I started waking up taking what looked like the hot chocolate that my mother used to do in the winter. First I thought it was all a dream. I would wake up and see my mother alive and healthy. But soon I began to remember. It was not a dream. My mother died of cancer. I followed a boy I never knew. We started to run, and then that big dog attacked me.
I was just about to open my eyes and get up, when I heard voices, and decided to pretend I was still sleeping.
"How is she?" It was the voice of a boy. But it was not the voice of Caius.
"She's alive. The leg is healing fast. But she still didn't wake up."
"It's been two days, Chiron." The boy said.
"Calm down, Percy," Chiron said.
At this point, I sat in bed, but soon I felt bad. I let out a groan, and they turned to face me. What I expected was to see a boy and a man, but actually I saw a boy and a centaur. One thing you don't see every day. Percy sat next to me, and Chiron was in front of us.
"How are you feeling, kid?" he asked
"Better, I think. Where am I?" I asked.
"Camp Half-Blood. Amy, do you like Greek mythology?" Chiron asked
"I love it. Why?"
"Imagine everything you know about gods. It's all true"
"If this is all true, this camp is ..."
"For demigods" Percy completed my sentence. I looked at him, and my honey eyes met his green eyes.
"And how do I know who my father is?" I asked.
"You will be claimed. It may be soon, it may take a long time, we never know." Chiron said.
"And where I'll be until it happens?" I asked
"Cabin 11. Hermes"
"But first we go to the fire," said Percy.
We got up and walked out of the house where we were.
We walked in silence, to where everyone was. The fire changed color, perhaps because of the humor.
"This is really cool," I said. I saw Percy smile, and we sat around the fire with the other campers. I could already feel the change of time. It was getting colder, but I didn't care. I liked the winter. But suddenly, I felt a very strong cold. As darkness was taking care of me. Suddenly, everything stopped around me, and everyone looked at me. At first I didn't understand. I thought they were looking at my clothes, which were torn.
They weren't looking at me, but above me. I looked up and could see a lyre, just when she was fading.
"Hail, Amy Jones, daughter of Apollo, god of sun, music, prophecy and healing."
I know. It sucks. Sorry, I was really busy this last two weeks.