Last of the Oath

Last of the Oath
''Emery is just another problem kid with ADHD and dslyexia. Right? Of course not. As we all know, these are sure symptoms of a demigod. And Emery is definitely one of them. But she has no idea until an encounter on a school field trip sends her world upsidedown and changes everything she knew about herself and the world around her. ''

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Okay, the first few chapters are intentionally like the first chapters of "The Lightning Thief". I kind of wanted to do my own take on the way the book begins. Like if it were Emery instead of Percy. I may make it so she fits into the rest of the series. We'll see! For now I have 2 chapters. I'll post chapters as they finished

And don't worry. It's a very clean, family-friendly story. No smex. No uber violence. I wanted to recreate the feeling of the PJ series as best as I could, which means nothing too adult.



Chapter 1 My Life Is Was Average
"So what exactly are you talking about…" With an eyebrow arched high in confusion, and maybe with a dash of suspicion, I responded to my large friend's statement. Something about a hill with half blood. And something about a summer camp for people who were "different". Well I knew what he meant about the whole "different people" part of his little explanation, which really had failed to explain anything at all and only caused my brain more confusion. The "different person" was definitely directed towards me. Was I different? Yeah, I guess you could call me that. But only because I always seem to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. Like that trip to a local prison that was supposedly haunted. So it looked like something was following a certain person I felt a distaste towards. And that certain person also ended up with a broken nose when that door had hit her in the face. It really wasn't my fault. I hadn't even opened that door. I wasn't standing anywhere near the stupid thing! But I did see, something, near it. What it was, I can only guess at. It sort of looked like a really faint outline of a person. And I swear I saw what looked like the weird thing's hand swing the door open when it saw Nikki (that person for whom I hold a strong distaste) coming, leading her little horde of minions while trading gossip about all sorts of things and explaining in detail why certain people were social failures. I'm sure my name came up once or twice. But either way, as much as I had enjoyed watching her face lose a fight to that door, it did unnerve me as what had happened actually sunk in. I mean, what HAD actually happened? And had I actually done it? But I couldn’t have, and that's the scary part. I mean, I was mad at her, especially since she had tripped me earlier that day and I almost smashed my face into the cold concrete of the prison floor. And of course, had gotten me in a bit of trouble when she blamed it on me.

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And then that stupid friend of mine, the one who had dragged me from home and took me somewhere… that I had no idea where exactly "somewhere" was except that I apparently was in New York thanks to one of those nice signs that alert me that: 1.) I am welcome to New York, 2.) that it was the Empire State, and 3.) that I also apparently loved New York; which I didn't know before reading that sign. But yeah, he stood next to me, that crazy friend. Like real close to me the rest of the field trip so the only thing Nikki could do to get back at me (for something I had no part in, but that's Nikki for you) was throw me an evil look whenever she figured my large, hulking friend wasn't looking. But that's not important. What's important is what my crazy friend was saying to me now as we drove. I didn't even know that he could drive. I did know, however, that this was totally illegal because Kos was my age.

"So, will you quit standing around and move." Kostantinos, who was that crazy friend of mine, said to me in a voice that was sterner-sounding than usual. That usually meant that he was really serious. "We need to go, now. Unless you are just waiting around for monsters to come eat you."

Yeah, he was completely serious. Even when he said something like that, something that sounded absolutely ridiculous; you knew he was taking all this seriously. And that was the scary part.

"Okay, okay. I get it. Wait, let me rephrase that… I don't get it. What the heck is going on?" I said, sounding extremely confident in my confusion. I wasn't going to just let him drag me across state lines without my allowing to say where we were going, without me actually knowing where we were going. "I really wish you would tell me what's going on. And not just confusing me more." And then he signed, placing his face in his hand and shaking his head at me; as if he had to explain to me how to color in the lines and I still didn't get it. 'Silly Emery, you really need to pay attention. This is so very simple.' Oh yeah, I'm sure that's what he was thinking. Okay, maybe not in those words, but still!

"Look. I'm taking you to Camp Half-Blood. For people like you. Okay? Now, let's go. We just have to get up that hill, and we're good."

Right. That explained it. Like I'm supposed to have known what in the heck he was talking about. He also told me that I was really lucky. Apparently I was lucky because I haven't been having too much trouble with monsters until now. As far as I could tell, I had never seen as monster.

Not until today.

And that's why I'm blindly following my crazy friend. To some place I've never heard of. Because of what happened today.