I shout out as my head goes under and I see the sunlight fade. I hold my breath, way too late, before realizing I could still breathe. I snap out of it and kick out, twisting around to see what was beneath me.
It was pretty dark, around thirty feet under, but I was able to see something like a bag strapped to my foot.
I pull my knee up and unhook the strap. It was a grey and black rucksack, Hunger Games style. Not very relaxing, but I still sigh in partial relief then swim back up, bag in hand.
I stumble onto the sand and shake off dry pebbles from the sole of my white shoes. Swinging my bag over my shoulder, I head to the far off buildings.
I head to the center, looking around awestruck at the huge buildings around me, ignoring the people. I can tell it's NYC. This place is amazing. A dream come true.
The thought of this being a dream panicks me and I pick up pace.
Another check: So I guess this is Percy's world. Or it's the Capitol.
Please no.
I reach the center area and spin around. What now? Assuming this isn't the Capitol, firstly I should get to camp. Don't I need a satyr? I spot a city map and walk over. Roughly, I pinpoint the camp's location near the shore of Long Island South. It was pretty far. Perhaps I should rent a bike? That might take me a day though...
I crouch, dropping my bag in front of me, then I find an envelope with a lot of money. Smirking, I pocket a few hundred dollars when a dagger brushes past my head and impales itself onto the map board. Right on the location of the camp.
I swear, if that's Katniss-
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~The Beginning of Life~
Fantasy~My first life; I, A Demigod (PJO)~ ~1; The Beginning~ The first book in the series of mine called 'My Lives'. This story is about the adventures of an ordinary fangirl. Her first life is in world of Percy Jackson. Read how she enters this mythical...
