Percy Jackson and the Olympians: Coup de Grace, Chapter One
AN: I wrote this story down a while ago, and I never really meant to type it out onto Fanfiction, but my sister liked it, so I'm going to try it out and see if it's really that good. This is my AU where all my favorite characters are around the same age. (For story purposes). This is before the Heroes of Olympus, and after the PJO series. So R&R, enjoy!
My name is Grace. It's not actually my name, I don't know my real name. But I decided to give myself a name so people wouldn't refer to me as her or she.
So I call myself Grace. I used to live in an orphanage behind an old library, and a page from one of the books in a crate tore and blew away in the wind, proceeding to plaster itself onto my face. This is what it said:
grace (grs) n.
1. Seemingly effortless beauty or charm of movement, form, or proportion.
2. A characteristic or quality pleasing for its charm or refinement.
3. A sense of fitness or propriety.
4. A temporary immunity or exemption; a reprieve.
5. Graces Greek & Roman Mythology Three sister goddesses, known in Greek mythology as Aglaia, Euphrosyne, and Thalia, who dispense charm and beauty.
6.Divine love and protection bestowed freely on people.
The words Greek, goddesses,and Mythology caught my eye, and then further down the page I saw;
coup de grâce
noun\ˌkü-də-ˈgräs\
: an action or event that finally ends or destroys something that has been getting weaker or worse
: a hit or shot that kills a person or animal that is suffering
The name seemed appropriate at the time, when I was deep in thought about who my parents had been and why they would leave me in an orphanage with what had at first appeared to be hockey sticks. At least, everyone else thought they were hockey sticks, except for me, and I saw them as swords, so everyone thought I was delusional. I mean, hallucinations weren't that far a stretch from dyslexia, were they?
If you noticed before, I said, I used to live in a orphanage behind a library. Notice the use of past tense? That's because I ran away.
Yep, crazy girl runs away with two hockey sticks.
Basically, I was by myself. I was Grace, the girl who seemed to disappear into the shadows. Grace, who could persuade a high-school guy to lend her his laptop so she could illegally access a bank account. I was Grace, the girl who fought monsters no one could see. Grace, the girl with long black hair and "scary silver eyes" I quote exactly from a girl from the orphanage.
A man once told me my eyes were like quicksilver. Of course, said man was drunk and probably about to keel over right there on the side of the road. But when I look at someone it's like I know everything about them, their lives, names, fears, weaknesses.
Like I'm seeing inside them.
I creep myself out like that sometimes.
Anyway, after three years, I found myself in New York. Good old New York. I hopped onto a ferry to Long Island Sound, and bam! Just like that, I found a new home.
Back to the story. I was around 14, maybe 13, I didn't really know my birthday, when I spotted a weird boy across the street. I call him weird because he was wearing all black in the middle of summer, and the fact that he was holding an enormous black sword.
Click, I snapped into his mind.
Nico DiAngelo, 14, son of Hades, Greek god of the Underworld. Lost his mother to Zeus, and then his sister during a quest. Afraid of-
Click, he shoved me out and looked around for the source of the icy feeling that people get when I look at them. I was confused as well. Who was Hades? Zeus?
I think it was his sword that did it. It creeped me out. I could feel it radiating darkness in deep indigo waves. When he wrapped him hand around it, I ran away. Completely cowardly, I know.
He kept coming back, and a week later, he brought two other people.
Click, Annabeth Chase, age 16, daughter of Athena. Extremely smart. Terrified of spiders...
Click, Percy Jackson, age 16, son of Poseidon, weakness: too loyal to his friends...
Annabeth caught me, which I kind of expected, so I made it easy for her and sat down to read in the library as I waited for her.
They took me to Camp Halfblood.
So! Tell me how you like it, review please, (I said please) And just saying, I'm not sure how old everyone would be... so I just made it up.