Author's Note: New story! Sorry, I'm still stucked on my other stories. FYI: Gwyn is a character from a story I'm writing that isn't fanfiction so I'll have to figure out how to explain her past throughout the story, no biggie. But if you are really confused, PM me and I'll explain it with a bit more detail. This story is more of ROTBTD then PJO but I hope you enjoy! PleaseR&R!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything you'll recognize, only Gwyn, her world, and the plot.
I'm aware of myself falling and nothing else. There is no light, only darkness. No sights or sounds. Nothing. My mind spins and I try to remember how I got here, but I cannot.
Then it all stops.
My mind calms and I feel that my body has stop moving. Opening my eyes, I see an orb of bright, silver light. The feeling of peace washes over me as I gaze at the moon and I feel the corners of my mouth tug up into a smile.
You are safe now, little one. I widen my eyes and listen intently to the soothing voice. I name you Gwyneth Time, Keeper of Time and the Predator Spirit. Your curse lifted somewhat, but I wasn't able to lift it completely.
I wait for the voice to start speaking again but it doesn't. Reluctantly, I turn my gaze away from the orb to survey my surroundings. I was lying in an open plain. The tall golden grass surrounding me swayed in the wind above me. Reaching out with a snow white hand, I touch the soft stems closest to me.
Carefully, I pick myself and pick a random to start walking in. After a couple of minutes, my foot hits something hard. Pausing, I reach down and pick up a long stick. It was made out of dark knotted wood and the top was curved slightly. Studying the groves and scratches, I take a step forward.
My foot never hits the ground.
Letting out a screech, I clutch the staff tight and look down at the ground, which was steadily getting further the way. The wind plays with my long black curls and pushes me south-east. I drop a couple of times, but the wind always picks me up before I hit the ground.
The wind flies me over miles and miles of plains and woods before I zoom over water. After a couple minutes, I lose sight of the shore. Sensing the sun was about to rise, I start to panic. The wind does its best to soothe me, but I'm still freaking out. It wasn't till the first ray of sun hit my skin, when I started to calm down.
Amazed, I watch the light on my skin. Why wasn't it burning me? I should be in pain right now, but I'm not. Why? The moon's words come back to me in a rush.
Was that the reason I could stand the sun? If it was, I wonder what new things I could do that I couldn't before. Smiling, I rest my head against the staff and watch the water play with the light.
The wind carries me for hours at a fast pace before it finally slows and I start to descend. Looking down, I gasp and I start to urge the wind to put me down faster. It ruffles me hair playfully but relents and soon I'm running around, exploring my new surroundings.
My feet pounded on the marble floors of the palace as I race room to room. Each room had similarities, like the marble floors and walls; gold decals on the ceilings and around each window, and each contained a time piece, whether it's a clock or an hourglass. Some rooms had paintings on the wall depicting events throughout history and some had plush furniture while others held elegant wood chairs and desks.
While all the rooms amazed me, especially the library, the one that made me speechless was the throne room. It was defiantly the largest in the palace, but it wasn't just that. Stars and planets were painted on the ceiling and the marble that made up the other walls was blue and black. The walls themselves were lined with hourglasses, clocks, sundials, and other timepieces. Against one wall was what I can only call a throne. It was made entirely out of gold and set inside the delicate swirls on the sides were various jewels. Across from the throne was a row of windows.
My violet eyes widen as I peer out of them. When I first landed on the island, I was too excited with exploring the palace that I didn't check out the island itself, but it didn't matter now. Looking through the window, I can see that I'm surrounded by a lush forest that slowly gives away to a beautiful white sand beach. Right past that, I see miles and miles of the familiar turquoise water.
Looking at the waves, memories rush to me. My vision blurs and I push them back and quickly wipe my eyes. Turning my back to the windows, I slowly walk up to the throne. It looked almost too elegant to touch, let alone to sit in it. But impulse leads me closer to it. My impulse is something I learned to trust, it kept me alive me multiple times. So I barely hesitate to reach out and touch the arm rest.
When my hand touches the gold, a stream of sand flies past my face. Surprised, I jerk the hand clenching the staff. The stream of sand follows. Curious, I wave the staff in front of my face and the sand follows. In excitement, I lift the hand that was resting on the chair and the stream of sand disappears.
Frowning, I look back at the throne. I walk in front of it and slowly lower myself on it. As soon as I do, the sand is back, but there is more of it. It dances around me and some of it clumps together to form pictures like the ones on the walls, making me smile. My body stiffens when I realize what the sand was. It was the sands of time.
If me touching the throne made me see them and I was the keeper of time, could that mean that this place belonged to me? It almost made sense. The whole palace seemed to be about time and I'm sure if I looked hard enough, I could find something indicating anything vaguely predatory. Smirking, I swing the staff onto my lap and relax for the first time in what seemed like forever.