Daughter of Hades

Chapter 1

Ch. 1

  I woke up in a crowded bus not knowing anyone. Not even myself. The only memory I had was about a black haired boy and his skull ring. Other than that I knew nothing. Not even my name. I regained had consciousness when I banged my head hard against the window. We had hit a speed bump at a fast speed. After rubbing my temples for a bit I saw an envelope taped on my window. I grabbed it and I looked around for it's owner or the author of it. No one paid attention to me so it was obvious it was for me. The envelope had a name on it.

Michelle Cardenas.

By this point I was really confused, so I opened the envelope. The writing was readable, but I could see that the person struggled to write. Probably rushed in writing the letter?

   I began to read in my mind;

"Dear Michelle, I understand that you have no memories and that's my fault. I did it for a good reason though. You do not need to relive your past again. I put you in a bus that will send you near Camp Half-Blood. Once you get off the bus, wait for Grover. He should be by the enchilada food stand. You'll know who he is when you see him. This camp will keep you safe. I never belonged there, but for different reasons. They will accept you. I know they will. I wrote another letter to Chiron letting him know about your arrival. That's all you need to know. For now."

The letter wasn't signed with a name only a drawing of a skull. I folded the letter up and found a bag on my lap. I could have sworn it wasn't there a second ago. The bag was filled with some type of brownie chunks and bus tickets. My clothes seemed out of place compared to the other passengers. I couldn't help but wonder who I was or where this Camp Half-Blood was. The only thing I learned in the past few seconds was my name and some camp. Other than that I learned nothing. I didn't know who Grover was or Chiron for a matter of fact. What really got me curious was the author of the letter. How much does this person know about me?

I wanted answers, no. I needed answers.

 The bus came to a stop and the driver asked us all to get off. I was the last to get off since I sat in the far back. The bus driver looked at me and smiled. "Have a good day, young lady." I nodded in reply. I couldn't help but wonder if he was the author of the letter.

I stood in the middle of the building. The bus station was packed with people. I glanced around the open food court to look for Grover. After a while I gave up because I didn't even know how he looked like. Soon a guy walked up to me and smiled. He had curly brown hair, brown eyes, and Caucasian skin. He looked about mid-twenties with his beard. What really caught my attention was the way he walked. He seemed to limp a bit after each step. I had an urge to help him get to his destination, but apparently I was his destination.

"Michelle?" He clears his throat. His voice was a bit deep which helped my age guess. He sounded like he was in his mid-twenties.

"Yes? I believe that's my name." The words came out of my mouth. Yet I was a bit shocked to hear my voice. Heck, I haven't even seen myself in the mirror! I wouldn't be able to recognize my reflection now that I thought about it.

 The man smiled with pleasure. "I'm happy to see you made it here safely. I'll be your escort to camp." He scratched his beard which had small traces of left over enchiladas. I must have gave him a very weird facial expression because he started to laugh.

"Why would I need an escort?" I speak over his laughter.

He finally a caught his breathe. "It's not safe to talk about it here. Come on. We'll talk about it when we get you to camp." He offers to take my bag. I clench it tight. He looks at me again and sighs. "I won't harm you. My name is Grover Underwood. I'm here to protect you."