The wind whipped my face as I ran from the facility. Buildings blazed with green and blue fire behind me.

I could hear the drones. The people yelling. Running.

From something I had created.

They had told me I was special. That I would bring warmth to the cold and light to the darkness.

But they were wrong.

I wasn’t the hero. I was the villain.

Tears ran down my face as I reached the sheltered forest. I was safe, for now.

My heart was pounding, and I could feel my feet scratched and bleeding. Pools of salty water gathered in a puddle at my feet.

It wasn’t supposed to end up this way.

It wasn’t supposed to be this bad.

My arms were burning.

“Kematian!” I heard someone yell.

My head shot up as I realized who had called my name. I stumbled as I stood. I turned to where the voice had come from and ran in the opposite direction.

I had to get away from him. The voices in my head screamed at me.

_”You have to find him!”_

_”He is the only one who can help you!”_

_”He will keep you safe!”_

I ignored them. I gasped for air, clutching my knees to keep my balance. Then I ran again. His voice got closer and closer, until I felt him touch my arm.

“Kematian, what are you doing?” He exclaimed.

“Getting away from everyone, what do you think?” I yelled back.

He stepped closer to me, and I drew my knife from my flowy Grecian dress. He stepped back, nearly tripping over his very modern-looking clothes.

“Kematian?” He seemed to ask, fear in his eyes. I lowered my dagger. I was a monster.

“I’m sorry życie,” I said, sheathing my dagger again.

“I’m just a little freaked out with everything that’s going on, no one trusts me anymore,” I said, rubbing my arm.

Życie stepped closer to me and squeezed my shoulder.

“Well, I do. This wasn’t your fault, Kematian. You had too much on your shoulders. No one can handle that pressure alone.”

I smiled. A distant noise came from the forest beyond, and I quickly realized I had no idea where I was.

Życie was determined. With his short black hair and tan skin, he looked almost exactly like Percy Jackson, only he had icy blue eyes.

Did that make me Annabeth? I did have long blonde hair and gray-green eyes, but I was very pale with freckles all over my face.

Życie always said how cute they were. But that was years ago, did it still count?

These stupid thoughts plagued my head, giving me a terrible migraine, while the voices got closer.

“We need to find a place to hide,” Życie said, looking around to make sure we were still hidden.

I nodded.

I was ready.

Fun fact: Życie means life in Polish, and Kematian means death in Indonesian.