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I Nearly Get Sliced By A Demigod

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One second, I was blowing my nose. The next second, there was a sword in my gut.


"Oh my god!" I shouted. "Do you always kill people when they blow their nose?" 


The boy was about my age, medium height, messy black hair, and bright sea green eyes. And I'll admit, he was kinda cute, too. The bronze sword that had just somehow passed through my abdomen, leaving me without a scratch somehow, however, was not cute in the slightest. 


"You're mortal!" the boy exclaimed, dumbfounded.


I looked at him in disbelief. As if he wasn't? "What's that supposed to mean? Of course I'm mortal! How did you get that sword past security?"


"I didn't—Wait, you can see it's a sword?"


Who did this guy think he was? Was he mocking me? I just rolled my eyes. He wasn't worth my time.


"Well, it's either a sword or the biggest toothpick in the world," I responded. Then I unleashed all my questions. "And why didn't it hurt me? I mean, not that I'm complaining. Who are you?" I observed him once again, and finally took notice of his clothes. He appeared to be wearing—was that lion fur? I added that to the very long list of questions I had.


I continued to ask as many questions as my brain could process, until the boy snapped his fingers in front of my face and said, "You don't see a sword. It's just a ballpoint pen."


I blinked. He looked like he was concentrating hard on that. Strange. " It's a sword, weirdo."


"Who are you?" He demanded. Rude. Like I was the one that ran a sword through him.


I huffed and told him my full name: "Rachel Elizabeth Dare. Now, are you going to answer my questions, or should I scream for security?"


"No!" he said quickly. "I mean, I'm kind of in a hurry. I'm in trouble."


"In a hurry or in trouble?"


"Um, sort of both."


I looked over his shoulder and saw a horrifying sight: semi-human creatures with dull gray skin and yellow eyes. I realized then why the boy was so nervous and jittery, why he was "in a hurry and in trouble," and found part of a possible explanation for why his sword had passed right through me.


"Bathroom!" I exclaimed.




"Bathroom! Behind me! Now!"


Fortunately, he listened to me. I didn't want to see him get hurt. He slipped inside the boys' bathroom...and left me to deal with the creatures


As they neared closer, it became apparent to me that the creatures were some form of skeleton, but nothing like you'd see on TV. Up close, their skin was transparent, and I could see their bones. 


But I had to save both myself and the boy. So I did what earned me my chatterbox title as a kid: I talked the ears off of anyone in a five foot radius. 


"Oh my god! Did you see that kid? It's about time you got here. He tried to kill me! He had a sword, for god's sake. You security guys let a sword-swinging lunatic inside a national landmark? I mean, jeez! He ran that way toward those turbine thingies. I think he went over the side or something. Maybe he fell." 


The skeletons clattered away towards the turbines. After they moved far enough away, I opened the door for the boy. "All clear. But you better hurry." I hoped I didn't look as bad as I felt.


He peeked around the corner where the skeletons were. "I owe you one, Rachel Elizabeth Dare."


"What are those things?" I asked. "They looked like—"




I nodded.


"Do yourself a favor," he told me. "Forget it. Forget you ever saw me."


"Forget you tried to kill me?"


"Yeah. That too."


I had one more question, though. "But who are you?"


"Percy Gotta-go!" Then he bolted away. 


"What kind of name is Percy Gotta-go?"