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Cold. That’s what you felt. You didn’t know what was happening and when you tried to remember, you couldn’t. After that, you were a little freaked out and tried to remember anything. All that came to your mind was your name, age, and where you came from. You were (y/n) (l/n), a sixteen year old from Queens. You had (h/l) (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes. Your normally clean (s/t) was now dirty and looked a little darker from the grime.

For some odd reason, you had a sword strapped to your waist, a quiver on your back and a bow in your hand. You were wearing an orange shirt and dark blue skinny jeans along with black combat boots. And in those boots, you soon found out that there were knives in them. You looked at your surroundings and saw that you were in a little wooded patch on the side of the road. You stood up and stumbled into a tree.

“Ow,” you mumbled. Your head felt like it was being run through with a sword. A groan came from behind you. Your instincts took over and you put your back to the tree, slowing down and quieting your breathing.

“(y/n)? Where are you?” a voice said. You tensed. Even though you couldn’t remember much, you faintly recognized that voice.

“(y/n)! It’s me, Leo!” the voice called again. You were tempted to say something, but something held you back and you refrained from speaking.

“(y/n)! Come out!” At this point, you were terrified and shaking. You knew something was wrong, but didn’t know what.

“(y/n)!” Your name was called more urgently that time.

“Oh just stop that, Tom. No one’s out there. This little git just said that to distract us!” a much deeper voice said.

“Well that’s no good! One demigod isn’t enough for the both of us,” another voice said, this time a little higher. “Especially one this scrawny.”

“Hey! I’m not THAT scrawny!” someone said.

‘That voice! I know that voice!’ you thought, your eyes widening.

“You are! Don’t deny it,” the high itched voice said. Tom, you think.

“I’m not. You’re just fat!” Leo said. Tom gasped.

“Bert! He just called me fat!” To whined to Bert.

“No. I called BOTH of you fat,” Leo corrected. “And you’re wrong. There is someone out there. More than one to be precise.” Those words took you back. There were more people? Where? You were so deep in thought that you didn’t hear the quiet sound of leaves crunching under feet. Suddenly, a hand was on your mouth and you were being pulled away.