PJO~ What if…
Here are the rules:
When we do a WHAT IF? story, the first one is by me. Then the WHAT IF? is picked by anyone. Each time, there's a category. This story's category is…. FAMILY!
You can do pretty much anything with the suggestions, from he really isn't Poseidon's son to he's Franks great-times-a-thousand-brother.
Whatever we decide on, there is absolutely positively no cursing. No mildly bad words. Nothing bad. So!
After this WHAT IF?, the next one will be continuing off of this one, and then that one of the prior, etc.
What if… Percy had a twin, and she also was Greek?
PERCY
"Percy!" Mom called through the door, and I sat up groggily.
"Wha-" is my inconsistent reply.
"Come on, you need to walk your sister to Goode with you soon! Blue waffles are getting cold!" Her voice fades through and my sister's voice, Emma, comes through the door.
"Guess what?"
"What?" I asked, pulling off my shirt and spotting my uniform hanging on my door.
"Annabeth starts school at Goode today!" She giggles, and then I hear her footsteps pounding down the stairs. It is hard to believe that we've kept her from the ancient Greek world for a whole seventeen years. I guess her scent has been hidden by me figuring out who I was around the age of twelve. But, then again, she IS the daughter of-
"Percy!" Mom calls again, and I open the door.
Emma and I walk to school when Annabeth shows up and comes to the other side of me. Emma, still being mortal-like, giggles. When she figures out who she really is, she'll become a Hunter of Artemis. I wink at Annabeth, and then catch a movement. I don't bother to use the Mist on Emma, because she's still gullible at seventeen.
"I forgot something," I excused myself. And it wasn't false. I forgot my keys. I jog back to the apartment, get my keys and go back to the movement. It turned out to be Athena.
"Perseus Jackson." She gazes imperiously down at me, hands me a booklet, and fades into mist. Not just regular mist, Mist as well. How I could tell? It left words scrawled in the air in Greek: Emma will be needed soon. Reveal her identity to her by direction of the booklet.
"Okay," I mumble to myself, "Why not?"
ANNABETH
"No! How could my mother order such a thing?" I paced back and forth, waiting for Emma to get out of the changing room. "It's unlike her. Percy was wrong to give me that booklet, though. He's the one she looks up to. Like- like I looked up to Luke." I falter, thinking about Luke. His last words said that he was going to be reborn. But I've never met a reborn person. I suspected it was Hazel meeting Sammy's reborn version, but turned out to be an identical great-grandson.
My thoughts are cut off when Emma steps out in her Goode uniform, complete with a fuchsia pink scrunchie.
"Ready!" She smiles her big, white smile and shows her dimples. We were doing girls track together, and she adored me. I loved her, too. Hopefully, we could become sisters in five years.
"Then let's go!"
A shrill sound didn't escape my ears when I fell and broke my arm. That later equaled into my scream and the whistle of our coach. There was a blur of faces, voices, and numbness as I attempted not to cry. It overwhelmed me, and I tried not to pass out, but I ended up doing so in the arms of Emma. Not Percy. Not Sally. Not Tyson (who had come via Mrs. O'Leary with Ella chewing on a cinnamon bun). Emma. She held me tenderly like a sister. Her gymnast arms and legs (which was another cool thing about her) held me up as we walked to the truck where Percy waited. We sat in the trunk of the truck, where the cool breeze as Percy drove to our apartment at thirty miles per hour cooled my nerves. While Sally was at work and Percy drove to get a brace, Emma helped me into pajamas. If Emma wasn't there, I wasn't sure how I'd function. She was going to be my loving sister, no matter what.
I know that's short, but I have to get off cause it's 9:08pm here.
God bless!
~IluvJesus