Sarah Lesley

I wake up, sore, and extremely cold. Someone is shanking my cage as I look up. One of the Cyclopses has one hand on the cage, and a small basket in the other. She drops the basket in and closes the hatch.

I crawl over to it and open it. It's packed with food. Apples, bananas, boxes of cereal, strawberries, muffins, and a jar of chocolate icing. I grab a muffin and sniff it before taking a huge bite. I noticed a curl of steam and open the other side and a jug of on, apple juice, and hot chocolate are there.

I grab the hot cocoa and pour it down my throat, feeling the warm spread throughout my body.

After I've had my fill, I stand up and stretch, then walk over to the stack of books. I grab the one of top, and blow off the dust. The title is 'Greek Myths'. I grab the next one, and it's about Roman Myths.

I go and sit down on the pallet, crossing my legs and opening the Greek book. Over the course of the next two days, it went like this. Morning wake up, breakfast, reading, lunch, reading, bathroom, dinner, reading, lights out.

The only thing I could do was read. I didn't have any more abnormal dreams, just normal ones. Well, I did dream of Jen and Jacob, they were at some camp I think. Log cabins, a sword tithing arena, archery range, it looked pretty cool. I also dreamt of the girl Lizzie. She was arguing with a girl who looked a lot like her.

Lizzie's eyes were flashing. "We have to go get her. Come on Jazz. It's SARAH!" She makes gestures with her hands.

"I know Liz, but,"

"But what? There are no buts. I'm done. I'm going with, or without you. Vahl already said she'd go. I can just ask someone else." Lizzie said, crossing her arms.

The girl named Jazz just sighs, and leans back on the bed she's sitting on, her straight red hair sprawling everywhere.

"Lizzie. I WANT to go with you. I'm just," she paused. "Just worried. If it really IS Sarah, why can't she get out herself."

"Jazz. She has no clue who she is. I know you can tell the future, but right now it's annoying."

That's all I saw. I've been thinking a lot lately about what she meant by that. I don't know who I am? What, am I special? I always shake my head and dismiss the thought.

My clothes are officially dirty and worn. Once a day they bring me a fresh pair of clothes that magically form to fit me. Today they brought me a nice outfit. A purple top with a giant lace bow on the chest, and a pair of white short shorts. Normally I would NEVER wear those, but I don't have any other choice.

For the first time there's shoes with them. A deep deep purple pair of heels. Their gorgeous. I slip them on and stand up unsteadily. I take a few steps, getting a feel for the height.

Just as I take another step, I feel a hand grab my waist, and I'm lifted up out of the cage, and thrown into the dirty bathroom. "Make yourself look nice. Big boss' orders."

I sigh and grab a brush. My hair instantly untangles and shines. I grab small pieces from either side and bring the together in the back with a white elastic. I clip a large white bow in the back, and out away the brush. I open the medicine cabinet and grab the giant bag of make-up and start putting it on.

I slather on foundation to hide all my freckles, and add the blush, mascara, and purple eyeshadow. I add a coat of pink lipstick, and a coat of sparkly lipgloss. I poke in some diamond earrings.

I knock on the door, and am lifted up and tossed into a cotton bag. That's a new one. After ten minuets of trying to stay still, I'm dropped out. I land on my feet from practice. But I am wearing heels, and it sends a jolt of pain up both legs.

I walk over to the small marble table and sit in the velvet cushioned chair across from a man in black. He snaps his fingers and a waiter with no hair and blue eyes sets down two plates of steaming mashed potatoes, steak, and green beans.

I breath in the scent of the marvelous food and close my eyes as my sight is flooded with a vision. I stifle a scream as I see a bloodied mouth, and a black eye.

I open them, pretending I saw nothing, and prepare to eat, picking up a fork and steak knife and start cutting the meat.

"If I may, can I ask why you brought me here and are giving me a ribeye steak, mashed potatoes and green beans if I'm your prisoner?"

He laughs. "You are here to discus the terms of our agreement."

I chew on the flavorful steak, and swallow as I reply, "What agreement? I never agreed to anything.

"I am willing to offer you your freedom on a few conditions."

"Mhm. And what are they?"

"Well, first, you must join me and my crew and aid me in any way possible, second, if you come in contact with any other demigods you are to kill them, last, if you 'see' anything, you are to tell me immediately."

"You say other demigods like I am one." I said with a mouth full of potatoes.

"Well of course you are, otherwise you wouldn't give off such a strong scent. Yes. I can sense some godly power in your blood."

I shrugged my shoulders. "You can sense all you want, I'm not one. I've read about what the signs are, and what demigods go through, and I haven't gone through any of that stuff. Not even close."

"You mean to tell me that you are not a half-blood? What?!" I can hear the outrage. Without meaning to, I duck and roll away from the table, just as he stands up and throws it in my direction.

"You tricked me! You and your demigod friends!" He lunged at me, with his arms extended. I roll away, but one of his claws grazes my lip. Ya. You heard right. Claws.

He had turned into a manticore. "Whoa dude. I've never met any demigod." I say, as I crawl backwards and stand up.

"Because I need you, I will have to spare you. But don't forget that if I want of need to, I can kill you with a flick of my hand." He barked for the guards, and they came rushing in and grabbed my arms painful tight and pressed them behind my back, bending them and raising them high.

I arched my back in pain, as they forced me forward. When I walked by the manticore man, he socked me in the eye, making me crumble to the ground, in agony.

Have to ever been punched or kicked in the eye? Well imaging that, but with spikes on the fist. My eye felt like a balloon being inflated. The pain was so incredibly painful, they had to carry me back to my cell.

For the first time, they gently laid me on the blanket, and left me alone. With my both eyes closed I drifted off into a restless sleep, full of pain, and darkness.

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