Post by Kyra on May 19, 2015 22:53:24 GMT -5
The morning sun was just breaking over the horizon in a beautiful display as Jesse sprinted up the grassy hill, cuts and bruises adorning her features. The sunrise would have been breathtaking, if she hadn't been so winded from running all this way. Her legs ached for rest, but she couldn't give up. Not when she was so close. She had to reach the border. Only then would she be truly safe.
Charlie Zimmerman had warned her about this camp; all bad things that eventually led to the demigods there not believing what he did about the gods. And even though she'd worked alongside him for nearly two years, every ounce of trust and respect for him had disappeared. She no longer believed his convincing words, or heeded his steadfast commands; she was finding her own way. And her guts told her this was the right decision.
But almost immediately after she fled the motel where Charlie had made his base, Jesse had been set upon by a pack of deviant hellhounds. Charlie knew she was gone, and Jesse knew he would do everything in his power to prevent her from reaching that camp. So Jesse evaded her hunters, at least for a little while. Just before dawn, they'd found her trail once more, and are now only yards behind her, barking and snapping viciously.
But nonetheless there she was, being trailed by hellhounds, running for her life up a steep hill towards the Border that presumably protected the camp from monsters and prying eyes. At least that's what the rumors told. And this border was her last chance of survival. She just hoped that there wasn't anyone guarding it, or she may not be let in.
As the hellhounds closed in, Jesse looked up to the top of the hill. As luck would have it, there stood an armed demigod, watching her for up the hill. Jesse hoped to the gods that they wouldn't stop her from entering. Not that she didn't deserve to be left out where she could be eaten alive.
Charlie Zimmerman had warned her about this camp; all bad things that eventually led to the demigods there not believing what he did about the gods. And even though she'd worked alongside him for nearly two years, every ounce of trust and respect for him had disappeared. She no longer believed his convincing words, or heeded his steadfast commands; she was finding her own way. And her guts told her this was the right decision.
But almost immediately after she fled the motel where Charlie had made his base, Jesse had been set upon by a pack of deviant hellhounds. Charlie knew she was gone, and Jesse knew he would do everything in his power to prevent her from reaching that camp. So Jesse evaded her hunters, at least for a little while. Just before dawn, they'd found her trail once more, and are now only yards behind her, barking and snapping viciously.
But nonetheless there she was, being trailed by hellhounds, running for her life up a steep hill towards the Border that presumably protected the camp from monsters and prying eyes. At least that's what the rumors told. And this border was her last chance of survival. She just hoped that there wasn't anyone guarding it, or she may not be let in.
As the hellhounds closed in, Jesse looked up to the top of the hill. As luck would have it, there stood an armed demigod, watching her for up the hill. Jesse hoped to the gods that they wouldn't stop her from entering. Not that she didn't deserve to be left out where she could be eaten alive.
