Allie POV
I panicked. She was out cold. What is that thing? It kinda looks like a giant dog. My mind raced. Is she okay. I hope she is. I couldn't live with myself if she died. Jake had tried distracted it but it turned it's head and looked at me with hatred filled eyes. It lunged at me. I tried to dodge it's heavy blow but it's claw slammed down on my arm. I screamed in pain. My vision went red. It was going to attack me again. I closed my eyes tightly.

Then I heard a cold slicing sound. The beast howled in agony. Then everything went silent. I opened my eyes and looked up. Standing next to me was a guy. He was pale with dark hair and near black eyes. He looked at me. "Are you two okay?" he asked. "Well, Elysia's unconscious and I'm pretty sure my shoulder's dislocated but other than that, we're fine." He helped me up. "By the way, the name's Draco. That thing I just killed was a hellhound." Jake walked over and picked up Elysia . "Come on we need to get you two to the infirmary." The walk to the infirmary seemed to take forever. When we finally got there I sat down in a chair. Jake left the room for a moment and came back with two glasses of some type of liquid and bandages.
He sat Elysia up and forced her to drink some of the weird drink and the color came back to her face. Next he walked over to me handed me the cup. "Drink it. You'll feel better, promise." I did what he told me to. The drink tasted like warm cinnamon twists my aunt would make. He took it away from me. "Okay that's enough for you sweetheart." He started to bandage my arm. Pain shot up my arm, I winced. "Sorry." he said, showing little emotion. Just when he got done wrapping my arm, Elysia's eyes fluttered open.

She groaned. I shot up out of the chair and raced over next to her. "Are you okay?" She looked at me. "Yeah just a little light-headed." Relief washed over me. She was okay. She sat upright "What was that?" I looked towards the door. "It was a hellhound according to this guy named Draco." Elysia looked around the room. She spotted Jake. She looked slightly annoyed. I looked at Jake and motioned for him to leave. He shrugged and left. She noticed Draco in the corner. "Is that Draco?" she asked nervously. "Yeah." She looked unsettled. "He's kinda creepy don't you think?" I looked at him. He was a little mysterious looking. "Well sort of." She slumped down and her eyes shut again. She fell back asleep.
I walked over to Draco. "Can you explain everything to me?" Draco nodded. "Well, your here because one of your parents is a Greek god." That actually didn't shock me. "Who is your parent?." He looked away. "You might not want to know." He trailed off. "I won't judge you." He sighed "It's Hades." I was truly confused. "Why is that a bad thing?" I asked. He wasn't able to answer. Jake walked in. "Draco, they need you in the arena." Draco left quickly. Jake looked at Elysia. "She asleep again?" He asked. "No, she's as awake as she can be." I said sarcastically. "Yeah, yeah well come on I'll take you to the Hermes cabin. I took one last look at my friend and walked out the door.

When we arrive at the Hermes cabin, Jake turns to me.
"This is the cabin of the children of Hermes, like me, and the unclaimed. You will be staying here until your godly parent claims you. If your godly parents claim you." I nod and follow him through the door. The cabins are mostly empty. There are a few beds, and the ground is littered with sleeping bags. Jake leads me over to one and I sit on the edge of it.
"So, I guess you can hang out here, get to know some people before dinner. You have about fifteen minutes, so just try and get situated. I am going back to the infirmary to stay with Elysia," he smiles, "You have an interesting friend," he winks. With that, he turns and leaves.
I walk over to a tall red headed girl with bright blue eyes, leaning over a sleeping bag.
"Hi," I say. I think I should try and make some friends; get to know people. I extend my hand to her, "I'm Allie."
"Hi, I'm Erica," she smiles and takes my hand, shakes it thrice, and drops it.
"Are you claimed?" I ask her.
"No. Children of Hermes get beds, but we're stuck with the sleeping bags." Her grin widens. She seems nice enough. But I'm still not sure I can trust anyone.