The Demigod Games: The Daughter of Nemesis

Chapter one

I always wished that one day I'd open my eyes and be far away from the orphanage that so many parentless kids my age, seventeen, called home. But waking up in a strange white marble room wasn't what I had in mind.

I sat up in a haze. The bed I was on felt like it was packed with feathers under its white linen. It wasn't the coziest bed, but it beat sleeping in a bed that was far too small for me.

The room was clean from floor to ceiling. Which was very high, maybe twenty feet. Three of the walls were just smooth marble with the occasional sword or shield on it. The fourth wall was open with long white transparent curtains swaying in a breeze. Between the curtains were wide, rounded pillars.

I got off of the bed and touched one of the fluttering curtains. It was soft and light, like how I imagined an angel's wings would feel.

I pushed the curtain aside and saw an ocean in the distance. I saw dolphins, turtles, and even strange women with fish like features. It was breathtaking. I reached out and suddenly my hand stopped. It was like there was a barrier, like a window. I pushed on it with both hands, but didn't succeed in anything.

I looked at the pillars, hoping to see window panes, but the marble was smooth. I quickly realized that this was a prison. I back away from the glassless window and backed into the bed. This caused me to do a backward flip over the bed.

The sound of a door opening surprised me. I hadn't noticed a door before. Then again I wasn't necessarily looking for a door before, but I should've.

I got to my feet and saw that there was in fact a door, and in front of it was a small group of guys in armor, helmets, and sandals. Their legs were skeletal. Literally bones, and when I looked closer I could see their faces were skeletal as well. My breath hitched in my throat.

"Angell Remi, daughter of Nemesis." One of them hissed.

How did the walking dead know my name? It made me shake.

"How are you?" I tried to sound firm but doubted I looked very threatening either.

The next thing I knew I was being escorted down a marble hall with one skeleton on each arm. I thrashed and kicked but they were surprisingly strong for being nothing but bone.

There was screaming as we passed one room. There was a boy laid out on a table, covered in blood. His teeth were gritted and he yelled in agony. When his head turned he saw me, and I saw the other gruesome side of his face. Missing an eye and torn flesh from forehead to jawline. He yelled again as strange creatures surrounded him with medical supplies.

The skeletons pulled me along. I feared that the same fate might fall upon me, I was scared for my life. At this moment I remembered the pocket knife I had clipped to my belt, hidden under my untucked shirt. My arms had just enough slack to allow me to reach my belt. I snatched the pocket knife and slashed at the elbow joint of one of the skeletons. The arm fell to the floor and all of the armored walking dead were on me at once.

My knife was taken from me and they bound my wrists together behind me. Of course I still struggled but they didn't seem to care. I suppose once you're dead you don't to worry about being attacked by anything living.

Suddenly we all stopped and the skeletons faced me to a big mahogany door. It took two skeletons to open the door, but when they did get it open they threw me in.

I turned back to the large door but it was already closed in my face.

"Angell." Said a woman's voice.

I turned to see a very big woman. Now, don't get me wrong. She was in no way fat. Just extremely tall. She had dark red brunette hair that was done up in a silver circlet that was fashioned to resemble olive branches. Her skin was fair and clean. Her eyes were like the color of merlot, and her lips were full , painted with matte red lipstick.