PJ/Heroes of Olympus discussion

This is where any long serving camper can go to the outside world and help Satyr's bring in new demigods.

It was a Wednesday afternoon and Ariel was walking to school. Her head was tilted up so her brown eyes could look at the clouds. It was a rainy day and the sky was covered in dark storm clouds, the air smelling like rain. She liked rainy days because of the rain, though she'd much rather it be sunny so she could go swimming in her school's outdoor pool, rather than the inside one. Her steps were slow, and a frown graced her features. Ever since she had woke up, she had felt... off. Like something was wrong. She had been convinced that someone had been watching her that morning, but she hadn't found anyone. And when she first left her house she heard a growl and turned around but found no dog. Unease filled the teenage girl, but she thought it was irrational. When she reached school everything seemed normal again. It rained throughout the day, and school went slowly. However, a boy in a hoodie kept watching her with green eyes. She had never talked to him, but he had a goatee and looked too old for the grade. Disturbed by his stare, she quickly looked away and ignored him, but his gaze never left her. When she was walking home from school he was nowhere to be found, luckily. Until she heard the growl. She had gone into an alley as a shortcut, and she turned, thinking she was imagining it again. She wasn't. There were three huge dogs, bigger than she had ever seen, with fur as black as night and bright white teeth that looked like they could tear her arm off with one good yank, and eyes as red as blood. Her breath caught in her throat and she started to back away, fear clutching her heart. She didn't know what to do. Until the boy showed up again, wearing a hoodie with the hood up, and he grabbed her hand. "Run!" He told her in a short, blunt tone. So they turned and together started running with three growling hellhounds at their heels. After getting out onto the street, Ariel got confused when she saw that other people didn't see the hellhounds, just yelled at her and the guy to watch where they were going as they pushed past. Her heart was racing, her red hair blowing in the wind, and she was defenseless, no weapon. The guy, unknown to her, was Lyric, a Satyr from camp. He had a weapon but he would prefer to run, if he could avoid the fight. He sent up a mental prayer to Pan that Zane had gotten his message to Clara and was on the way with help.

Fog pooled outside the widows of the Mystics and Magic shop. This was a regular occurrence; one that seemed fitting for the merchandize sold inside. Paris was used to her life feeling like the beginning of cliché horror movie. However, she wasn’t used to the feeling that the fog hid something dangerous. She squinted through the fog anxiously waiting for something to happen. Several minutes passed and the fog only seemed to thicken. Suddenly, the bell above the door rang and Paris was forced to give up her futile searching. Paris turned to the costumer with what she hoped was a smile.

“Welcome to Mystics and Magic. What can I help you with?,” Paris asked, taking in the appearance of the costumer. Immediately her smile dropped as she recognized her school councilor, Ms. Pine. She was a middle-aged woman, with dark mahogany skin, and beads braided throughout her thick brown hair. Paris had many odd things happen when in Ms. Pine’s company. Odd as in; explosive pastries, stalkers with snake hair, and bus-sized dogs.

“I thought I could talk to you. A few things have been confirmed and I’ve come to settle some business,” Ms. Pine scrunched up her nose in distain, looking around the cramped store, “We should go outside for a bit.”

Paris never liked any of her teachers. She found Ms. Pine especially bad as she frequently interrupted her studies of myths with meaningless counseling sessions. Paris had twelve counseling sessions where she was asked if she had dyslexia, ADHD, or if both of her parents were living. Paris had answered with a bored stare and the repeated question, “When can I leave?” Ms. Pine had incessantly called until Julie answered. She told the whole story; my dad's insanity, my mom's disappearance, and my current struggle with school.

“Ms. Pine, My aunt and uncle are currently at the Lotus resort. I’m supposed to watch the store. I can’t leave.” Paris tried to make her obvious lie believable by speaking with confidence. Her aunt, Julie, had told her to close the store for the weekend. Julie would have liked to have Paris stay with a friend but Paris had few that were living and human. In fact the few that were human were her enemies. Paris didn’t need friends anyway.

“You don’t understand. Paris, I have discovered some very dangerous information about you. You need to come with me,” Ms. Pine said, fiercely grabbing Paris.

“Ms. Pine, I can’t leave. I have work to do,” Paris said, struggling against Ms. Pine clawing grip.

“Have it your way.”

Suddenly, Ms. Pine’s form changed. She morphed from a intrusive councilor to a monster with snakes in place of her legs.

“It’s time you die, you filthy demigod,” Ms. Pine hissed, lunging for Paris.

Just as soon as Ms. Pine moved, something took over and Paris was running down the street, away from Mystics and Magic. She rushed into the nearest building, an abandoned Crusty's Water Beds. Most of the windows were broken and the floor was blanketed in dust. Diving behind an especially large pile of dust, Paris hid.

Paris was sure she was lacking in the sanity department when she started seeing ghosts and monsters but whatever sanity she thought she still possessed was long gone when she started hearing voices. Amongst the jumbled mess of words one was loudest.

Run