"Alright, but if you could explain for a second what that was, it would be greatly appreciated." He rolled his eyes, and hailed a cab. "Those were Furies. This will all make sense soon." He said as he got in the taxi. "Where to?" the driver asked. "Long Island sound." He quickly gave him money, and the car started. They were there in no time, sprinting through the woods, until they came upon a... a large two headed snake? It was right outside a big entrance to a place that looked like a camp. I had one thought in mind. 'You're never too young to kill.' I looked over at River who grabbed a necklace with a... um... glorified flute and frantically played a tune. It collapsed on sight, and River grabbed my hand and pulled me into the camp. "Alina, this is camp half blood." "Explain." "You know the Greek gods?" "Yeah. I'm suicidal, not stupid." "Well... they're real... and you're a child of a god." Welp, I fainted.
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The Light of Apollo
FanfictionPain comes in many different ways. I learned that lesson long ago, too soon, too young, when I ran away and came home to an empty, silent house. But my story was far from over.
