran towards to her, my sword about to go straight to her stomach. She grabbed my wrist, putting me into a state of shock. She then smacked the sword out of my hand, and threw me on the ground. She cheered and I groaned, more mad than before.
"I win!" She laughed. "Man, you suck. It's okay, I'll help you be better. Never better than me, though."
I smiled and she helped me up. "Wanna bet?" I said, jokingly.
She just smiled in my face. "Lets work on that disarm."
"Look- I appreciate you taking the time-"
She grabbed my sword and handed it to me. "But your too weak for it? You wanna quit?"
I immediately took to sword out of her hand. "When am I ever gonna use this stuff?" I complained. She swung, and I dodged, her sword hitting mine. She shrugged.
"Told you."
She swung again, which I blocked with my sword, getting better at this by the second without even realizing. She swung again, and I ducked. I smirked, swinging right after. She blocked it with her sword, and I swung again, which she also blocked. Again. She ducked. Again. She quickly blocked, got behind me, and pushed me. I panted, making sure I was facing her. She attacked, which I blocked. This went back and forth. Her attacking then me blocking. Me swinging, then her dodging. Then, I dodged which put me in a weird, un-balanced position and she hit me once more, which made me fall. I gave her a sour look and she smirked.
