PG-13 for Graphic vilonce
The world had been ruled by Cronos for, I don't know how long now. I was born in to a world where mortals where slaves and the few Half bloods that haden't joined him where dying out. I was one of those few.The gods were't dead just in hiding, but we knew he would them soon. I peaked around the corrner. Dark Guards Cronos's main bullys I jumped from my hiding spot and laned softly behind them. They each wore a sword and carried a long spear. I moved silently behind them, listening carefully to what they had to say. "Big break out last weak.
"No kiding?"
"No bunch of Half bloods in a holding center broke out."
"Have they caught any?"
"About five but fifteen got away."
They began to turn the corrner. I acted swiftly. My knife hit the left guard in the throat. He made a choking sound and fell forward. "What the!" cried the other guard. He turned and ran I pulled my second knife out and threw it. The guard fell. I walked out to the guard who'd run. "Where's the holding camp."
"I don't know." he whimpered. My knife had hit his leg.
"Your lying."
"How do you know?"
"When you lie your hart pumps blood faster. With a leg wound like that there wouldn't be so much blood unless you're lying" He paused.
"North east, where camp Half blood was."
"Thank you."
"Can I have a drink of water?"
"Yeah." I leaned down and gaive him my water bottle. I pulled the knife out of the kids leg he gasped in pain. I walk to the other guard and retrieved my first knife. When I got back the boy had stoped drinking.
"Thanks." I started to walked away. "Hey aren't you going to kill me?"
"Do you want me to?"
"No."
"Then I'm not, I don't kill in cold blood."
End of part one continued in a Journey North...East