A/N: Hey guys I am back but with a new story! I decided to bring PJO back with new characters and many other new and exciting things! So I hope you like it! (Yes, I am still the author of Love In Black. I am not writing anymore for that story anytime soon, sorry!)
I know there is something different about me, from the way I can never leave my mother's sight. She has rules.
Stupid ones, if you ask me. I am not allowed in the kitchen while she is cooking, she never lets me warm by the fire whenever it's cold.
We always take the long way to the grocery store, never passing by the cemetery. I don't go to school. I'm homeschooled, because my mother feels it would be unsafe.
Whenever my grandmother died, I wasn't even allowed to go to her funeral. My mom didn't go either; I know it was because of me, even if I don't know why. She visits her grave every so often, but I am never allowed to come with her.
It frustrates me a lot. I ask questions, but I never get answers. Well, I do but they aren't true. I can tell when she is lying; she always bites the bottom of her lip and stares at the tip of her nose.
I love my mother.
I do.
But, she is hiding something from me. I can feel it in my gut.
Besides, I am the only family she has left, my father left abruptly after I was born. My mother's side of the family disowned her after she got pregnant out of wedlock, and now it's just me and her.
I don't know why my father left us, I hate him for that. For, breaking my mother's heart, and leaving her to attend to a newborn by herself.
I've never seen my father in person, but I have one picture of him.
In the photo, my mother and him were at a diner. I believe it was while she was pregnant with me
He had black curly hair, and almost black eyes, except for the golden specks in them. It was an odd combination, but it suited him. He was very handsome.
But, there was also something about him that made him appear cold and harsh. He loved my mother, though.
Even though he left, I can tell that he does. You can see it in his eyes. Who could blame him? My mother was (and still is) practically a goddess.
She has sweet caramel skin, long flowing dark brown hair, and her eyes are almost hypnotizing. They are like a chocolate river, with the color getting darker as it became closer to the outside. They are big and round, with thick and long eyelashes. She is absolutely stunning.
And her voice is like melted butter, but since she is Puerto Rican she has a Hispanic accent mixed in with it. It is very soothing. When she speaks, it makes you feel like you're in a dream, or some kind of trance.
My father did visit us once, well my mother. It was about two years ago, and I was twelve. I remember this day as clearly as I remember my own name.
Flashback:
"What if she hears us?" My mother asks.
At that time I wasn't for sure who she was talking to, because he was covered in a shadow. Whoever it was, he had something to do with me.
"Ysabella, she won't. We need to talk about this, something dangerous is about to come. Even more than Kronos," the man said.
She raised an eyebrow, waiting for an explanation.
He then answered. "I can't explain, it would be too risky. But, are daughter is at even more of one."
I gasp. Our daughter! Our daughter!
My father came to visit, and he doesn't even want to see me? It takes about every inch of me to not go in there, and yell at them.
"So, what do you want me to do?" My mother says.
"Nothing….yet. I can't claim her until I know for sure she could handle her powers."
Claiming? Powers? I am being bombarded with questions.
"But, what about the promise you all made with Percy?" My mother asks.
"That will have to pass for now. For the safety of Olympus, we have to keep her hidden."My father says.
"Okay. But, she needs to know. Soon" She implies.
Then, he just vanishes.
Still, to this very day I haven't asked my mother about this.
I would've dropped it, but my mother got a surprising phone call this afternoon. Do I dare ask whom it was from? No, because she will make up a complete story about it. After her mystery conversation, she seemed jittery and almost frightened.
She has spoken to me only a few brief moments, but the most shocking was to here that we were leaving.
I wasn't able to hear the person on the other end, but I could hear my mother.
Flashback:
I woke up to the sound of the telephone ringing, I was about to answer it but my mother yelled that she would get it.
I went downstairs to take a shower, but I saw my crouching in a corner and talking to someone.
"She is starting to notice things," she says.
Pause.
"I know, but she is going to figure it out sooner or later," says my mom.
Pause.
"I think it is time to take her. She is fourteen, and you were supposed to claim her by the time she was twelve."
Pause.
"I know. But it's getting more difficult to mask her scent, and I'm afraid that they will find her."
Pause.
"I am going to take her tonight. Once the sun sets, we will be on our way."
Pause.
"Tell them to be ready." She said as her final words.
So right now, I am sitting in the car waiting to arrive wherever my mother is taking me. I am scared but delighted at the same time. I finally have the opportunity to figure out who I really am, and I couldn't be happier.
Yet, in the back of my mind I know that whoever I may be….I'm dangerous. From the way my mother is shaking to the secret conversations she has had with multiple people, I know that even though I'm at risk I am also putting other people at risk. I hate that. I hate feeling like I'm the cause of people's problems. I tell myself that everything will be okay, and soon I start to believe it.
I look up at the dark grey sky, and watch as drops of water fall to the earth.
I have always loved the rain. I'm not sure why, there is just something about the darkness and how the mysterious way the sky looks.
It catches my eye.
As we're driving farther into the country, the city lights become dimmer and the sky becomes darker.
"I know you can't talk about it, but can you just tell me one thing?" I begin to ask my mother.
"How come you never say anything about my father… did he choose to leave you, or did he have to?"
She made a deep sigh.
"Your father loved you very much, he loved me very much. But, things could've never worked out. His job required full attention, and a child just didn't fit into the picture. Leaving you was one of the hardest things he had to ever do," she says.
"Oh," I mutter.
There was an awkward silence, so I decided to get some shut eye and block out everything that has occurred today.
I closed my eyes, but the ground started to shake and I began to panic.
"They've found you," my mother said.
"What has found me?" I began. "Mom tell me what is going on! No more lies no more secrets, I need to know!"
I started to breathe at a rapid pace and I felt like my heart was going to come out my chest.
"You will find out soon, but first I have to get you to the camp," she says.
"What camp?" I shout impatiently.
I didn't know what to do I was having a panic attack, and fear was rushing through my body.
"I can't tell you. You're going to have to wait," my mother shouts back.
She has tears rolling down her eyes, and she is speeding so fast that if she lets go of the wheel for one second we'll spin out of control.
The ground is still shaking, but now there is a loud thudding sound coming from the west.
"We are almost there," my mom says.
I look over and it seems as if she is praying.
"Mom watch out!" I scream.
We crash into a tree in the middle of the road, and our car flips over.
I can tell that her leg is stuck.
"Go!" She shouts.
"No I'm not leaving you," I say.
"It's not me they want, it's you," she cries. "I'll be fine, promise. Just go"
"I love you," I say as getting out of the car.
"I love you too. Keep running straight and at the end you'll find where you need to go. Take this with, and be safe," she says handing me something rapped in cloth.
I take a final look at my mother, and I ripe the tears off my cheek. I stuff the object in my pocket and take off running.
Off in the distance I see what seems to be a giant wolf/dog thing. And it's running straight towards me.
I run through bushes, and shove tree branches out of my way. I don't think I have ever ran so fast in my life, but right now all I can think about is getting to the camp or whatever it is.
I keep running faster and faster, but it doesn't seem like it is fast enough because the creature is right on my heels.
I finally see a sign that says "Camp Half-Blood" but in a different language. I'm not sure how I can read it, but that's the last thing on my mind.
I'm only about 500 feet away from the entrance, but the monster pounces on my back and shoves me to the ground.
It is face to face with me, and its breathe smells slightly of rotten meat and death.
I get out my dagger and stab it in the eye, the creature shrieks but it only seems dazed.
I get up and start running againg, but the monster catches back up with me and bites the back of my leg.
I fall.
I'm in so much pain that I see little black dots and I start to feel dizzy. I realize that this it. I won't be able to get back up.
I'm going to die. I'm going to die.
I will die.
I start crying.
And the creature comes to me and snarls.
This is my last chance.
I grip my dagger and I send it straight through its chest.
The monster yelps and turns straight into gold dust.
I felt my eyelids get heavy, and then everything turns black.
A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed it, and look for Chapter two sometime this week! Since I'm on Spring Break I'll have some free time hopefully!
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Love you,
-V