Post by Christian Beadles on Sept 7, 2010 16:37:36 GMT -5
First off, I an only 13 and I'm already here. Seem different? Well it is. Here is the story of how I got here....
If you like stories that are happy and joy filled, this is NOT the story for you. So on one fine horrible snowy New York day, I was in my small simple house with my mother and my brother. My father was out of the picture, seeing a how he left us with almost nothing, so I thought. Anyways, we were all doing our daily work around the house, I was supposed to be straightening my room but I wasn't, my brother busy dusting, and my wonderful mother, cooking our dinner.
It was a tiring day and I was about to take a small nap when I hear almost a beckoning from the hallway. Me and my ever inquisitive self, I go out to nothing but a dagger in the hall. This didn't phase me until later. I picked up the dagger and it glowed in my hand. This however, scared me senseless. Christian, use this wisely. said a small voice in my head. And I did what I was told.
All if a sudden there was a huge crash and a bang while the house was shaking. I run down the stairs without falling and I come to the kitchen. One of the cupboards had fallen off and landed, oh yes, straight on my mother. It had landed on her legs. There was I could do but I tried anyways. Shoving the broken plates and glasses aside with my hands, I tried to move cabinet, but as I said before, I am only 13. I couldn't do it any longer and I went in search of my 16 year old brother. "Sam?" I called his name over and over. But there was no answer. I burst into his room, and he was no where to be seen.
I run back down the stairs, tears coming to my eyes and I run back to my mother. Blood was surrounding her, part of it was mine from my cuts, and the rest was hers. I kneel besides her. "Christian," she says as she runs her thin hand along my cheek, "you have to be strong, your special and your time has come early, go and be safe, leave me here." tears now stream down my face. "Mother I won't leave you." I say firmly. "Not without Sam." her eyes gleam. "it's too late for second thoughts, Sam is gone too, his whereabouts, I have no clue." I take her hand and she pleads me, "Christian go get your bags and run, run to the forest where you used to play, you'll be safe there." I nod and dart up the stairs, my vision blurred. I throw some things into two small bags and wipe the tears away. I skip some stairs to get down faster. "goodbye mother." I say, knowing she had little time left. She smiles and says "I'll always be with you." I nod and turn to go out the front door. I duck outside and start running as fast as my short legs would take me.
About half an hour after I left the house, I heard wings flapping behind me. I turn to see a giant beast, aka a fury, coming straight towards me. I take out the dagger I had gotten and as the beast comes near, I slash at it, stalling it for one minute and run again. This time, I couldn't run as fast because I was gradually getting tired. I knew the beast would find me but I kept that thought away. It was about nightfall when I tripped over a tree root, and searing pain spread up to my ankle. As I had known all along, the monster came right down and picked me up with sharp talons and I screamed in pain. It flew off with me but it didn't get far before I had time to get a grip on my dagger and slash it's legs. It screeched and I screamed as I fell to the ground fast. I landed with a thud and pain ached all over me. I lie there and go unconscious.
When the bright light of dawn comes through the trees, I finally come around and open my eyes. I try to get myself off the ground but I couldn't. I tried to sit up and struggled but I was able to at least sit. I sighed painfully but I remembered what my mother said to me. I stand up shakily and grab my bags. I look down at my ripped, dirty shirt. There was also blood from the talons ripping my skin on my shirt and sides. I shake the pain away and start walking slowly.
About an hour of pain filled steps later, I come to an arch that said "Camp Half blood" and I stepped inside. Instantly, there is a girl, about 16, helping me. She takes me to the infirmary and lays me down, giving me a drink that calms me. I drift into a light painful sleep.
When I wake up, the girl was next to my bunk. "Where am--" she cuts me off and in a gentle voice she says, "your at Camp Half Blood, Christian Beadles." I nod, to tired to argue or ask questions. She helps sit me up and gets me out of the bed. "Go to Cabin one, your stuff will be on the porch." I nod again and wobble out of the infirmary to my new home, or so I though my "temporary" home.
If you like stories that are happy and joy filled, this is NOT the story for you. So on one fine horrible snowy New York day, I was in my small simple house with my mother and my brother. My father was out of the picture, seeing a how he left us with almost nothing, so I thought. Anyways, we were all doing our daily work around the house, I was supposed to be straightening my room but I wasn't, my brother busy dusting, and my wonderful mother, cooking our dinner.
It was a tiring day and I was about to take a small nap when I hear almost a beckoning from the hallway. Me and my ever inquisitive self, I go out to nothing but a dagger in the hall. This didn't phase me until later. I picked up the dagger and it glowed in my hand. This however, scared me senseless. Christian, use this wisely. said a small voice in my head. And I did what I was told.
All if a sudden there was a huge crash and a bang while the house was shaking. I run down the stairs without falling and I come to the kitchen. One of the cupboards had fallen off and landed, oh yes, straight on my mother. It had landed on her legs. There was I could do but I tried anyways. Shoving the broken plates and glasses aside with my hands, I tried to move cabinet, but as I said before, I am only 13. I couldn't do it any longer and I went in search of my 16 year old brother. "Sam?" I called his name over and over. But there was no answer. I burst into his room, and he was no where to be seen.
I run back down the stairs, tears coming to my eyes and I run back to my mother. Blood was surrounding her, part of it was mine from my cuts, and the rest was hers. I kneel besides her. "Christian," she says as she runs her thin hand along my cheek, "you have to be strong, your special and your time has come early, go and be safe, leave me here." tears now stream down my face. "Mother I won't leave you." I say firmly. "Not without Sam." her eyes gleam. "it's too late for second thoughts, Sam is gone too, his whereabouts, I have no clue." I take her hand and she pleads me, "Christian go get your bags and run, run to the forest where you used to play, you'll be safe there." I nod and dart up the stairs, my vision blurred. I throw some things into two small bags and wipe the tears away. I skip some stairs to get down faster. "goodbye mother." I say, knowing she had little time left. She smiles and says "I'll always be with you." I nod and turn to go out the front door. I duck outside and start running as fast as my short legs would take me.
About half an hour after I left the house, I heard wings flapping behind me. I turn to see a giant beast, aka a fury, coming straight towards me. I take out the dagger I had gotten and as the beast comes near, I slash at it, stalling it for one minute and run again. This time, I couldn't run as fast because I was gradually getting tired. I knew the beast would find me but I kept that thought away. It was about nightfall when I tripped over a tree root, and searing pain spread up to my ankle. As I had known all along, the monster came right down and picked me up with sharp talons and I screamed in pain. It flew off with me but it didn't get far before I had time to get a grip on my dagger and slash it's legs. It screeched and I screamed as I fell to the ground fast. I landed with a thud and pain ached all over me. I lie there and go unconscious.
When the bright light of dawn comes through the trees, I finally come around and open my eyes. I try to get myself off the ground but I couldn't. I tried to sit up and struggled but I was able to at least sit. I sighed painfully but I remembered what my mother said to me. I stand up shakily and grab my bags. I look down at my ripped, dirty shirt. There was also blood from the talons ripping my skin on my shirt and sides. I shake the pain away and start walking slowly.
About an hour of pain filled steps later, I come to an arch that said "Camp Half blood" and I stepped inside. Instantly, there is a girl, about 16, helping me. She takes me to the infirmary and lays me down, giving me a drink that calms me. I drift into a light painful sleep.
When I wake up, the girl was next to my bunk. "Where am--" she cuts me off and in a gentle voice she says, "your at Camp Half Blood, Christian Beadles." I nod, to tired to argue or ask questions. She helps sit me up and gets me out of the bed. "Go to Cabin one, your stuff will be on the porch." I nod again and wobble out of the infirmary to my new home, or so I though my "temporary" home.
