The Unknown Bloodline - The TimeMachine
Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson and the Olympians and The Lost Hero's characters. I do own the other characters, though. :3
This takes place in the parallel universe called "My Mind's Denial" where Percy and Jason never lost their memories, the war with Gaea doesn't exist, and the Greek and Roman camps of Camp Half-Blood and Camp Jupiter were never enemies and are friends of each other. ;D
CHAPTER ONE
-BLAKE-
The water is cool.
It seems to hug me, envelope me with its tepid hands. A sharp taste of salt enters my mouth, but soon, I taste nothing at all. I open my eyes, and everything is crystal clear. My heart beats to the rhythm of the waves pounding the shoreline. I swim, grinning widely. Fishes start to crowd around me, but I am used to their presence. Every time I enter water, they follow me. I wave hello, and I can feel them shouting friendly hellos in response. I hear my friend calling my name, and I reluctantly swim to the surface.
"Where were you?" Georgina scolds. Her diving suit is hugging her body, and her surf board floats underneath her. She crosses her arms. "I was worried sick! You know the tales about the sharks here!"
I laugh. "Trust me, they won't hurt me," I smirk to myself.
"That's what you think!" she says harshly. She crosses her arms, and is slightly swaying back and forth on her board with the waves.
"I'm fine, Georgina, okay?" I say cheerfully. The ocean always made me happy. A reluctant smile creeps on her face, and she playfully splashes me with water. "You had me looking frantically for you!" this time her voice is like the bubbly, energetic Georgina I know.
I grin and splash her back, but the water hits her a little too forcefully. A strange tightening in my gut fades away, and I frown. "Blake, are you okay?" Georgina says, serious again.
"Yeah," I lie quickly, "it's just... whoever reaches the school last is a total Barney!"
I am swimming towards the beach as I yell the last words, and Georgina is shouting behind me, "Hey! That's not fair!"
I am laughing and swimming, but the waves seem to push me further to the beach. I glide smoothly on them, not making any effort to swim anymore. Racing towards our backpacks, my feet make small footprints in the sand, and I can almost feel every grain of it squishing between my toes.
I reach for my backpack and speed towards our bikes. I climb on, and peddle out to the sidewalk, still laughing. I hear Georgina finally making it to her bike, and the sound of her tires getting fairly close. I may have an advantage in the sea when surfing, but Georgina has always had a serious edge in cycling.
I have always told her to try out for the city's cycling team, but she always shakes her head and says sheepishly, "I'm not as good as them." And by them, she means Cathy and her posse. They are the school's ultimate jocks, and are in every sport that is offered in our town. And that means they're in cycling too. The thing about Cathy is that she does not like people who outshine her in sports, so she usually always bullies the competition until they leave the team, getting the glory all to herself. Only the most athletic people can join Cathy's group, and get partial immunity from harassment. But even they are not safe. Countless times we have heard stories of Cathy going against her own friends in order to get the crown.
And although both Georgina and I can get a spot on her crew, Georgina in cycling and me in surfing, we just don't have it in us to make fun of others; it's just not in our DNA.
Georgina has finally caught up with me, and is smiling smugly. I try to act surprised, but I knew she would reach me. Georgina decides to be merciful, though, and stays with me the rest of the ride to school. We park our bikes in their racks and head to the school's entrance. Sneaking in quietly, we reach the old sixth grade bathroom in the first floor. No one has been there in years, and it's Georgina and my favorite place to hang out, or in this case, change from our swimsuits to our clothes.
The bathroom stinks with the smell of saltwater. I grin, and change quickly. As we look in the mirror, I notice how different our styles are. Georgina, with her pale skin, icy blue eyes, and curly copper hair, was wearing crisp capris, a lacy, white blouse, and jeweled gladiator sandals. I, on the other hand, have bronze tanned skin, wavy beach blonde hair, and emerald eyes and am wearing torn jean shorts with a simple tee and flip flops. The only jewelry on me is a copper bracelet with a small slab of rock in the middle; a small boat riding on a wave, a bird in the distance carved on the rock. It was given to me by my father when I was a newborn before he passed away. Weirdly, the bracelet seems to grow with me, having a perfect fit on my wrist even today. And sometimes, I swear the boat starts to sway and bounce with the moving waves.
The bell to get to class rings, and we scurry out to the hallway, that is already bustling with people. Now, if you think that a town in California has a bunch of people, think again. With only a whopping two hundred and ten people attending New Havens Middle School, our school barely gets enough grants to have the luxury of a tennis, soccer, and basketball team. So then, our town holds most of the sports a lot of people attend. Our town is insanely rich, because we live next to the beach and get major tourism. But no one ever actually "settles in" our town. And our school is always thought of last for improvements.
I trail behind Georgina to our lockers, to put up our backpacks and get to our first our together- science. As Georgina opens her locker, a small note falls out, slowly dropping to the ground. Her eyebrows furrowed, she kneels and picks it up. Scanning it quickly, her confused face suddenly turns grim, and I ask her what's wrong.
"Nothing," says my friend, her voice trembling.
"Sure about that?"
"Yes," she says, continuing to grab her books, as if nothing has happened.
I shrug it off, and walk towards our class. Georgina speeds past me, and I start to get worried. What did that note say that caused her to act like this? The period drags on, and not once does Georgina make eye contact with me. She just scribbles on her notebook, her face blank.
The period ends, but she avoids me at all costs, and quickly disappears to her next class. I sigh and walk to my next class too. But every time I try to catch up with Georgina, she quickly finds a way to detour from my direction. Irritated, I finally catch her before lunch.
"George, what is up with you?" I hiss.
"I-I," her eyes focus everywhere but to me.
"I'm serious! What did that note say? Ever since you read it," I start, but as I look up, I notice a small circle has formed around us.
I look at Georgina for an explanation, but her eyes won't leave the floor. Her cheeks are bright red.
"Well, well, well. Look what we have here. Is the surfer girl having couple trouble?" a voice emerges. My eyes flicker to the voice, and I see Cathy, in her school hoodie, her slick, brunette hair tied back in a ponytail. She is wearing athletic shorts, and running shoes.
Her smile is wicked, and her eyes are a soft hazel, but are mocking and stone cold.
"I'm not her girlfriend!" I say, mortified. My eyes turn to Georgina's for assistance, but she is slowly backing away towards the crowd. Her cheeks are brighter than ever, and my heart sinks.
"Aw, looks like she just broke up with you." Cathy snickers, and the crowd laughs.
I am stunned, and terribly hurt. My chest aches, and the blood rushes to my cheeks now, too.
Cathy says something else, and the crowd roars with laughter. I can't hear her though, because my mind is swarming with the thought of Georgina, my best friend, no- my only friend, has just betrayed me.
But why? And then I realize- the note.
"What did you say in the note, Cathy?" I suddenly demand, and the crowd grows silent.
Cathy grins, like she is about to tell a great joke that will make everyone laugh.
"Nothing, just promising your ex-girlfriend that I'd let her into my crew so she could cycle, just as long as she'd let me make fun of you in public," she says evilly.
"Liar," I say, but my voice has a hint of doubt. Cathy raises up her eyebrows, but smiles, as if saying, ask her yourself.
I turn to ask Georgina, but her face gives it all away. Her eyes scream, I'm so sorry, but I had to!
My eyes falter, and start to water. No, I hiss to myself, I will not cry in school, especially in front of Cathy.
Instead, I turn, and run away.
The laughter of the crowd gets softer and softer as I run out of the school. I even catch them shouting, "Blake is a flake!"
And when I finally get outside of school, I let the tears slide down my face.
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I peddle faster and faster on my bike. My tears are flying through my hair, I peddle so fast. I reach the sea in no time, and throw my bike on the ground. I run to the water, my feet soaking in the cool liquid.
My muscles relax, and my mind clears. I am at peace. Just then, a sudden hiss makes me snap my eyes open.
"Blake," the voice whispers. The voice is raspy and jagged. I turn to see who is speaking to me; my heart catches in my throat. Because standing before me is a woman with flippers as her hands and feet.
Her mouth makes up most of her face, and she seemed to be riding on a whirlpool.
"Ah, I used to be a beautiful daughter of him like you," she hisses. "But, alas, Zeus cursed me for taking my father's side…"
My eyebrows knit together. Zeus? My mind gets fuzzy as I seem to know that person; but I can't exactly remember who. "What do you want?" I manage to studder out, scared out of my mind.
The hideous monster smiles and simply replies, "I want to kill you." She charges suddenly, and a voice in my face orders loudly, The bracelet! Push the emblem in the center!
I automatically oblige to the voice's wishes, and I am holding a bronze sword all of a sudden. I gasp loudly, and for a second, I am stunned. But the monster lady will not give me much time and claws at me franticly.
I slash my sword violently, and one of the monster's hands falls to the floor, and turns to dust. The lady cries in pain, and starts towards me again, he eyes angry as ever. Another blind thrust of my sword and it manages to slide though her chest.
Astonished, she fell to the ground in a pile of dust.
I stand there, frozen. "What, what just happened?" I mumble to no one in particular.
Go to the school. Someone will be waiting for you, the voice commands.
I shake my head violently. "No," I say bitterly, "that I will not do."
Do it. A tugging sensation fills my gut again, and I turn to see the waves of the ocean flapping madly unto the shore. The waves smash the shore roughly, and I get the message; no isn't an option.
I sigh, and tread for my bike. I reach the school, and get off, walking onto the school's lawn.
My stomach feels queasy, remembering the morning's events. "Hey!" a voice says behind me.
With a heavy dread, I turn to face utter humiliation again. Instead, I find a girl with bouncy red curls and a worried look.
"Are you Blake?" she asks cautiously. "Yes," I grumble, and the redhead smiles, relieved. "I'm Danni," she says, holding out her hand. I take it and shake it quickly.
"Um, are you supposed to like, take me somewhere or…?"
"Yes, but we need to leave now, before any monsters appear. Where were you? I was looking everywhere for you!" she says, leading me to what seems to be a winged horse.
"What is thaaat?" I point to the horse. Danni laughs. "It's a pegasus," she explains, hopping on. I stay back, restraining myself. "Don't worry, she won't bite! Won't you, Ruby?"
She pets the horse's mane, and it neighed. Don't worry kid; I won't hurt you, it said. I gasp, and Danni asks, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah," I lie, and climb on. Before I know it, we are off the ground and flying through the air. Danni smacks at the reigns, and the pegasus goes faster, making me pass out.
Hey guys! Please review this story, and tell me if I should move on. Also, tell me the things I can fix, and tell me if I made any spelling/grammar mistakes! I want my writing to get better, so write your best and honest criticism! Thanks!
-The TimeMachine
