Hello people! This is gonna be a story about the seven's kids, plus the other campers kids and stuff. I call it the A Lost Hope mostly because there's a secret lurking behind the prophecy. So, here it is! And I have a lot planned for this... Hehe...
I do not own Percy Jackson nor Heroes of Olympus, they belong to Rick Riordan.
Chapter One - Alyx
Unless you're a normal kid who's school hadn't been blown up by cannibal eating ogres, then I'm not your girl. My name is Alyx Jackson, I'm the daughter of Percy and Annabeth Jackson. I go to Goode High School, same one my dad went to when he was sixteen. Of course he missed most of it because Hera took him away and wiped his memory with only my mom's name clear to him. After the war with Gaea (yes I know all about it), he and my mom went to New Rome for peace. After they finished school, my dad proposed to my mom and they got married. Then I appeared. Uncle Jason and Aunt Piper also got married, around March, five months after my mom and dad got married, and my mom found out she was with me. They have two kids, Jasper and Phillip, my best friends. Uncle Frank and Aunt Hazel also got married and they have two kids as well, Hank and Fiona. Of course, there was still no sign of Leo or Festus, but Jason and Piper were never giving up.
So yeah, anyway, about the school blowing up from ogres, it had been a normal Wednesday (why a Wednesday?). We had just gotten into the gymnasium. Since my dad's days in school, they had changed their gym clothes to black shorts and a black tank top for the girls, and black shorts and a black T-shirt for the boys. I stood next to Hank, who was tall like his dad, but he had gotten his mom's looks. His chocolatey skin, gold eyes, and curly cinnamon hair made him look so handsome. He had such a young face, but mature for his age. His sister had gotten their dad's looks, her pale skin, Chinese like features, brown eyes and black straight hair made her look cute and strong. She was lean, like Hank with a strong statute. She was like her mom, petite but strong no less.
"I think we're doing dodge ball today." I jumped slightly, making me bump into Hank. Phillip had appeared when I was zoning out. He was like his mother, with skin like hers, Cherokee, and had short cropped brown hair. He had dark blue eyes, and a little scar was below his lip, on his chin. It made him look cute. Jasper bounced up. She had blonde hair with electric blue eyes but in the light they danced and flickered different colors. She had light skin and a smile that brightened up the room.
"Dodge ball, yay." I mumbled. Five new kids took their places on the other side. They looked similar, but I'm a demigod. I was trained since I was little to know better. But they looked human, small. The leader I'm guessing cracked his neck and knuckles, all of them wearing vicious smirks and hungry eyes. I felt Hank fidget. Red dodge balls were handed to us, and the whistle blew.
Now, I hated dodge ball, especially from my dad's story, when he was thirteen the ogres and tried to eat him and Uncle Tyson, yet they outsmarted them. We did dodge ball at Camp Half-Blood, because of our ADHD and stuff, we were probably the weirdest hyperactive kids ever. I dodged one and threw mine. That's when the flaming balls of death came out. I had hit the leader right in the face, and that angered them. They glared at me but I just shrugged. Phillip laughed but it was cut short when a flaming ball nearly hit him. He jumped out of the way, his eyes wide.
"Mmm, sons and daughters of the Big Three! Big treat!" they said. I growled and my hand went to my shorts, where I kept Riptide. My dad had passed it down to me when I was ten. But it wasn't there. I remembered I was wearing my shorts, not my jeans. This is my dad's gym day all over again. They continued to fire at us, the kids scrambling and screaming. Mark, who was the most annoying boy ever, rammed into the wall. I would've laughed if not for our life or death situation. I looked around frantically. The coaches were gone, and the kids were huddled up against the wall.
"Alyx!" I turned just in time to see my pen flying at me. I caught it and uncapped it. The others pulled out their swords or daggers. Phillip had his father's sword, Jasper had her mother's dagger, Katoptris, Hank had been handed down a dagger from his grandmother from his father, and Fiona had been given Hazel's spatha. A ball hurled toward me but I dodged and sprinted toward them. Their appearance become more focused. Their skin had a greenish hue, with red eyes that were unnerving. I lunged, managing to stab one of them. It wailed and turned into dust. His friends, however, were more focused and faster. Phillip, who got the ability to fly from his dad, took air and hovered above them, without them noticing. I nodded to him and he dove. He stabbed two, leaving two left. He landed, and we all surrounded him. Fiona lunged, driving her spatha into the other's side. It went poof. I walked forward and the ogre tried to back up. I slashed, and he ducked, punching my jaw. I landed on the floor, my anger swelling inside me. The others seem to share, and lunged, but he curled into a ball and armor protruded from his skin. A shockwave knocked them back.
I slowly got up, facing him. He glared at me, making me glare back. I lunged at him, making him stumble with surprise. I slammed my sword into his chest, and he immediately evaporated in a cloud of dust. The others slowly got up, dazed. I capped Riptide and looked around. The gym was in shambles. And by shambles I literally mean there was a huge hole in the wall. The other students slowly came out from their hiding spots, their eyes wide.
"Jackson!" I groaned quietly. I turned, and came face to face with the principal. Paul was behind him, looking exhausted and sad.
"This is the third time this month! Are you looking for suspension?" he said, his eye twitching.
"So what? Not my fault." he growled. Sirens and cars begin to pull up. Three of them were our parents. My shoulders slumped.
"Principal Cunningham, please don't bash my daughter." my dad said as he came up, laying his hands on my shoulders. Principal Cunningham's nostrils flared and he glared at Dad.
"I'll have you know, Mr. Jackson, your daughter has blown up three parts of our school in the past month!" he snarled. I winced. First time was a empusae attack, second time was a hellhound attack and now the Laistrygones.
"And I am sure that she has a good reason." Dad said, his voice hard and stern. Cunningham's nostrils flared and he stormed off. Hazel shook her head.
"Reminds me of Octavian." Frank said. They all gagged.
"Let's go home. We'll talk more about this over dinner." Mom said. She was in her architect clothes, her hair pinned into a bun. Little stray strands hung in her face. I sighed, knowing what was to come.
Frank, Hazel, Jason and Piper came over for dinner. As we sat around the table, I felt Hank fidgeting next to me.
"Are you going to chew us out or not?" I said, making them all look at us. Dad sighed.
"No, we're not going to chew you out. This is the third monster attack. That means something big is gonna happen." Jason said. Jasper pouted.
"But why now?" Fiona asks.
"We're not sure. But now we must get you to camp so you can train."
"Are you kidding? We fought those monsters off ourselves!" I cried.
"Yeah, we're capable of protecting ourselves!" Phillip said.
"Stop, both of you. You still haven't harnessed your powers in order to succeed if there is going to be an upcoming quest. The future is unclear." Mom said. She looked tired, bags under her eyes from working. I calmed down and picked at my food.
"So, when do we leave?" Jasper asks.
"Tomorrow, after school. Friday is the last day isn't it? You'll be fine missing it." I sighed and picked at my food.
As I got ready for bed, I looked out the window. It was a quiet night, but there were still cars outside. I closed my curtains and sat on my bed. I fingered my pen, sighing. I laid down and fell asleep.
Of course, being a demigod you get dreams. Like tonight for example, I got a dream.
I stood in a dimly lit room, where there was no one in sight. It was decorated with gold weapons and my breath hitched. Imperial gold. A desk sat in the back. Skulls and bones littered the wall like prizes. I gulped, looking around. The door opened, and a emposai slithered in.
"Sir, we received the shipment." she hissed. A chuckle came from the chair behind the desk and it slowly swirled around to reveal a man. He had pure white hair, dark stormy grey eyes and white skin.
"Good. Those demigods will be set sailing soon. That little daughter of Percy Jackson will make quite the prize." he said. She tilted her head.
"But she's the most powerful in the group. How will we catch her?" she asks. He sighed.
"I have a plan." he said, a smile appearing on his face. "She'll perish."
I sat upright in bed, panting. I rubbed my face. It was 5:30 in the morning, making me sigh. I got up, walking out and showering. I dressed and ate breakfast. Dad came out, yawning. He went on, not noticing me eating cereal.
"Morning." I finally said. He jumped so high he hit his head on the cabinet. He looked at me as he rubbed his head. His eyes were so tired I felt bad and wanted to stay home. "You okay, Dad?" I asked. He nodded and rubbed his face.
"Just tired." I narrowed my eyes.
"It's more than that. Dad, are you and Mom okay?" He was silent as he poured his coffee.
"We're just busy and tired, love." he says.
"You're lying." I say, putting water in my bowl. He hesitates, looking in the direction of their bedroom.
"Don't tell anyone else, okay?" he says softly. I nod. He looks around as if someone was watching us. He opened his mouth then a large sound made the house shake. I grabbed the table, and he bolted into the bedroom. I pulled out Riptide and ran outside. A large ship was hovered over our neighborhood. It was beautiful in design. Dad and Mom ran out, and they gasped, my mom grabbing my arm and pulling me behind them.
"Mom?"
"Stay behind us." she said as she pulled out a white curvy sword. Dad held a normal sword.
"What is that?" I ask softly.
"The Argo."
To be Continued...