Halfblood Love

06

A/N

Hi everyone!

I'm not going to write 'how's life' anymore, 'cause no one responds anyway.

So, turns out that 'the complete guide to camp halfblood' doesn't have all the cabin numbers in it! I mean, come on, Rick Riordan! Sorry for the long wait, I hope you enjoy!

This chapter is dedicated to @Youbethinkywingblurb/Emmi Joy, (I wasn't sure which you preferred.) since the last 32 notifications were about you. Thank you so much for believing in me!

And thanks to all of you other wonderful readers, I am honored that you think my works are worth reading. I'm sorry when my chapters aren't that great, and I will try hard to be worthy of your time.

Thanks everyone!

(previously)

Cold air was whistling past my face, and knew I was going way too fast. So fast that I had to squeeze my eyes shut, lest they freeze. I itched to take the reigns from James and slow down, or just jump off this awful creature, but I knew that I couldn't.

Not if I wanted to be free of those horrible monsters.

So I held on, gripping James as tightly as my pride would allow, waiting for it to be over.

When the wind calmed down and I felt light on my face, I opened my eyes to see-

"Welcome to Camp Halfblood." James whispered.

(Samantha's POV)

It was beautiful.

We had entered camp from the shadow of the woods, which stood behind us.

In front of us, 15 or 20 cabins stood in an unfinished spiral around a huge campfire. Even in the moonlight, I could see that some of the cabins were still being built. To the left of the cabins, stood a huge pavilion, and to our right was a large blue house built like a log cabin.

It was all so big!

All around me I could feel nature, even though it was still pretty dark and I couldn't see much of anything. A soft breeze blew my hair into my face and I smelled fresh strawberries.

James guided the hellhound down one of the little dirt paths, and we were soon leaving the shadow of the woods, and padding towards the giant house/log cabin.

As we got closer, I noticed that all of the lights were off, except for the porch, which was huge and illuminated by two torches.

On the porch, stood a centaur. (I may have gasped, and James may have rolled his eyes, and I may've almost smacked him, except that he was the one steering this thing.) He was wearing a suit and had blue eyes, light brown hair and a calm, serious expression like I've been waiting for you, but somehow it wasn't creepy at all.

It was like when you come home from school and your dad smiles at you; welcoming and slightly melancholy, because he missed you so much and knows that these small moments will eventually be gone.

When we reached the house, James and I slid off the hellhound, (yours truly definitely didn't slip and almost fall on her face.) and James untied the big black dog. It looked at him threateningly, but when he sighed, tapped his rubber bands and the twin simitars popped out, the hellhound turned and disappeared into the shadow of the blue house.

"Right," James said, returning his blades to bracelet/rubber band form. He walked up the porch steps, and stood beside the centaur.

He barely reached the centaur's waist.