Daughter of the Wind - A Percy Jackson Fan Fic (ON HOLD UNTIL FURHTER NOTICE)

Chap 2

Hello my most likely insane fans (plus others who are reading this for the first time) I have finished it! Well, it actually is missing a part I was going to put in, but it was too long so it will be its own chapter. Here you go, an don't go in the chapter 3 unless you want to be terribly confused

After landing, Bryce refused to elaborate on the whole "goat" thing. I tried to argue, but my muddled ADHD mind was having trouble focusing. Everything was becoming hazy at the edges, and seemed far away.

I thought back to when I took the medication. It was the new stronger prescription that Ms. Timme had given. I thought I was supposed to take two, but maybe I misread. Or what did the side-effects say? It was mild... something. All I knew is that my head was slowing with each moment and that something was off.

I didn't know how I got there, but I was in a cab, I informed Bryce that a stain in the vinyl was the exact shade of red as his hair. On the inside, I noticed my words were slurring, but I couldn't seem to correct them.

He shot me a funny look, "Terra, are you feeling okay?"

"Of of course I am, never bet- nev- bet," I started laughing manically. I was really scared, something was definitely not right.

Luckily my red-headed friend seemed to notice, he laid an ice-cold hand on my forehead, "You're burning up, we need to get you to camp fast," he looked up and shouted something to the cabbie. I felt the car go a lot faster.

The world was blurring and going dark, the last thing I heard was, "We're here, welcome to Camp Half-Blood."

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Three ways to know you're going crazy:

1. You're lemonade tastes like pie.

2. You paralyzed friend is running around everywhere claiming he's part goat.

3. The strange man in the corner is staring at you with 200 deep blue eyes.

Which just so happen to be the first three things I encountered after waking up in an infirmary.

The first thing I noticed was the pounding headache that I had, glancing around, I saw what looked like lemonade. I had heard somewhere that headaches where a symptom of dehydration, so I quickly downed the glass. Not lemonade, unfortunately. It must have been some type of smoothie or something because it tasted exactly like the cherry pie my mom made for my birthday every year.

"Well, look who's up," a familiar voice greeted me.

I looked up and found Bryce at the end of my bed.

I smiled, "Hey," my voice was all scratchy, like I hadn't used it in a few days, "you wouldn't believe the dream I had."

"Really?" He asked.

I nodded vigorously, "Yeah, mom was there, and you, too. Mom had sent me to New York for some reason. The funny thing was, you were running around saying you had goat legs!"

He looked down suspiciously, "Terra, you had a rough couple of days, maybe you should sleep some more."

"No," I replied, "I feel great, I don't think I could sleep anymore of I wanted to. Why are you acting weird anyway? It's not like it's the only dream I've ever told you."

He stared at me with his piercing green eyes, "But, Terra, it- it wasn't a dream."

I cocked my head, "Of course it is, because that would mean," I noticed his legs, which were covered in fur, "that would mean--" Icy fingers found their way up my throat, cutting off my breath. My stomach dropped like I had just swallowed a bowling ball.