Camp Half-Blood: Shadows, Shields and Secrets

Percy Jackson/Heroes of Olympus fanfic for the Battle Of The Fandoms comp!!!!! :) :)

Three demigods, sent to retrieve the armour and the shield of Achilles. If they succeed, the demigods might stand a chance against Gaia's forces. If they fail, the demigods lose.


2. Chapter one (Starr)

It started when I picked up the Percy Jackson book. Look, I didn't want to be a half-blood. Reading the books, I couldn't help but wish that I could trade places with him, because being a demigod is just so much better than being a mortal. If you're reading this because you think you might be one, my advice is: close this book right now. Believe whatever lie your mom or dad told you about your birth, and try to lead a normal life. Normal? Normal was boring.

Being a half-blood is dangerous. It's scary. Most of the time, it gets you killed in painful, nasty ways. Wouldn't 'scary' be worse than my stupid, normal life? Wouldn't 'scary' be better than being bullied every day, wishing you could be something bigger, better?

If you're a normal kid, reading this because you think it's fiction, great. I envy you for being able to believe that none of this ever happened. Yeah, I might have believed that it was fiction once, but when everything started to go all weird? Then, something triggered inside me, something that made me believe that the books might, just might, be real.

But if you recognize yourself in these pages- if you feel something stirring inside - stop reading immediately. You might be one of us. And once you know that, it's only a matter of time before they sense it too, and they'll some for you.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

Thing is, when I read the book, I felt nothing. There was no feeling that I could be a half-blood, just a longing that I was.

But then a hellhound turned up in the middle of my geography class, and the lesson about erosion became one about running for my life, and trying not to get eaten.

That was when I really, really didn't want to be a demigod.


I was half asleep when the wall smashed open. My geography teacher had been rambling on about chemical erosion,(or was it weathering?) before she suddenly snapped at this kid called Petal to stop looking out the window.

"But there's a cute chihuahua outside, ma'am!" Petal complained. Naturally, I glanced outside, and, seriously wondering if I was experiencing mental health problems, saw the giant hellhound, charging at the window.

It's fur was jet black, like scorched coal lying in the pit of a blazing fire. Huge, gleaming fangs lined it's powerful jaws, and it's eyes seemed like living pits of evil - pretty much like having a mini Tartarus in each eye.

In other words, enough to make even my P.E teacher wet himself.

I threw myself to the floor, and everybody looked around at me in shock. And then, as my geography teacher opened her mouth to lecture me, the wall exploded to my left.

Naturally, I ran.

And naturally, I could hear the sound of the hellhound chasing me through my own school.

The hellhound, as I found out after just a few seconds, was seriously faster than me. Running into some random English lesson, I could hear the fangs of the hellhound snapping over my head. Yelling out, I grabbed the nearest thing available - the teacher's computer screen- and lobbed it at the hellhound.

It didn't stop it, but I could hear a yelp as I charged away, coming back out the door that I'd come into. Not really caring what way I was going, I just legged it down the corridor. When you're being chased by something that big and scary, you tend not to really give a damn what way you run.

The sound of hellhound behind me was getting louder. And suddenly, as I dashed around a corner, I ran head-first into Dana.

Yeah. Not the best person to slam into, considering I'd liked him for the last year or so.

Unfortunately, it probably wasn't the best way to win him over, but I didn't exactly have time for formalities, so, instead of apologising, I screamed,

"RUN!" and he joined me in fleeing the hellhound.

"You're not seeing a Chihuahua there, right?" he gasped, as we darted outside, onto the school courtyard.

"If I was, I wouldn't be running, would I?" I yelled frantically, hearing the snapping fangs behind me.

Dana didn't reply, just saved his energy for running for his life.

Some war cry echoed out from behind us, a war cry with an alarmingly goat-like bleet to it. I glanced around, and saw this guy from two years above me charging the hellhound.

Psycho! I thought, as the hellhound turned, slowly, to look at the idiot behind him. Bounding towards the year eleven with a snarl on it's face, the hellhound bared it's fangs, ready to snap the poor guy's neck...

Which was when a giant nature club materialised in his hands, and he whacked the hellhound in the face.

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