Sup peoples! If you're like me you are LACKING Percy Jackson awesomeness. Also, if you're like me, you're wondering what Annabeths and Percys future is like. Most people think its some grand thing where they have 56784395 kids (seriously, whats up with that guys?) and have a wonderful life until one day blahblahblah... Yeah...see...that's not how I picture it. Unfortunately, my view is a little bleaker. One kid. One kid whom they love more than anything. One kid whom the gods fear. (More on that later)
Anyhoo, Percy and Annabeth are killed while trying to save their nine-year old daughter Silena (Named after a certain daughter of Aphrodite, as we all know, PErcy and Annabeth saw her as a hero). Silena then becomes hard. Forcing out pain and blocking out painful things, such as her past. Yeah, title's lame but couldn't think of a better one.
Lena pretty much becomes hard core, letting no one in. She turns to using illegal ways of gaining cash (not anything like bank robbing guys, calm the frick down. ;) ). Although, she continues her schooling as her mother would have wanted. After getting kicked out of her last school she joins her father's old school.
Goode High. :)
Lots of drama, hopefully some good action. I'll try to throw in some comedy. :) And, of course, we got some romance going on. *winkwink*
Haha!
Read on fellow Percy obsessed nerds!
Disclaimer: *starts tearing up* It is my greatest regret that I have to inform you *blows nose* that I actually, dispite what you may believe, own Percy Jackson.
Music: Not listening to any. Never understood hwy authors put what song their listening to. I usually listen to music, but most mi familia is asleep.
NOW to the story. :)
My dad smiled down at me, and my mom was in the kitchen. My father had black hair that stopped just above his eyebrows. His eyes were sea-green and filled with kindness and loyalty. His skin was tan and his body was well-toned, despite his age. My mother was just as fit herself, and also had tan skin. She had long hair she rarely styled, yet it always looked gorgeous. Although she mostly kept it in a loose ponytail. Her eyes were gray and filled with wisdom and knowledge. When angry, they looked completely frightening, although, when she looked at her father, and occasionally myself, they were filled with love.
They both had odd scars, but when I asked them about them, their eyes would darken as if they were remembering when, exactly, they had received those scars. Then they would smile meekly and tell me not to worry about it. I eventually stopped asking. My father, if you caught him without a shirt on, or with a short-sleeved shirt on, which he rarely wore in public, you could make out what looked like to be a tattoo. It said SPQR with one slash on it. It looked odd though, more like a burn than like tattoo's I had seen before.
I looked a bit more like me father in the more obvious ways, but more like my mother in the subtle one. I had my father's black hair and green eyes, but I had my mothers facial features and princess curls in my hair.
My dad ruffled my hair. "Happy Birthday, Dolphin." I smiled. My dad like to call me dolphin because it was the smartest underwater animal. He and my mother would look at each other sometimes, as if sharing a joke. When I asked why he called me that he just smiled and said it was like a piece of both of them. This left me confused. My parents had many secrets, none of which they had shared yet. Like, for instance, they both had necklaces on with odd beads. Also, the pictures around the house, in a good majority of them, they displayed odd things like weapons and chariots. My parents loved horse drawn-chariots. They said it was their symbol, but, of course, they would never explain.
I smiled wide, feeling the gap where my two bottom front teeth should be. "Thanks, daddy!"
They both smiled and laughed. It was filled with affection. My mom walked over with a cake. It was blue, like a lot of foods. My dad loved the color blue. "Happy fifth birthday, my little Silena."
I clapped. "Yay! Cake!" I was bouncing up and down in my seat. They both laughed again. I loved making them smile. Sometimes, when they were watching TV or just silently cooking in a kitchen, they would just freeze and stare straight ahead, their eyes glazing over. Their eyes would get real dark and they would seem so sad, or frightened, or even angry. Sometimes my parents have nightmares. Most of the time, the only way I know is how they react in the morning, or I hear a hushed conversation between them. Other times, I know because they scream in their sleep. But I know better than to ask questions, they wouldn't tell me anyways.
Mom and Dad sat on either side of me. Mom cut me a big slice of cake, then cut one for her and my father. "I love you, Silena." Mom told me, drinking in my appearance, as if she was afraid I would disappear forever.
I smiled.
That's where things turned bleak. Bleak beyond description.
I started coughing. Choking. Smoke filled the room.
"Mommy? Daddy?" I asked, my voice shaking. They just kept on smiling. Eating their cake, holding a conversation with me, though I never answered a question.
"Mommy? Daddy?" I repeated. I coughed some more. "It's...hard...to...breathe."
The world spun below me and suddenly I was standing on a concrete in an alley somewhere. The smoke was choking me, but I didn't care. They only thing I noticed was the lump in my throat and tears in my eyes.
"Mom! Dad!" I shouted, my voice raw from the smoke and my pain. Emotional pain. Ash covered every where, as did what looked like gold glitter, but I didn't notice that. My focus was on the two bodies in front of me. The smoke would kill me soon if I didn't leave, but I didn't move away from the fire. Instead I moved closed, I moved to my parents bleeding corpses.
I went first to my father. He had been the first to be killed, diving in front of my mother, taking the blow for her. The monster had stabbed him in the stomach. He looked to my mother with this weird smile, as if saying 'hey, look at that, I can be killed.' His eyes then dulled, and he fell, dead to the world forever. The scream that came from my mother as she shouted his name was horrible. She advanced on the monster. She managed to get a final hit in...just as the monster did as well. She fell as well, dead much quicker, blood coming from directly above her heart.
Looking down at my father, I felt tears soak my face. In the distance I heard sirens, and I vaguely registered I needed to leave now.
I took the watch from my fathers wrist, and the sword from his hands. I then went to my mother and took her knife. "I love you both," I whispered. "I always will. I miss you." My voice cracked and closed my eyes, allowing a few tears to fall before I began holding them back. I then stood. Somewhere distantly I was aware of a beeping noise in addition to the sirens.
My parents weapons in hand I began walking away. After a few steps I stopped. Quickly I ran back to my deceased parents and ripped their necklaces off. Shoving them in my pocket I ran away. The beeping noise getting louder and louder. But I just kept running. No tears wetting my face.
I wouldn't allow myself to cry for several more weeks.
The beeping grew more and more intense...
I woke with a start, drenched in sweat. I looked over at my alarm clock, beeping like crazy. I slapped my hand at it to quiet it down. With a groan I relaxed back into my pillow, my hands covering my face.
My first day at a new school and I had the nightmare again.
Maybe I was pessimistic, but that seemed like a horrible omen.
The first part had taken place on one of the best days of my life, mostly because it was one of the final days before I learned the truth about my parents and my heritage. The second part had been the worst of my life. The day my parents died. Now I was about sixteen and a half, then I had been only nine.
Even thinking of it sent a stab of excruciating pain into my heart. As usual, I pushed it to the side and stood, desiring to be productive. I threw on a pair of black skinny jeans and a black tanktop. I also slipped on my black combat boots.
I then threw on necklaces that were mostly chains, but had a few stars on it. On the longest chain rested a horse drawn chariot charm. I had added. A year or so ago I found it in a store and it reminded me of my parents. I took the two bead necklaces and stuffed them in my pockets, along with an old pen. I also strapped my fathers old watch on my wrist. My mothers knife rested on my side table. I longed to take it with me, but that was a little tougher to take with me.
I stubbornly brushed my uncooperative hair. As well as did the usual hygiene morning routine. I ignored the mirror. I hated seeing the resemblance to my parents. Having tokens of their life was one thing, seeing them on your face was a different thing. Once I almost cut my hair off, but I realized that my curls was one of the few similarities I had to my mother. Frustrated and conflicted I left it how it was.
After grabbing my one-shoulder book bag, I walked outside, swinging my car keys as I did so. The entire time, I hadn't turned a single light on, hadn't said a single word. It was mornings like this that the silence was deafening.
I'll try to update often but school is in the air *cries* and I'm on high school swim team (yeah, I'm a high school Percy Jackson obsessed kid. Got an issue? Didn't think so.) Anyhoo, during summer its two practices a day and during school its after every day (and two morning dryland (working out on dry land for the many of you who seem to never piece that together) practices a week). But I love writing and this series. I actually hope to be an author! I'm also taking expanded english so hopefully my grammar and spelling is good! I hate it when grammar and spelling is crap! I'll often not read a story due to that. Anyhoo (I say that a lot, don't I?), very few of you probably read this anyways (who really reads authors notes?) so I'm just gonna wrap it up saying I do NOT live in NY. I visited there once like three years ago but I don't know street names or how far what is to where or if there are motels. Deal with it, kay? I'll do the best I can.