The Crossroads: The Stolen Memories

I Nearly Plummet to my Death

I wake up with wind rushing in my face. As my eyes adjust to the sunlight, I try to sit up. When I do so I remember the searing pain in both sides of my stomach. I cry out in pain and someone puts their hand on me. 

Its a boy. With blonde hair that is pushed back because of the wind blowing around us. He has green eyes, that look like emeralds. He looks about the same age as me, 14. His face shows concern, and it is directed at me.

"What is going on?" I ask and he offers me a water bottle. 

"Drink that, it's ambrosia. It helps demigods heal." Says the boy. 

I gulp it down, and it is the best drink I have ever had. It tastes like the sweet brownies my nanny, Jessica, used to make for me. The pain fades away and I'm rejuvenated. 

When I'm done I start questioning him. "Where am I, who are you?"

"I'm Logan Richardson. I'm a son of Apollo, and you are up in a chariot being pulled by a pegasus."

That's not a sentence you hear every day. "What happened."

"After you passed out I fought Stella. I couldn't kill her but I saved you and brought you with me. We are going to a safe place."

"What? No." I said. "Take me home." 

"I would," Logan said, "but I'm afraid its not safe there anymore. Even if Stella leaves, monsters now know that you're a demigod, so they'll hunt you down."

"What about my father? And whats a demigod?"

"Your father should be fine, he's a mortal. A demigod is someone who has one mortal parent and one parent who is a god. So you mothers a goddess."

"Who is she? I thought she died when I was born." I said 

"I have no clue who she is. She will have to claim you. Thanks to Percy Jackson, that should be sometime soon."

"Stella talked about Percy Jackson. Who is he?"

"He's another demigod, a son of Poseidon. Saying he's a hero is an understatement, however where were going I wouldn't say anything about him at all. He's not liked around there." Logan said and kept his eyes focused on land beyond.

"Where exactly are we going?" I question.

"Were here now." He said, but before I could even process his words, we nose dived the chariot, going straight for the ground. He pulled back the reigns seconds before we would have crashed, and most likely died. 

He jumped out of the chariot and I did the same. He fixed a smile on me, the first one I had seen, and said, "Welcome to the Albany Academy."