The Forbidden Daughter
Okay, so this is a brand new story I kind of crept up with. It's a story about a girl named Emily Miles who happens to be the daughter of Ryan Miles a mortal man and oh! The queen of the Gods, Hera. I know, shocking right? Please review on my first chapter. This is going to be a short sequel, so updates are probably on the coming! Enjoy. :]
I guess the way to start a story is to go with the Climax. Or is it the Prologue first? Well, who cares? I'm not that normal. Of course I'm not normal. I'm ADHD dyslexic and I always get kicked out of every school in the United States especially in New York. I know right? That is total torture.
I'm Emily Miles. A 16 year-old teenage girl who studies at the Lady Clarion Academy for Sophomore Year... And let me tell you, it is not the best school in town. There are packs of rich people and bullies that happen to tease you for no specific reason. I once passed by a cheerleader there when it was my first day and she was like, "Hey, your grandma looks like Justine Bieber in his Mid'80's." I mean, seriously, I never even met my Grandparents' for Heaven's sake!
But thank God that today is the last day of school and it is the first time in a whole year that I didn't get kicked out of a school. Don't ask me why, but for some un-rational reason, they just simply kick me off without even myself knowing why the heck they had to. Yeah, maybe I can pull it off this time. I got off of bed and went straight to my mirror. My chocolate brown hair was messy. I usually let it be just as when I'm practically stubborn but when I'm in the mood, damn, I hate it when it's messy. I took my comb and brushed my hair. Then, I went to the bathroom to take a quick shower. I put on my jeans and a simple Pink t-shirt, grabbed my backpack full of finished requirements and went downstairs to the kitchen.
Let me tell you something about my house. It's a mansion. Like literally a ten story building-slash-mansion. Everything here is full of Columns and marble floors, including my room. That's one reason why I got a shot to study at Lady Clarion Academy. My Father was freaking rich, as in a major billionaire maker, but not in an illegal way.
I went up to the kitchen to see my Dad in his business suit while drinking a cup of coffee and reading the daily paper. My place in the table had Waffles with chocolate syrup on top and beside it was my favorite Hot chocolate. Oh yeah, speaking of my Dad; his name is Ryan Miles. He's the director of almost 80 movies this year and the manager of The New York Times. I know right? No wonder he gets a billion bucks every day. He's a busy guy, but he never forgets to hang out with me during weekends.
Who is my Mom, you ask? I seriously don't know. I'm dead serious dude. I once remembered her being with me maybe when I was just one year young. But further than that age, she never came back. I know she has chocolate brown hair like me and I get the beautiful blue eyes from my Dad. I wonder where my Mom has gone off to. My Dad and I never really talk about My Mom so much, so I just try to resist asking. My Dad thinks it is painful talking about Mom.
"Morning Daddy," I told him as I took my seat and started munching on my Waffles.
"Morning sweetheart," Dad folded the paper and put it on the table. He grabbed his coffee and took a sip before saying, "Today's your last day of school, right?"
"Yeah," I mumbled through crumbs of Waffles on my mouth. "First time I didn't get expelled."
"I'm sorry about that sweetheart." He said with sympathy and I nodded.
"It's okay. The important thing is that I get to study, right? I get to learn a lot of things." I told him, looking at him for he might understand my situation. He knew about my expels and one time when I was maybe in Middle School, I got expelled from the Music and Dramatic Arts Academy in North Carolina and of course I didn't know the reason, the school tells the reasons to my Dad. My Dad practically almost dissipated the school to ashes with the power of money. But I told him not to and lied about remembering doing something un-lady-like in school that time and I told him that because I wanted to save the school. I was never mad at the school's that expel me, I just simply nod when my Dad tells me I got expelled and I just simply move on without another word.
My Dad managed a smile. "Of course, dear."
"Um, dad?"
"Yes?"
"I don't usually ask this, but..." I faltered and Dad looked like he might lose his breath. "What really happened to Mom?" I thought he would rage at me for bringing that subject up, but fortunately he just sighed.
"Your mother..." Dad faltered. "How do I begin with her? She's a wonderful woman. She's beautiful. No woman has ever caught my attention since the day I had my last breakup. We were so in love, you know?"
"Where did you meet her?" I asked as I put another Waffle in my mouth.
"I met her at the Brooklyn Bridge." Dad smiled, as if remembering the exact memory in his head. "I was taking a break from another Movie done when suddenly I saw her. She was crying and I had the urge to comfort her. Then, she went up beside me without her noticing. So I asked her, "Are you okay?" When she looked at me, my heart skipped a beat. She was beautiful even with her hair in a mess from all the crying she was doing. She had gold eyes which were rarely seen in New York. By the time she looked at me, it's as if all her problems and tears went away."
"Wow." I said, amazed. I finished my waffle and drank up my hot chocolate. Then I asked, "What happened to you two? Did you however think about marrying her?"
"I wanted to." Dad's face fell. "I wanted to so badly. But I can't."
"Then why?" I stammered and before I wanted to ask more, the limo honked its horn. Probably telling me to get out of the house and get to school.
"Your ride is there." Dad told me and managed a smile.
"But-"
"I'll tell you more about it later when you get home, okay?" He kissed my forehead. "Bye sweetheart. Be safe."
I smiled at him. "Bye Daddy." I kissed his cheek and ran off to the front doors. The guards opened the doors for me and I got inside the limo. As I rode to school, I thought about what my Dad told me that he couldn't marry my Mom. Why? Was their love a 'One Night Stand' Affair? Does my Mom already have a husband? Who knows? Maybe she does. Maybe she doesn't. But that idea is not going to stop me for completing my last day at Lady Clarion Academy.
I did make a few friends in Lady Clarion Academy. A total of five I guess. And these five friends of mine are filthy rich. Two of my friends' parents owns a major company while three of them owns a total of eight five star restaurants around the world. Let me tell you for course that in our group, there are three girls and three boys so the friendship is balanced and equal.
I had one friend there though; he's a boy and a cripple. His name is Grover. He really doesn't like walking, in fact he prefers sitting in class all day listening to boring Algebra than to walk around. That, I don't know why. But he's a good friend. He's usually the one I'm close to among the other boys in our group. One more thing, always remember to give him Enchiladas for lunch. It's his favorite and sometimes it's pretty weird that he can chew up cans when he's nervous. But I think I find that very normal. See? I am so not normal.
I arrived at school and thanked Mr. Williams who drove me to school and skirted up to the front doors of School. There I met up with my friends. The two girls in my group are named Jessie (a red-head, totally fashionable), and Carla (blond girl, counselor for love problems). The boys are Michael (black haired guy, Student Council President), John (blond dude, a Glee Club guy) and of course you know Grover (typical black haired boy, cripple).
Michael started talking about a speech he's making for the Culminating Activity for today and Jessie, who is actually, by the way, Michael's girlfriend, disagrees with every word he says for his speech. Carla starts to tell me about boys and how they are so incompetent, I tried not listening to her though but I did take a few of her advices. She was practically the only girl I ever trusted in our group; Jessie? Not so much. Grover and John greeted me then started to go through their conversation about Nature and all those environmental stuff.
The bell rang and we all went to our separate classes. My first class was English, and let me tell you. I always get a Major F+ in English, to sight the fact that I am dyslexic ADHD. The school understands that, but they will do everything to make me learn how to read those English stuff. Grover was also going to English class with me. Usually, he's the one who teaches me rather than Mrs. Kane.
After English class, I got another F+ in our quiz because I broke off some spellings like "Atrples" which is supposed to be "Atropos". Next to my English class is Greek Mythology class. Which Grover is in as well; to cut everything off short, Grover and I have the same schedule. So, you don't have to wonder why I'm much closer to him than to anyone in our group.
Now speaking of Greek Mythology, it is the best class I had since I started to study here at Lady Clarion Academy. I was pretty much the best one in class because when Mr. Thorn asks about which is which and who is who, I can answer quite well. And besides that, I'm the only one out of all the students in Lady Clarion Academy who can understand Ancient Greek. I know it's weird, but it's the only thing I can understand other than English. We were having another one of Mr. Thorn's Oral Pop Quiz's that everyone in class is having trouble with. Lucky for me, I'm not them.
"Question number 58," Mr. Thorn said. "Who is the goddess who started the Trojan War?" He looked around for somebody to call. Then, he stopped mid-way of the room and called, "Tricia!"
Tricia is the girl who always bullies me, she's shorter than me and has so many pimples on her face, and I wonder how she even gets friends. She has auburn hair and her Mother is the Executive Producer of Today's Movies. Nobody really likes her except her pack of 100 friends who is playing plastic with her.
"That's so easy!" Tricia baffled. "It's Aphrodite."
"Wrong." Mr. Thorn announced.
"What?" Tricia snapped. "You can't be serious? Of course I'm right! She's the one who made Paris get Helen from Sparta! And a thousand ships had to sail to Troy just to get the damn girl! Which approximately means it was Aphrodite who started the Trojan War!"
"I'm sorry you have to explain but no. It's not Aphrodite. There's a counter-part for her cause of the Trojan War, but fully, she didn't." Mr. Thorn said before turning to me. "Emily, would you mind telling the class your answer?"
"Uh sure," I stuttered. "Uh, let's see. It's um. Eris, the Goddess of Discord." Then there was small silence. Mr. Thorn took a look at his paper of answers (is that what he calls it?).
"Correct." Mr. Thorn announced and everyone started murmuring agreement and clapping to this except Tricia and all her so called popular friends.
"Wrong!" Tricia protested. "It can't be!"
"Tricia, dear, please take your-"
"No!" Tricia continued. "I will not allow this kind of favoritism!"
"Tricia, this is not bound through favoritism! Now please sit-"
"No!" Tricia burst madly, all heads swiveled to her place. Her knuckles were turning white and suddenly they turned grayish and so was her face. It was so weird. Everybody started gasping as Tricia formed into something like a bird, her hands turning into wings. Her teeth reformed like fangs, her clothes tattering, her eyes turned bloody red and her hair went up to a not so neat bun. Everyone screamed in terror as Tricia snarled her fangs. The students started running for the door, practically over crowding the halls and hitting the emergency button which sent a huge wave of wailing in the classroom. I looked around and realized I was left in the room staring at her in terror together with Grover, a boy and a girl, and Mr. Thorn.
I hid under my table and I thought Grover was about to do the same. But he didn't, he was just standing there. Tricia snarled again. Green liquid fell on the hard wood floor.
"Where is she?" Tricia snarled, her raspy voice sending chills down my spine and making the hair on my back rise.
"Leave her alone!" The girl yelled at Tricia and Tricia roared. Yes, she literally roared.
"She is forbidden to be alive!" Tricia yelled in a murderous voice. "She is a mistake from the vow of the Goddess! She has offended the King of the Gods!"
My eyes widened as I shivered under the table. She is Me. Grover carefully crotch down to look at me, he was scared as well that he grabbed his Coke tin can and started chewing on it which was so unlike him. "E-everything's going to be alright Emily, don't worry." He told me through mumbles of Tin foil. Apparently, nothing's going to be alright.
"What is going on Grover?" I asked nervously.
"Just stay down okay? Don't ever look up, just stay down." He commanded and I nodded as if he was the law.
"It isn't her fault!" Mr. Thorn said. "She was born that way!"
"She was born forbidden in this world!" Tricia yelled. "Now give her to me! Or I'll get her myself!" She snarled and I heard her try to attack the girl and the boy. I got up from under the table and yelled, "Leave them alone you monster!"
"You!" Tricia's head swiveled to my direction. "You must die!" Tricia snarled and flew up to me. I docked her and landed badly on the giant Globe beside Grover. Grover grabbed something from his pocket and started playing a song on it. I didn't know what it was, because my vision was blurry, I felt weak.
"You must die daughter of Hera!" Tricia snarled murderously and my eyes snapped open. I don't know if I heard right. I can feel her flying up to me when I heard a slash behind my back. I looked back to see the boy holding a 17 inch Celestial Bronze sword; which is for your information really prohibited in Lady Clarion Academy. I don't know where the heck he even got that. Tricia roared in anguish and targeted the boy.
"Annabeth! Grover! Take Emily away from here!" Mr. Thorn commanded as Annabeth A.K.A the girl and Grover shoved me off the Globe and ran me out of the Classroom. We went for the front doors and they dragged me inside an SUV Van. They put me at the back and they both sat on both my sides.
"Argus, step on it!" Annabeth commanded and I felt the Van move with extreme speed. My vision was still blurry. I couldn't make out what was happening.
"What-what's happening?" I asked, my voice felt like it was full of sand. None of them answered as they both stared at each other with nervous looks on their faces.
"We have to take her to Camp, immediately." Grover said nervously and Annabeth nodded. And then after that, I fell asleep.
Then, there goes my dream. Don't get me wrong, my dreams always come true. Like one time I dreamed there was a storm coming to San Francisco and New York, and when I woke up hard rain fell from the sky as lightning and thunder boomed together as one murderous death weapon. But this dream had to be IMPOSSIBLE.
I dreamed that I was in a forest full of Trees and there was a waterfall nearby. Thunder and Lightening roared from above violently. It was night as rain fell from the skies. In the forest, I saw two birds fighting; An Eagle and a Peahen (Female term for Peacock). The Peahen was badly wounded, while the Eagle kept on pricking at it murderously. I wanted to help the poor bird, but I know I couldn't. It was a dream. The Peahen tried to run away but its left leg was broken into a weird angle. The eagle on the other hand was eager to kill the peahen.
Then, when the Eagle saw how treacherously wounded the Peahen was, it came to its aid and cuddled up next to her. The rain stopped, the thunder and lightning subsided. The night was clear now, the sky was full of stars and the full moon shined brightly on the two birds. The Eagle purred softly at the Peahen and wrapped one wing on the Peahen's body as if comforting her. And just like that, the wounds of the peahen cured and as it cured, the peahen stood up weakly. The eagle snuggled the peahen and quickly flew up to a tree, probably returning to its abode.
I woke up with a start. That was the weirdest dream I had since the time I dreamed about two models fighting (literally). My vision was blurry again. But when my vision focused, something took my breath away. I was lying on a pink soft silk bed. The room I was in was beautiful. Before the bed I lay was an Oak door designed with peacock feathers. Beside the door was a door closet, probably full of clothes I guess. The room was painted pink and white. The flooring was marble. Columns were designed on each corner of the room. Beside the bed I lay was a tray of Cookies n' Cream shake and Chocolate brownies.
My head felt dizzy, but that doesn't stop me from musing about the place where I'm in. I thought about what happened to me before I fell asleep. A monster was in our classroom with Grover, Mr. Thorn, some girl named Annabeth and a boy. The Monster was Tricia, my worst enemy in school. And she was snarling about how my birth was forbidden. What is wrong with my freaking birth? Sure I'm ADHD dyslexic, but that doesn't have to do anything with my birth, right?
The door swung open and there I saw the same girl with me in the classroom, Annabeth. She had blond curly hair and deep gray eyes which pretty much ruined her appearance. She was wearing jeans and an orange t-shirt that read "Cmp Haf Blod" or is it "Camp Half-Blood"? Oh right, yeah; Camp Half Blood. What? It's my ADHD, figures.
"Oh, thank the Gods. You're finally awake." Annabeth sighed in relief and I looked at her confused.
"Um, excuse me? Who are you? And where am I?" I asked her and I thought that was the dumbest question I have ever thought about asking her.
"Oh, I'm sorry about that," Annabeth said sympathetically and smiled. "I'm Annabeth Chase. Oh and by the way, you're in Camp Half-Blood."
"I can see that." I gestured to her shirt and she followed the direction of my gaze, also looking at her shirt.
"What's Camp Half-blood? Why am I here? Why did Tricia turn into a gray bird thingy?" I asked straightforwardly. I'm so confused right now, I wanted to go home. Plus, I wanted to get things straight to the point or else I might blow up or something. And if you're thinking that literally, please, for Pete's sake, it's a figure of speech.
Annabeth sighed. "I'm sorry Emily, but I can't explain it that way."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Are you recovered?"
"Come again?"
"I said," Annabeth repeated. "Are you recovered? As in, are you feeling well?"
"Not in this condition." I told her. "I feel Nausea."
"Why don't you eat Ambrosia?"
"What the heck is Ambrosia?"
She told me. "It's the food of the Greek Gods?"
"Are you kidding me? There's no such thing." I told her reluctantly and she sighed.
"Yes there is."
"What are you talking about? What's going on? I want to know what the heck is happening to me. Am I dreaming or something? Did Tricia really turn into that thing? Oh my God, I think I should get medication…" I faltered breathlessly. I'm so freaking confused right now, I needed answers so badly. Yeah, that's a thing about me. I'm so demanding.
"Just eat the brownies and drink the shake. When you're finished, we can go." Annabeth told me and sat down on the bed. I grabbed a brownie and took the shake with my other hand. I munched on the brownie and felt myself relax. I took a sip of the Cookies n' cream shake and my body began to recharge. All my demanding questions started to relent.
"What are these things?" I asked Annabeth.
"Those are called Ambrosia and Nectar. The one you're drinking is Nectar and the one you're eating is Ambrosia." Annabeth explained, as if lecturing me on something I should have known since I was a freshman.
"Aren't those the food of the Greek gods in Greek mythology?" I thought out loud.
"Yeah, they are. They can even heal you." Annabeth said. "If a mortal eats or drinks either of them, they would've burst into a trillion pieces."
My eye brow lit up in surprise. "Wait a minute. I'm mortal." I put down the brownie and the shake and stood up. "Oh my God, I'm going to die!"
"No! Relax. You're not going to die." Annabeth told me
"But you just said-"
"You're not mortal. You're half mortal."
"Excuse me?" I asked, totally confused. I actually thought that was an insult.
"You heard me. You're half mortal."
"I know, I heard! But what does it mean? I'm half mortal half what?"
Annabeth didn't say anything. She lowered her head as if she might regret what she's about to say.
"Half god," Annabeth said and I froze. Wait a min- I'm half mortal half what?
"To put it up in its complete term, you're a demi-god, or more specifically Half-blood." Annabeth told me. "Why do you think this T-shirt-" She pointed at her orange shirt, "is printed Camp Half-blood?"
"God…" I muttered and frowned as if forgetting something. And then it hit me like lightening. "Wait, demi-god? Like... Oh my GOD. In Greek mythology, there are a huge number of demi-gods. Hercules, Perseus,"
"And you're," Annabeth pointed at me. "Ha, you're one of them. So am I."
"Then, who's your god parent?" I asked her and she smiled.
"Why, the wise daughter of Zeus, Athena of course."
"Wait, Camp Half-blood's parents are Greek gods?"
"Of course, there's no such thing like half mortal half Norse God or Egyptian. This place is perfect for children of the Greek Gods."
"Wow, really?" I asked totally amazed and freaked out all at the same time. I've been studying about Greek mythology a lot. And I know every detail about it. "Wait, did you say your god parent is Athena?"
"Yeah, I did. Why?" Annabeth asked.
"Well... isn't she supposed to be like- a Virgin goddess?"
"Children of Athena are made from her thoughts. Athena falls in love but it doesn't inquire any sexual interaction."
"Oh… So," I said. "Can Gods go to earth in their god form?"
"Not exactly," Annabeth said and started to explain, "You see, gods usually go down to earth to explore and fall in love. Sometimes they go in their godly forms but not fully. Sometimes they go their mortal form. So it's kind of the same basis here."
"I see." I said thoughtfully. "So, who do you think my god parent is?"
Annabeth froze and I felt guilty as I asked her, "Annabeth, are you okay?"
"I-I'm fine." Annabeth stammered nervously.
"I'm sorry about the question." I apologized. "Is it really that personal? I mean, about my god parent?"
"Not personal." Annabeth corrected. "It's complicated."
"Why?" I asked her, confused.
Annabeth shook her head. "It's nothing. Come with me, I want you to meet the first god you will ever encounter. Note to yourself: shut your mouth if you've got something bad to say. Well, that is, unless you want to be turned into a Leopard."
That's a wrap for Chapter 1! Thank you for reading! If there's any problem with grammars and spellings, please don't hesitate to PM me and let me know.
- EMPG22HoPe