Queen of Fire
Life
I broke the crest of the hill seeing the valley below me in all its morning glory. The camp looked different than it did last time I was here, but so did New York and all the people I had seen. I can here the howl of the hell hounds behind me, they've been following me for the past three days as I've trecked across the city and the country to get to one of the only safe place for people like me Camp Half Blood. I know if I get down to the valley Chiron will be there to tell me why I'm alive and why the world looks so different. Another howl closer this time looking back I see the red eyes and saliva filled maw of the largest hell hound I've ever seen, easily the size of a village house. As I look at it it couches and pounces rolling out of the way I bring my stygian iron sword Tripes up to carve a slice out of the beast.
