Half blood Huntress

Chapter 1- Dreams

This chapter is dedicated to Skipper_019

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I was running at top speed through a dark wood in the dim light of the evening, ducking and jumping to avoid opposing branches and bracken. I was breathing heavily and there was a stitch in my side, so I must have been running for a while. I looked down at a torn orange t-shirt and a pair of boys swimming trunks and felt my hair pulled back into a ponytail that was now coming loose. But there was something strange about this setting. Something off.

I stopped to catch my breath, clutching my middle and bending over my knees. I struggled to get my bearings. My thoughts were scattered far across the fields of my mind. I didn't know where I was, what I was doing, or-

" Luna, why did you stop? Keep running! "

The deep voice behind me startled me out of my train of thought.

Luna? Who the heck is Luna?

I looked over my shoulder to see a large figure crashing through the trees right after me, followed closely by some even bigger figures that sounded slightly less human than the first.

" Channary, run! " The urgency in the voice echoed inside my muddled brain and I blinked.

Then I turned and ran. I don't know why I did. I didn't know this guy, so why had I heeded his command? Maybe he wasn't even a guy. Maybe he was just a really big girl, with a really deep voice to match. The thought made me smile, but it still didn't explain why my legs reacted to his voice the way they did. It was like I wasn't even in control of my own body.

Wait. I wasn't in control of my own body.

I tried to stop running, but I couldn't. I tried to veer to my immediate left, but my legs wouldn't comply. The only things that were mine were... my eyes. I could look wherever I wanted, but that was it.

So I kept running, pushing myself harder than I ever had. I looked back over my shoulder and caught a glimpse of my pursuers.

Five men. Big, broad, burly. And, frankly, quite frightening. All five men were shirtless and I struggled to make out any skin under the black tattoos that riddled every one if their barrel chests. The fierce looks on their faces as they bared their fangs gave me chills. Definitely not human.

You might think it strange that I could tell all of this from a single glance, but I'll have you know that I am very observant person. I have trained myself to note and notice even the minute details in every circumstance. I even noticed that these men had incredibly greasy hair, grimy skin, and their scent was enough to upset anyone's stomach. Though it didn't take much skill to notice that...

Laistrigonians.

The word popped into my head as I took in the details of my pursuers. Laistrigonians. The name sounded familiar, but I couldn't place where I'd heard it before. Was it the name of the woods I was in? The name of the creatures following me? A password to a hidden stash of double stuffed Oreos? I had no idea. But it was important, and that was all I could tell.

It was probably the oreos.

In the midst of my scattered thoughts of cookies and big stinky men, I hadn't noticed that the first figure, the one that had shouted the instantly-obeyed commands, was now running at my side.

I shot a quick look in his direction. Definitely male. And a cute male at that. His tanned face was set in a deep scowl of concentration as he plowed through the undergrowth. He was breathing heavily, his deep brown hair, bordering on black, was plastered to his forehead by drops of perspiration. Veins throbbed in his temple and his jaw twitched. From the side I had a clear view of a strong, defined jawline and lips set in a hard line of determination. His heavy brow cast shadows over his eyes, confusing me somewhat about their color. I guessed they were brown, maybe hazel, but I couldn't tell for sure.