Daughter of Hecate

Chapter Three

Sappho's POV
        The boy had woken up five minutes after he became unconscious. When he did I noticed all his wounds were gone. I hugged him glad I wasn’t alone anymore. He didn’t completely understand why I did this; I guess he never lost some one before.

           
         Once he fully came to himself the boy got up and said this weird chant throwing a gold coin at the ground. Then a bunch of grey smoke clouded in front of him until a smoky grey taxi car appeared on front of us. The boy opened the door for me and I slid in and the boy quickly did the same.

 
           I heard the sound of three ancient women and something about sharing an eye. Instantly I didn’t think this was too safe. I slid closer to the boy. I didn’t know why but something about him seemed… safe, protective even. I nestled into his side tired; I haven’t slept in three days. The boy wrapped an arm around me and I fell asleep.

 

        In my dream I saw my brother Jared sitting by a camp fire that glowed a dull orange.

        
    “Jared?” I asked him “how did you survive the fire?”

            Jared looked at me and smiled from ear to ear. “Sappho,” he said “you survived too?”

            I nodded and walked over to him “You were right,” I admitted. “About the monsters and the Greek gods, I’m sorry about teasing you for believing in the gods.”

            Jared sighed his dark green eyes reflected the image of the fire. I could almost see the wheels turning in his head.

            “Wait,” he said. “You’re a half blood too? This can’t be- where are you know?”

            I took a deep breath and let it all out while I told my story.

            “I was held prisoner with this one guy by the Cyclopes, we eventually got free but then… then the boy fainted, right after the sun set. When he woke up he threw this gold coin at the ground and a grey taxi appeared, he said we’re going to half blood hill, whatever that means.”

            
        Jared absorbed my story then asked one question, “What does this boy look like?”        

            “He has blond hair, brown eyes, is really tan, and looks around six feet tall.”

            “That’s Caleb Red, his dad’s Apollo which would explain why he fainted once the sun fully set, to heal.” 

           “Okay,” I sighed. “Don’t know what that means but I guess I’ll see you soon.”

            Jared looked into my eyes. “Did dad survive?”

            I shook my head sad to deliver the news to him.          

 

            I woke up and studied my surroundings. I felt Caleb’s warm cheek on my shoulder and I smiled; now I know I’m really not alone. But you’re still an orphan, a voice said as sharp as a knife. I frowned but the negativity soon disappeared once I heard Caleb whisper my name. It was really strange how fast we came to like each other, and that every time we touch I feel a surge of assurance and hope. Sadly ruining the moment I moved from under Caleb and woke him up.

            “Sappho?” he asked his blond hair tousled in a cute way.

            “I’m up,” I said stretching. “Are we almost there?”

            Caleb looked out the window and turned back to face me.

            “Almost,” he said his back turned to me.

            I didn’t know why he was ignoring me; I guess he was just thinking.

            Bored I listened to the fates bickering.

            “Gimme thee eye!”

            “No, I’m the one driving!”

            “All you’re doing is pressing the gas pedal. I’m the one who has to read the map!”

            Those words didn’t exactly reassure me so I thought about what Jared said in my dream, that I’m a half-blood too. So that must mean he, I mean we, have a parent that is a god.

            That can’t be, I thought.

            You’re right, a cool snake-like voice said. You’re too worthless to be a descendant of a Greek god or goddess. I’m mean you’re too pitiful, why would you ever have a parent that powerful 

        I bit my lip until it started to bleed. The voice echoed in my head.

            You’re too pitiful…

            “We’re here,” one of the furies said.

            Caleb turned to me and smiled. I lifted the corners of my mouth slightly still remembering the negative thought.

            The engine shut off and Caleb left three gold coins in the backseat. Sliding out I saw a tall evergreen tree with a sly dragon wrapped around its trunk dozing.  

            I smiled, I guess it was because I’m going to be living in a new home with a new family; it was like starting something beautiful out of a ruined building where I started.

            Caleb led me up a steep hill. At the top of the hill I could see a valley with a big baby blue building in the middle and different colored cabins making the sign of omega, the Greek symbol for A. Off to side of the valley was what looked like a stadium with rows of wooden benches leveling down to a stage. A couple hundred yards from the stadium there were several different buildings clustered by a thick forest one had thick grey smoke coming out of the windows and there was a faint scream.

            “Welcome to Camp Half blood,” Caleb said happily.