Hi! I fixed my slow computer! And I know the writing was crap in this story, so even before I finish it, I7m goingto do a rewrite on all the chapters. This is the first chapter rewrite. It has replaced the crappy first chapter/prologue.
Read on!
If you were about to be killed by your nemesis, what would you do?
a) Scream the lungs out of you,
b) Try to kill them,
c) Hope someone will help you,
d) Or let them do their thing.
Hopefully you didn't pick d, or else your demigod life isn't going to be so pleasant. But sadly, that was exactly what I did.
Just a few months ago, I found out that I was one of them. Now I was stuck in a middle of a war, fighting for my life. Not that nice if you ask me.
In my right hand, I held a spear, the worst weapon for me. I could already tell. It was the third one I used in the war. My fighting skills weren't as developed as the opponents, and using a spear didn't help at all.
Snap
There went the third one, as I attempted to throw it. Don't ask me why I agreed to fight this war.
Smash
I was knocked down by Alex. She pinned my arms to the floor. Her normal dull brown eyes was on fire. A punch was thrown at my stomach as the air in me flew out.
The punch was so distinguishable. Maybe it was because I was punch by her so many times in school. But I would have never guessed she was a demigod. A daughter of Ares. An enemy.
My eyes focused a while after the punch. A sharp bronze sword was pointed at my throat and Alex positioned herself to kill me. I was going to die. My eyes shut tightly, but under the lids, my eyes burnt. I counted down till my death.
Three... Two... One...
Nothing. I didn't dare myself to open my eyes though.
Then, a piercing scream rang through my ears. My eyes shot open like a bullet to see the daughter of Ares' sword clatter to the ground, as another sword stuck out from her stomach. Her eyes bulged, and she dropped, breath uneven.
The fire in her eyes died. Instead, they seeked forgiveness.
"I'm so... Sorry. I... deserve this." She gasped for breath. Her words trailed off as she looked at me for one last time.
Then everything became still.
The bronze sword withdrew from the girl's stomach. Percy looked from me, to Alex and back, then turned to walk away. He capped Riptide and put it in his pocket.
"Percy," I attempted to stand up, "Thanks." My legs gave out, and I passed out as darkness consumed me.
Daylight peeked through the curtains and to my eyes when I woke up. I could only make out white in the sudden brightness. On the couch next to me was Percy, drooling in his sleep.
A strike of pain shot through me when I tried to get up. I had a really fat cast on my leg.
I pressed my hand against my face and gasped. The wounds that were there were gone. No blood, no bandages.
What was the thing? Oh, yeah. Ambrosia and Nectar.
But no matter how back to normal I was on the outside, I still felt like crap on the inside. I turned around on my back and kicked Percy, but it wasn't really easy with a million layers of bandages wrapped around my legs.
"Ouch! What was that for?" He yelped, waking up from his sleep. I snickered then attempted a joking glare. But that ended in a fail. Blame the bad condition.
I tried to comb my fingers through my hair to straighten the mess out, but it was all tangled and stuck. I was almost certain that I had bags under my eyes, which would have made me look ugly... Why did I care? I shouldn't care.
I carefully sat up, my rats nest dark chestnut hair blocking my view. A terrible headache racked my brain as I held it, the images of yesterday repeating in my head.
Alex tried to kill me.
She got killed.
Percy did it.
Somehow, it was hard to believe. All these years, she bullied me. Beat me up. I stood no chance, but yesterday, instead the feelings of sadness of it all disappearing like it should have, it stayed. No, it became worse.
I couldn't help but thinking that maybe, just maybe, her death was my fault. What if, I unconsciously did something to her, that made her turn away from Camp Half-Blood. Or what if I made the feelings of anger towards Camp grow larger?
If she hadn't joined Kronos, she would probably still be alive. I'd at least not feel guilty.
My thoughts were interrupted by Annabeth.
"Hey, Sage." She greeted, "Percy, you have dishwashing duty."
Percy groaned and left as I lifted my head, and nodded to her. She looked at me, slightly concerned and tried to read my expression.
"Are you alright?" She asked. Even though it looked as if she didn't want to admit it, it was clear to me that she failed to read my expression.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I was just thinking…" I muttered, deep in thought. Annabeth said something inaudible, but my mind was elsewhere.
Everything happened so quickly. And the memories of it crashed down on me.
Was that better than the first one? I hope so! As always, the first chapter was short.
Anyways,
Always writing,
Sadico