Author's note: Hello, everyone! Thank you so much for deciding to click on my story. Judging by the title, you probably know what this is about and who's the mother/father of the main character, but I promise you, it won't be so cliche or boring. Hopefully. Bear with me! I'm kinda new. So... Yeah! Thanks for clicking on this story! I'm really glad that you read it, because I have some awesome plans with it. And without further ado, this is the first chapter of Daughter of Ice.
I shove my left hand to the pocket of my black skinny jeans, taking the extra change with my other hand. I can see people's looking at me weirdly, because a) its winter, and I only wear a black skinny jeans and a t-shirt, b) because I'm carrying a small suitcase to a grocery store, and c) because of my hair. Its silver. Freaking silver. Judging by the way I dressed, and how I carry a small but actually kinda wide suitcase everywhere and the fact that I ate a donut for my lunch, people would probably know that I'm homeless. And homeless people doesn't usually have that much money, or else they wouldn't be homeless. So maybe they're thinking, instead of using her money to buy something she actually need or save it for the future, why did this girl dye her hair an unusual color?
Truth is, I'm not. Believe or not, I didn't dye my goddamn hair. I was born completely normal, a normal girl with normal brown hair. When I turned 14, my hair somehow changed color to this abnormal color. Out of all color in the world, my hair decided to choose this one. It could've changed into a nice blonde or at least platinum blonde or anything, but nooo. Its silver. Even my former foster parents almost had a heart attack when they saw their foster daughter's hair.
That's why they throw me out. Because they thought I spend their money on useless hair dye.
By the way, my name's Glace Blanc. No, not Grace. Grace means something beautiful. It defines elegance, poise, and um… Gracefulness. Glace means nothing. Anyway, I just turned 17 last week. When the snow started to fall down, I started to blow my imaginary candle, even though I have to run back to a place with a roof so I didn't get hypothermia.
I currently residing in this lovely place called Long Island. Isn't it amazing? I'm originally from France, the city of lights, but my foster parents decide to take a step ahead on kicking me out. To make sure I won't go back to them, they book me a flight and show me a map, and told me to go to wherever I want to go in this world, but I have to promise them to never ever ever go back to them ever again. Back in the old days, I threw a tantrum, because obviously, I don't want to get separated with my beloved parents and all the luxury they provided me with. They say I have to go no matter what, because they're pretty important in France and they cannot have me as their heir because I will bring shame to the family, so I close my eyes and my index fingers decided to lay on Long Island. Because little kids can't travel alone, they hired some grown up to look after me and my mother say, "I do not care whether you want to leave this child on her own or not, just take her to the damned place." And he nodded. And leave me on my own.
Actually, if I remember correctly, my mother isn't that calm. Its almost like this: "I do NOT give a damn fuck whether you want to leave this ungrateful child on her own or not, JUST GO AND MAKE SURE SHE NEVER CAME CRAWLING BACK, YOU MOTHERFUCKER."
Yeah. My mom's a lady in front of everyone else… Except me. Actually, I'm not quite sure about the motherfucker part. Probably its just my imagination.
So yeah. The guy just leave me on a bus station and leave me with my suitcase and some money my parents gave me and leave. Some of my clothes is the clothes I have since I was 13, I just learn to recycle and make it slightly bigger. But my parent's money is limited and didn't last that long, and I know I still had to fulfill my daily need, so I get a job.
Who would hire a 14 years old girl to do part of their job? Apparently, some people do. When I say I don't go to school anymore and would accept any money as long as it's a valid money, they hire me immediately. My first job is in a small café with an incredible view, and I still work on that place until now. I made older friends when I was younger, but now my older friends has retired or get another job, and I befriended the artist who always stays outside the café, painting and selling and painting and selling. His name is Charlie.
Back to the real life.
I step out the grocery store, biting my donut while I'm at it, when someone bumped into me on the street, making me spilled ¼ of my drink and drop my donut. My precious lunch. "Hey!" I complained.
"Hey yourself. Don't you see me running?" He snaps. He has curly hair and Latino accent, and he smelled like… Smoke? Has he been working in a forge? And what's up with the attitude?
"Dude, that was my lunch. Now I'm going to be starving in winter." I said, snaps back. His expression softened. "Sorry. I have to go!" He says. Is he… Is he carrying a knife? And is that blood on the knife?
My question remained unanswered, and even multiplied when I see my friend Charlie running towards me. "Charlie!" I was so glad I meet him, but his facial expression worries me. Its like he's afraid of something. "What happened – what's wrong?" I asked, but he just grab my wrist, and drag me with him. I figured it was a tough job since I tried to hold on to my suitcase.
"We need to get you to safety!" He says, his eyes reflecting fear and… anger. "Safety? What the hell are you talking about?" I almost screamed. My feet hurts from all the unexpected running I've doing, and blisters started to forms in my hand because I've been holding on too tight to my suitcase. I think I scratched my face too, because a vase just fell down and broken.
"Leo!" He screamed like a mad man. People's started to stare, but he doesn't care. "Leo!"
Who's Leo?
"Over here!" this 'Leo' answers. He show his face, and oh my god, it's the same person I've run into. The person that dropped my lunch and my drink! "Holy Hephaestus, that's her?" He asked in disbelief. Ugh.
"Yeah, you got a problem with that?" I screamed, trying to sound sassy, but ended up sounding desperate and sad instead. "No. I got a problem with the empousa!" He screamed back before disappearing into the forest.
Isn't empousa a mythology? And why are we in a woods all of the sudden? How am I even here? It's truly a miracle how I still holding on to my suitcase.
"I'll explain later." Charlie said with a soothing voice. I smiled a little. I'm still freaked out by all of this sudden change, but at least Charlie, my friend, is here. And that's okay.
And no, I don't have a crush on Charlie, if that's what you're thinking. One of my co-worker thought we were dating and tease us for a month, and when I say that I'm not dating or have a crush on my own friend, she laughs, and said, "Oh, I know what this is. You're not dating, alright. You're using him for casual sex!" Which is way worse than dating. So, please don't assume we're dating or worse, friends with benefits, or something. He's just a friend and I'm glad I have a friend in this situation. Why am I even rambling?
"We're here! Get her here!" Leo's voice snapped me back to reality. Oh right, we're running from a thing called empousa, and obviously, I'm dreaming, but hopefully I'll be awake soon. I've run more than I did in my entire life, and man, my leg's getting tired and my arm's getting tired and my hair's a mess, and I scratched my arms and I can feel my lips bleeding because a branch was in my way and stab it, and I'm tired. This is not how I planned to die.
"Get her in here! And, hey, whatever you do, don't look back." Leo said, now entering a white gate with Camp Half-Blood engraved on the top of it. Its beautiful.
But you see, the thing is, I'm not good at rules and orders. My order was simple; do not look back. Do not look back. But my brain decided to get rid of the not and… I look back.
And I was staring at the eyes of the most horrifying creature ever. It has demon eyes, and I ugly legs, and flowing hair, and pale skin, and fangs, and… and… and its trying to eat me. It hurled itself to me and I screamed. I'm feeling sorry for Charlie, but my fear overcome me, and I want to fight back.
And I did.
For some reason, I can feel the tips of my fingertip started to heat up. Which is strange, because it's the winter and I'm in the middle of the freaking wood, covered in snow. But a second after that, pain washes through my body. I feel like I've just been stabbed multiply in many places. I gasp for air, because it started to suffocate me, and somehow the ugly horrifying nightmare creature just fell down, and didn't move for like… 10 seconds. And then it vanish.
Seeing all the stuff I never dreamed I would be seeing terrified and shocked me so bad, I can feel myself slowly losing control of my body and I fell backwards, to Charlie's backpack. The last thing I see is Charlie's and Leo's face filled with shocked and disbelief, and trust me, I do not want or need to see my expression right… Now…
Author's note... Again!: Yaay! The first chapter. What do you think? Please tell me your opinion about it by leaving a review in the review section, and follow and favorites would be great! You know... If you want to... Goodbye for now! I hope to see your lovely faces next time!
xoxo, Lu.