Demigod Life
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Marilynn pushed through the crowd walking from the arena. She passed Katy, who was running, and saw blood.
" Katy! What happened!" I yelled. But Katy kept running further and further........ -
Lexi loveheart NewbieKaty stopped and turned around back at the kid she just pushed through. Did I, oh no, did I get blood on her. Um Em, that's bad right?
Yep, Bad reeeeeeeally bad.
"Oh no!" Katy ran after the girl. "Excuse me!" -
"Hm?" She frowned. Oh. I get it. This kiddy want to fight me eh? Her hair perked up in to the curles she placed her hands behind her head and started smiling. The lower part of her dress started giving off smoke. "Oh, really, me? How kind of you, deary!"
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I threw my bow to the younger boy who brought my sword. "Yea you, unless your scared."
(Has Helsa been claimed yet?) -
Marilynn cheered for the girl Helsa as she walked up to Demetrius. What would happen next? Marilynn watched as the two walked nearer to each other. On the non battle side of her brain, she thought about Katy.
" What happened to her hand? I mean, It WAS bloody and stuff. She seemed to rush too......" Marilynn thought. -
I went over to Annabeth, who just left the ring. "Hey!" I called, waving my hand. She grinned, running up to me. "That kid is really good." She said, folding her arms. "He beat me at everything. No one beats me." She frowned, pursing her lips. I poked her cheek. "You'll get another chance to win, right?"
"Right," Annabeth smiled ruefully. "How was your day? Stoll boys causing trouble?"
"No more than usual." I shrugged. "You?"
She was frowning again, focused on my shirt. "TJ, what happened to your shirt?"
"Well, I was rolling around on the hill-"
"No, TJ, this isn't mud on your shirt. This is a bloody handprint!"
"What?!" I looked down, astonished to find a handprint, made of blood, on the side of my shirt. "How did that- ohhh." I remembered the girl who pushed past me. "It's...it's nothing." I muttered. "I don't want to freak out about it."
"TJ, if someone is injured enough to have their hand covered in blood, I am going to freak out." -
Yeah but not many people know who her dad is))
"Mm?" A girl came to give hers sword. It was a cool black one dad gave her. When the sword was in her hand a black sharp looking armor appeared on her body with ack boots. "Of course not. Just don't ruin my hair mkay?" Although it's hard for it to get damaged since it can turn in to fire at any moment. -
I smirked at her. I could almost 'sense' who her parent was. Hades. This'll be fun
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K ran out of the arena for good today and bumped into Annabeth and TJ.
" Hey Tj, Annabeth. What are you- WAHT IS THAT ON YOUR SHIRT!?" I screamed the last part.
" We were trying to figure that out, sis." Annabeth said, putting her arm on my shoulder.
" I...saw Katy run by with a bloody hand. I tried to find her, but couldn't," I whispered shakily. -
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Lexi loveheart NewbieKaty pushed through more people with her non bloody hand and up to the girl with the bloody hand print on her shirt. She was talking to Annabeth "Um exuse me. You need to get that blood of now." Annabeth looked at me. "It's your blood? How could you-"
"ANNABETH IT'S NOT LIKE I CAN CONTROL IT!"
"Then get rid of the sword, then it'll stop."
"You're not making those decisions for me, you know what just get the blood of." Katy ran away from them -
I turned to Marilynn. "Who's Katy? Is she new here?" If she was in the Hermes cabin, I should know. I'd been there since I got to Camp.
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Helsa licked her black lips. "Ah~ this'll be great Hm?" She said standing across from the lad with her hand on one hip and her sword in the other.
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" Um....Katy is Nemesis's child. I befriended her at the tournament. I walked away for a breath of air, but when I was walking back, she ran past me and I saw her bloody hand! And sis, if you knew, why didn't you tell us?" I stared at my sister Annabeth for help.
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"It'll be fun. You have a 'fiery' personality." I taunted
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