Daughter of Tartarus

I picked up the girl slowly and put her in my arms, bridal style. For some reason I can feel that she is one of us. I whistled a four note tune. Thanks to Percy I have a new best friend. A white Pegasus swooped down and I placed the girl on her back. I sat behind the little girl... wait, a little girl? Didn't she just look like a teenager a few minutes ago? I shrugged. I then leaned her head against my chest.

"C'mon Charlotte let's go back to camp," I said quietly so I wouldn't wake her up. I looked at her face, she is pretty but she is too young for me. I blushed and looked up to see that the moon was slowly rising up. The moon brought back so many memories. Some good, most terrible.

"Faster girl, she needs help." I said while patting Charlotte's neck.

- 30 Minutes Later -

Charlotte swooped down and landed on the ground softly. I picked up the girl and shifted her weight so she would be comfortable. Then I told Charlotte to go, she whinnied and left to go to her friends. I walked towards the infirmary, taking small glances at the girl once in a while. When I got to the infirmary, I lay her down on a clean bed. Her blood stained the pearl white sheets. I looked at my hands and saw blood. I went over to the sink and rinsed off my hands. Then I grabbed a light blue cloth and wet it with cold water. I walked over to her still body and placed the towel on her head. I sighed and starts tending to her wounds.

After what seemed like forever, she stirred. I sighed and sat back on her bed. Her eyes snapped open and she sat up quickly.

"Woah there, where's the fire?" I put my hand on her shoulders to steady her.

"Where am I?" She stuttered.

"Where are you? You are at Camp Half-Blood," I said joyfully.

Notes

Dear Readers,
This chapter is messed because I'm sick but please give me feedback.
Your humble author- C.R.