My name is Leah

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Chapter one


My name is Leah.

That's all I have from my parents. They left me on the doorstep of Chandler's home for orphaned children when I was baby.

Life here is terrible. If you are here, I'm sorry for you. If you aren't, never come here.

I have to go. I'm not telling where I'm going in case Mrs. Chandler finds this note. If a child finds this not, please keep my secret. Thank you.

Leah stopped writing. She figured this was as good as she was going to get. She had wanted to disappear without a trace, but she couldn't bring herself to do that. If she managed to survive on her own, she vowed she would comeback and change things. She didn't want any more children to grow up the way she did.

She cast one last glance at her roommate. They had gotten along so well…… but it couldn't be helped. She had to leave. NOW.

Out on the streets, Leah congratulated herself. That was a lot easier than she thought it would be. Mrs. Chandler was a sound sleeper.

"Watch it!"

Leah jumped. She'd been thinking and not looking where she was going. She had walked right into someone. "Oh, sorry."

It was hard to tell what the person looked like in the dark. "It can't be….." He muttered.

It was then that she noticed the other man behind him.

"Hey! Get a look at this!"

The second man stepped up. Leah noted he looked more like a teenager.

"Could it be?"

"Yeah," the teen grumbled, "I think it is."

Leah started backing up. "Um, excuse me," she started, but it ended in a shriek. The man was coming towards her. "Leave me alone!" She cried.

"Yeah, she's a strong one," muttered the teen. "I'm thinking Athena or Apollo. She obviously doesn't know."

"I don't know what? I have ears!"

The man nodded, then turned to me. "Girl. In the car."

"No!" I cried.

"Girl," he hissed, grabbing my arm, "you do not want to test me. Get. In. The. Car."

"No!" I cried again.

"Then I have no choice," he whispered, and everything went black.

I woke up feeling stiff-headed, cold, and sore. I wondered if it was a dream- I always woke up like that in the orphanage. But no. I was on the floor of a car, with my arms tied behind my back. The teenager was holding my legs together as he tied them up. I tried to scream before realizing there was a sock in my mouth. I apparently made too much noise waking up, because the teenager looked up and his eyes widened.

"Hey! She's awake!"

I tried to open the car door with my body to escape. The man from before blocked me. He smiled. "We'll have none of that. Get her up into a seat."

I was helped into sitting up. The teen pulled the gag out of my mouth. "Gee, thanks," I muttered. "That helps a lot."

He looked down at his feet. "Sorry," he muttered.

I got a better look at him in the light. He had strawberry-blond hair with deep brown hair. He looked like he was my age. He was kinda cute. Of course, he would have seemed cuter if he wasn't tying me up.

The other man took notice of me noticing the teen. "Oh, she can't know too much about us." He put a cloth over my mouth, and it smelled sickly sweet. Everything went black.

I woke up chained to a chair. A new teen was standing in front of me. Unlike the old one, he seemed to have a confidence about him that instantly made me hate him. Even worse, he was holding a sword. And I did not like what I saw behind him.

"So, a new one? Who are you?" he asked thrusting the blade at me.


He rolled his eyes. "Last name and parentage."

"No last name. No parentage."

He gave me a nick on the arm with the sword. It was shallow- it barely bled. I took it as a warning. "I'm an orphan."

"Ah. A new one. Which parent?"

Someone behind me said, "No clue."

I tried to turn my check and look behind me, but the boy caught my check with the blade and turned my head towards him. "Better. Now-"

"No, I want to know what's going on. Who are you? Where am I? And what is that thing behind you?"

He turned. "Oh, this? It's your new bed!"

My stomach lurched. Behind him was a table with straps on it.

"I hope you like it," he said, and everything went black.

I woke up on my new "bed." The boy was standing over me. My wrists and ankles were strapped to the table.

"You know, I'm getting really tired of this whole "get-knocked-out-and-wake-up-tied-or-chained-up" thing," I commented.

He snorted. "Get used to it. It's time for answers now."

I didn't like what that meant.

He smiled. "By the way, my name is Luke. Luke Castellan."

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