Hey guys, this is my newest story idea! It's a bit strange considering what my last fic was about, but this idea was swirling in my head. I want to know if you guys want me to continue this story or not though, so PM or review with your thoughts
Hey there, my name is Alexander Thompson. I'm fifteen years old, the year is 2214 and I just found out I'm a demigod. This is my story.
It all started on my fifteenth birthday, when my father, the only family I had left died in a car accident leaving on my own. By this point many of the foster care and adoption systems had fallen apart due to a lack of funding but I didn't mind. I didn't want a new family, I wanted my old one, me and my dad no one else. I stayed in the house until I was kicked out by the landlord.
I had to take what little money my father had left and what few possessions I had, and get out of town. Cleveland was the only city I'd ever known so walking through the smaller towns on the way to New York was a new experience. At the time, I had no idea why I was walking towards New York; but something about it just seemed to tug at my gut.
It took me weeks to find my way to New York, hitching rides and walking most of the way. It was tough but I dealt with it, held on to the image of my father; guiding me, leading me onward. I'd never known my mother, but my father had always told me stories of how smart and fast and strong she was. She never really mattered much to me, she wasn't there and Dad was.
Charles Thompson, my father, was the leading designer in specialized government weaponry. He invented the Gravity Reversal Unit, as well as the Spacial Decompresser among others. He said my mother had been a political strategist working for one of the senators that was sent to inspect his work. They dated for several months, and finally she was gone, I was there and my father lost a piece of himself.
Anyway back to New York, I arrived in Manhattan still unsure of what I was supposed to do there. I walked up and down the streets before finally stopping in front of the Empire State Building. My feet took me through the door almost against my will, dragging me over to the front desk. The attendant handed me a key card, and sent me to the elevators. The old building, nearing 300 years old was starting to show signs of its age. The key card was old technology, but it still managed to work.
I started to get confused as the elevator continued far past the usual limit, the hand had already passed the top floor. It was moving quickly, but I could tell it used to move a lot faster. When it reached the top I was met with the sight of amazingly intricate buildings and roadways dimmed by time. The streets had holes, and some of the buildings had collapsed. The former grandeur was glimpsed in the small details that hadn't been completely wiped by the effects of time and disregard.
I wasn't even able to control myself as I pressed onward. I felt like I was walking through some sort of strange dream, nothing here made sense. The buildings were far too old to have been supported by the technology of the time period, and the anti gravity technology holding the city so high into the air would have been non-existent.
The force compelled me toward a large palace like structure at the top of the city, it was reminiscent of the Parthenon in Greece, but more grand. And much much larger. The marble roads sparkled as chunks dropped and fell toward New York City hundreds of feet below.
I pushed open the door of the palace, and looked to see an empty hearth and a gigantic throne room. I saw one person, a lone woman kneeling in the center of the room. I felt my feet drag me forward, a mix of dread and curiosity filling my thoughts.
I stopped alongside the woman, she turned her head toward me, her storm grey eyes locking onto mine. "I'm sorry we had to meet like this my son, but the last vestiges of my power are fading. I needed to meet you once before I faded, to see my last child, the last demigod."
I stood still, the words didn't compute. Not remotely.
"I want you to go to Half Blood City in Long Island, I need you to cleanse the city. To bring back the Gods, to remember us."
I watched in shock as the woman started to fade, her body losing form, the colors that made up her image smudging. In a matter of moments she was gone.