It was crazy. The sirens blaring sounded far off. The lights were hardly noticed. She backed up from the wolves. They circled her as she took of her sandals. She slapped a wolf across the face, no doubt leaving a nasty bruise on the wolf's jaw. Her sandy blonde hair was flecked with dirt and grime, and hadn't been washed for months now. She didn't know why they came after her after killing her grandpa. She hadn't done anything violent until now and they should've gave up a while ago. Were the mutants? They had blue mist swirling around their fur and glowing eyes. Maybe they were radioactive.
A wolf lunged. She dodged, and her cardigan fell to the floor. She shakily readied her sandal for another attack. That was until she heard pipe music. The wolves froze and stumbled around in a dazed manner. Her best friend jumped over the nearby fence and grabbed her hand. Clover ran, dragging her along too, even though she only had one shoe on. They dodged several nightmare creatures on the way to a strawberry field. One had hissed like a snake, another had made some scary and UNHOLY noise.
"What are we gonna do in a strawberry field?" She hissed at him, panic rising as she glanced over her shoulder.
"Shut up!" He bleated back. YES. Bleated.
She noticed the furry pants he was wearing were actually..
"YOU'RE A DONKEY?!"
"AM NOT! I'm a GOAT. A SATYR"
"What's that?!"
They suddenly had passed through an invisible barrier leading to a weird summer camp. Except with weapons and a rock climbing wall with LAVA.
"Where are we?"
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Clashing Fates {BEING REWRITTEN}
FanfictionBased in the world of Rick Riordon's HOO, PJ, TOA (Trials of Apollo), Kane Chronicles and probably Magnus Chase. All credit for most places and logic is from Rick- She'd seen monsters the day her grandpa died. It was crazy. How could she see thing...
