Camp Half Blood: One "Salty" Adventure

Camp Half Blood: A Salty Sequel//Chapter Two

Myra's POV:

It had been two months since I had been left behind. Since then, I had been forced to come to terms with some things. Number one, the constant stench of blood, whether it was mine or someone else's. Khione was only one of the many minor gods who had locked up Olympus. There were other demigods too, they were horribly wretched people. Each one was cruel and twisted in their own fashion. I had almost been beaten to death my first few fights until Khione had broken them apart, claiming I hadn't been ready yet. She was kind to me. I had to supply myself with water by creating snow, but she fed me every three days. Occasionally I caught a stray rabbit for an extra meal, but they were tough and stringy. I relied on Khione for pretty much everything.

Number two, don't trust your memories. Something had happened while I was here. Something bad. I couldn't be sure what had happened, but it seemed every morning my past grew less and less clear. I only had a few memories left now, but they didn't feel... quite right. One was of a boy named Ben, killing the little girl I used to babysit. Or was she my sister? Then he took me to some kind of prison camp. A crazy blond boy had handcuffed me to a hospital bed. Then, Khione had tried to help me escape, but for some reason I couldn't leave. And then, a few months later, some girl named Rose had tried to kill me in a lake with Sirens. Khione had rescued me then too and taken me in. Apart from that the only other memory I had was of another boy with blond hair who took care of me. His soft smile was the only memory I had left that felt... normal.

Number three, always follow the gods and goddesses' orders, no matter what they tell you to do. A boy named Holden defied Khione and refused to fight a little girl in the arena. He was frozen on the spot. She keeps his frozen body near her throne as a reminder to the rest of us. The more brutal you were in the arena the more popular you were not only with the gods, but with the demigods. This idea didn't appeal to me at first. It wasn't until a gathering in Khione's castle when I gained a reputation.

"I expected you to join the other demigods. Their intel will be valuable to you." Khione had opened the door in my room and spoke coldly.

"Of course, Khione. Whatever you need me to do." Her smile sent shivers up my spine, but I didn't dare show any weakness.

"Good. You know what to expect if you do not comply." She grinned and I flinched. My eyes glanced down at her hands in case her icy whip would appear again. The last lashes I had received had scarred over by now, but they still hurt. She sauntered off, slamming the door behind her. I put down my book and withdrew my sword. The paper fell out with it, but I shoved it back inside feverishly in case Khione came back. It was a drawing that clearly depicted me and the blond boy hugging. Blood was smeared on it, but it was my most prized possession. I could never look at it for too long. It gave me migraines. It was like my brain was searching for something that wasn't there. I shook my head to clear my thoughts and stared at my sword.

I had no idea where I had gotten it, but it reminded me of a pirate's sword. The ice reflected the light off of it, making it gleam brightly. I didn't want to hurt anyone anymore, but I didn't have a choice. The only other place I knew of was that prison camp and it's not like I could seek safety there. I sighed and slipped it back into its sheath. Tonight was the night. I was going to make Khione proud or die trying.

It was a few hours later. Khione had outfitted me in light armour and sent me downstairs into the arena where the other demigods had already been hanging out. A few of them snarled at me when I walked in, but I was otherwise ignored. I practically made myself invisible and crept over to a corner where I awkwardly sat alone. This continued until a boy walked up to me. He was three times my size and had a cocky grin on his face.

"The name's Aaron, son of Eris. And you are?" He pushed his long, black hair out of his eyes and gave me a condescending smile.

"My name doesn't matter. I'll still kick your ass." I snarled in reply and stood up to face him. He was a foot taller than me and I had to crane my neck to glare at him. His height didn't stop me from punching him in the nose. He grinned at me.