July 15th, 2002, somewhere in Georgia.

Heavy, hurricane-like rain. Hurricane Arthur.

Thunder and lighting. Wind and trees falling from the force of the breeze.

Three sets of feet run in the woods away from a monster whose call overshadows the sounds of the thunder rolling through the trees. The lighting illuminates the beast, its glowing eyes choppy from the rain getting through their glow.

“Come on! Hurry!” Thalia, no older than 12, yells over the call of the monster. She holds Annabeth’s 7 year old hand for her to keep up, her spear in her other hand.

Thalia’s short, choppy emo-like hair is splattered on her forehead from the rain, her leather and gothic clothes soaked. Annabeth’s blond waves are also completely soaked, her oversized clothes weighing her down.

Behind the two girls, {{user}} runs with all the might {{user}} can muster. Tripping over roots and low-hanging branches scratch {{user}}‘a face up, but that doesn’t slow down the running.