One-Shots

The Magic Trick (CHB)

AN: We're in Spanish as I'm writing this and we were listing things in a competition, my group got 68 adjectives. the next best was 54, and the writer of my group, when we finished showing the teacher how many we had, the writer of our group did the 'drop the mic' thing with the marker and the teacher snorted. Mr. Skidmore is the most sirius (Heehehehehe) teacher I know. Ohhhhhh it feels good

It was a normal day in New York City, and on Broadway, a show was going on. The world famous magician, Thal Farriver, was putting on a spectacular performance.

"Tada!" He called, signifying the end of his trick. "Now! We're going to have a little fun. I want to see if any of our younger audience members have a way with magic like I do." Though little did the audience know, this was just a monsters way of luring out his most favorite meal, Demigods, more commonly known as Half-Bloods. He used the small bits of power he had to perform small (and large, for him that is) trick, then he would ask for a younger child, one not so experienced with weapons, to come and perform a trick, if the succeeded, he would know they were a Demigod, if not he would try again. All until he found his dinner for the night. If all else failed he could use his nose. He grinned brightly at the idea and scanned the crowd of kids jumping up. His eyes landed on a young girl, no older than six, who was sitting next to her father in the very back row. He swept off the stage and strutted towards them, he grinned at the fathers narrowed eyes. Defiantly dinner. He kneeled down by the young child.

"Why hello there little one, would you like to be my assistant?" He asked, smiling brightly, she hesitated, looked at her father, then nodded. His grin widened, and he grabbed her hand to lead her to the stage. "What's your name little one?" He asked and she smiled brightly.

"Phoenix!" She called into the microphone and giggled.

"Okay! This is my assistant for this next trick. Phoenix, I want you to hold out your hands." The child did as she was told and he nodded. "Good, good. Now I need you to focus on that box over there on the table. I want you to imagine it lifting into the air over the table." Phoenix narrowed her eyes in concentration, and he faintly saw her eyes turn purple through her lashes, and his grin broadened as the box lifted an inch, a foot, a meter above the table. She slowly lowered her hands and returned the box to the table. She opened her eyes fully and grinned up at him. "Ladies and gentlemen, I think we have a future magician up here!" He laughed and walked over to the box that she levitated, opening it and pulling out a small toy, which he handed to her before leading her back to her father. Little did she know, the toy had a tracking device that he would be able to follow, he would have a splendid dinner tonight! After the show, he caught sight of the little girl and her father rushing to their car, and he smirked seeing that they were alone. He briskly walked around then and spun in their direction. 

"Hello, little Phoenix." He cooed, and smirked at her father's glare.

"Can I ask you what you want Mr. Farriver?" Her father sat out, and he smirked.

"Oh, I just wanted to do this." He snarled and lunged at the young girl, whose eyes grew wide. She stumbled back as her father cried out in alarm. She thrust her hands out and pushed him back, and her eyes that had been brown before blazed purple, the monster tried to move but found himself rooted to the spot as a small black knife appeared in her hand. She threw it at him with the accuracy of a professional, pushing her hand out to speed it along. The knife embedded itself into his gut, and he gave a cry of anguish as he exploded into sulfuric dust that was blown away by an unfelt breeze. The young girl swayed a bit before her father lunged forward and lifted her into his arms, cradling her and checking for injuries, satisfied that his child was unharmed he returned to his car and buckled her in. Smiling softly, he drove home, knowing that even though his child will be in constant danger, she had her instincts to guide her to be a great warrior.