Sophie Foster is a telepathic, pain inflicting, power enhancing, teleporting, all language knowing, fourteen year old elven girl. When the Black Swan--A Mysterious undercover elven agency--tells her she needs to pretend to be half god and survey a d...
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We appeared in a forest, but if you listened you could hear noises farther into it. I looked at my friends and they seemed to be taking in there surroundings, my eyes met Fitz and he frowned looking at Bronte as he asked "Is there a button or. . .?" Bronte shook his head pointing to the forest "The camp is father into the forest, its said only demigods can enter let's just hope that's not true."
Nodding I got up slipping Ella into my back pack Bronte took his back pack from his shoulder he pulled out eight bright red glass vials I frowned and Bronte said "By reading myth's it is said demigods are violent. Drinking these elixirs we should not be affected by there violence, our minds are too soft to be here but for the purpose of research take one and down it, the refill by themselves take them daily." We all hesitantly nodded picking up one bottle each we took off the cap and I pressed the cool glass to my lips before throwing my head back the red liquid was soft and ran down my throat quickly, it was sticky and sour making me cringe as I put the lid on l sliding it into my bag.
Looking around I noticed my face matched my friends, Bronte zipped his bag up hiding his necklace under his shirt as he said "If you pull on the chain and it breaks you will be changed into your eleven clothes, Only use the necklace if you absolutely must." Bronte made the last part very clear as his jaw tightened and his blue eyes met all of ours as he said "Good, lets begin our walk."
We all followed Bronte's move and hid our necklaces under our shirts, Bronte lead the way dodging around traps and what seemed to be humans with horns and goat legs. If I remember correctly and I know I do because I have photographic memory, in the Greek myths's those are called Satyrs.
Stomping through some bushes we came into the came, a weird feeling washing over us for a second, different colored camps where side by side, but two large cabins stood tall and proud at the end of the line. They seemed to be made of marble and glowing.
I gasped taking in the sight of kids of every age running around, some in armor carrying swords, some just carrying swords. Mostly all wearing an orange shirt that said Camp Half-Blood.
Suddenly a deep voice asked behind us "Who are you guys and how the hell did you get here?" We all jumped spinning around to see a tall man wearing all black his pale skin bringing out his black eyes, he gave off a ghost like aura. He also had a long black sword strapped to his hip. He seemed to come from no where. Bronte stepped forward as he said "We have been hiking for awhile, we got lost after our Satyr got killed by some type of lava dog." Who knew Bronte was good at making up a story?
The man nodded his black hair falling into his eyes as he said "Nico Di Angelo, son of Hades." He held out his hand as Tam flinched, Bronte shook it and said "Bronte." Nico nodded as he said "I will take you to Percy, he is good at figuring out who your godly parents are." Keefe stepped forward as he asked "Where are we?" He was adding onto the affect of being lost.
