Camp Half-blood

[Rye]

OHHHHHH!I can't wait for more!

[sivessa]

I had to take off the first post, because I have changed it soooo much! I have added on a lot too. So really, in the ways that I have changed it, It's not Camp Half-blood any more. It's my own little story, and my own little plot. Here's what I gotsa so far!






Chyras entered the gate, not knowing if she should keep going, or turn back. Frightened, she cautiously turned her head to the right and stared down as far as she could, tracing the peculiar chain-linked fence that was completely out of place in such a secluded area. She ran her eyes across it, turning her head to the left and watching it disappear into the dark, deciduous forest. Gathering her confidence, Chyras continued her journey until reaching an unknown settlement, a huge, seemingly ancient, house, that was in terrible need of a paint job. She looked around, looking for anything immediately dangerous or suspicious. Instantly, a long-wanted feeling of relief washed over her like a gull diving in for a catch. (She knew the feeling in the literal sense too!).

She cautiously peeked into a large white barn that had clearly seen better days. Searching for threats and emergency exits, she decided it was safe. She climbed the ladder into the loft and wandered into a corner where a good-sized haystack sat. She decided this was going to be the best place to settle in for a while. As she sunk into the disgusting, dirty, musty, gritty plant matter. could feel the grime. “Oh joy,” she said to herself while making a face. “Cow food. Well, It’s not like I have much of a choice. She had been so uncomfortable for so long, but now,she could just sink in with no worries, for now. She liked her haystack. It was her grimy, dried grass. She then slowly drifted off into a world of others who were different, like her.
The next day, she walked to two sliding doors that she pulled open, wings out stretched to their full length, about 15 feet in across. Again, confidence came upon her and she took off swooping down, then shooting straight up into the sky full of excitement. The wonderful feeling of the wind rushing past her face, through her primaries and secondaries, and off her bare feet. She didn't even notice the chill rolling down her spine and into her legs. She loved the adrenaline rush of up-drafts and the relaxed down drafts. Today would be a good day. It just felt so perfect, so right.
Suddenly, an arrow shot past her, knocking her out of her "moment." Slightly irritated, she realized "Oh. Wait a minute. I just got shot at!" Doing a half summer-sault in the air, she dive-bombed in the direction that the arrow came from. When she reached the ground, a boy her age, very tall and thin, with medium length dusty-blond hair stood with bow at his side and quiver over his right shoulder. He watched her as she descended majestically, almost with a smile, but immediately, she new there was more to him that his incredible skillfulness with a bow. He was thinking. Thinking about something other that the strange creature-human, but with wings- that was powerfully, and rather gracefully descending upon him.
"What is wrong with you?!?" Do you always go shooting at harmless people that you don't even know?!?" Why would you do something like that?!?" She continued, fuming, but suddenly he interrupted her, but surprisingly, with laughter. When he was calming down from his fit, she simply glared at him, unknowing why he would laugh at her anguish. "Sorry about that, but you were so high up, that I was sure how to get you down here." Chyras responded with, " So you, shoot at me?" "No. Not at you. Approximately 39.7 centimeters to the left." Chyras was right, not just having an amazing skill of strength and the ability of getting an arrow 40,000 feet in the air, but he was rather accurate, too. " Okay, so you luckily didn't hit, me, but what if you had?" "That wouldn't have happened," he said promptly. "My head is weird. Whenever I want it to, My mind makes it so that i see dials and cross hairs and can see really far away and very small details. I suppose you could say that I can size things up kind of like a robot or Darth Vader.
As they walked toward some outbuildings, The teenage boy broke the silence with, “ By the way, I’m Kale. What’s you’re...” Chyras interrupted, “ Chyras. I’m Chyras.” “Chyras. An interesting name.” “ Oh yes. And Kale is so normal,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Just don’t talk to me. I don’t know you, much less trust you.” “Fine,” he said and raising his hands in defense. “Just do me a favor, and don’t sleep up in the loft, and come in and eat a descent meal.” She followed uncomfortably, but with little protest. She hesitantly stepped through a doorway to a make-shift dining room with several others sitting around a beat up table. They all stared, looking back in forth from Chyras’ face to Kale’s. They seemed very stressed by this event, as was she. Chyras’ element of content was temporarily waning.