My journey was't easy going at first. Monsters came and left, died and got away. If it wasn't for this mortal named Sally, I would have died. Apperently she has a demigod child and can see through the mist. I had nigthmares like any other demigod. And wherever i looked and as hard i tried to forget. I couldn't, Luke was all I could think about. Luke Castellan was my friend, son of hermes, he ran away too and met some friends along the way and ended up in camp half blood. He got killed in the titan war, don't know how but last time I saw him he told me "We are the pawns of the gods. They send us to do their dirty work." I promised myself i would find what really happened to him and find out why he died. Whenever i thought about what he said I would think of being the pawn of Nemesis or another god (but pretty sure Nemesis) and doing her revenge. I will never be pushed around like that. But this thinking of Luke and his death, his last words, everything made be not focus. This is the reason I would almost get killed. I got hurt several times, but it would have been weird going to the doctor and explaing all these cuts. I learned to heal myself, and sometimes i would think my life is over now because sometimes i wouldn't be armed and i would over bleed A LOT. This one kid, dark hair, dark eyes, pale skin, was wearing a skull shirt and black jeans, saved me several times. I didn't get his name but I knew for sure he was a demigod. But why did he help me, how did he know to help, and how. Its as if he followed me for several days. He stood out, i could tell he was the odd one in a group, I would guess child of a minor god. But at this point i don't care about others and i can't if i want to reach camp half blood and get revenge. And i could tell he went to camp half blood. So to return the favor I followed him.
Sorry its short.
