320 hours.

The Arrival.

On saturday, The 12th, I was sent to get a "young girl" from a house in Georgia. It would've been 320 hours if I walked. 

So, I took a bus. They didn't give me much money to work off of. It took almost all of my money to buy the bus ticket. I just hoped I'd find a way to get back.


When I arrived at the house, on the morning of the 13th, in Atlanta, Georgia, I was a bit confused.

I thought maybe, I had the wrong address? The house looked abandoned. There was no car in the driveway. The door was standing open, and there was a disgusting smell.

After a few minutes, I reluctantly walked to the gate and opened it. I opened the gate quietly. As I walked down the broken sidewalk, My hooves didn't make much of a sound on the concrete, which I was thankful for. I was afraid I'd get to the door and there'd be some big, scary guy waiting there for me. 


When I walked to the door, I looked inside. There was nobody to be seen. There was dried mud on the carpet. And a bunch of sticks and mud all over the porch.

I walked in slowly, trying to keep from making too much noise on the flattened carpet. 

It stunk. 
Bad. 

There was nobody in the living room. But I could sense something.

So, I walked into the attached kitchen, noticing that everything was covered in dust. Like it hadn't been touched in months, or even years. It stunk. Still.


By the kitchen table, which had a broken leg and a cardboard box holding it up, I finally found what I was sensing.

A little girl. And I mean...little. 

She was dirty. Her dark red hair was matted to the point to where I couldn't tell you if it was straight or curly. She was eating mud off the floor. She had scratches and cuts all over her. She was wearing dirty overalls, and on her knees, there were scrapes. A lot of them. She looked up at me.

"...Hi?" I said hesitantly. Was this the demigod I was sent for? There's no way. She was so little. "Where are your parents...?" 

She looked at me like she didn't understand what I was saying. She just stood up, and walked over to me. She put her arms up at me like she wanted me to carry her.