First off I want to personally thank you for taking your time to read this story. I am usually one that likes to be original in all my works, and feel that this story is especially different. I hope you think so too and it brings some enjoyment to you while you're reading it. The story is a lot better than the summary, I ensure you.
SUMMARY: What will happen when Seaenna is sent to the Roman Camp that is only meant for demigods, and what will Lupa do when she finds out that she is the daughter of the Sea Titan. What curse will she be paid by her father for the insolence she shows him, but most importantly, what will her reaction be to Perseus.
You know your life is screwed when you find out that you're not only human. It becomes… difficult.
Now what is normal? Well if you define it as not acting out of the ordinary, then you've described me perfectly. Outside, I had it all together, and some in the inside too. My mental stability seemed pretty sane, except for my unexplained body reactions. As far as I could remember, I always had a strange tugging sensation when I was near the ocean… and I hated it. I lived in Del Mar Ray, a small city by the coast bordering Culver City and LA. Unfortunately, the ocean resided only to close to my house that lined along the beach.
It was beautiful to look at, but in all my life that I lived in that rich community by the sand and surf, I never once touched the salty ocean. I would let water quench my thirst and I would let it clean my body, but I would not go near the waves and tide.
It had been a long Sunday; taking off in the early afternoon to go bike riding along the bike path by the beach. It gently curved up and swerved, then lined along the strait which came in from the ocean. Over the amount of a few hours, I would make my way up and back from Venice beach, biding my time with the scenery as my legs pushed the peddles.
Now I sat on the cold sand, yet again watching another sunset take place, setting in the west. The sky was overcast, except in the east a few miles away, and in the far west, the sky clear of clouds. I watched as the fiery pink disk slowly came out from underneath the churning clouds to set among the brooding waves of the sea. It's strange watching a sun set because it seems to move faster than any other part of the day. As if eager to leave this face of the earth.
Finally it's face no longer shined on mine, no more warmth given, so I was compelled to breath in the cold salty air that blew softly in my face. The tide came in and receded back out, maybe this was to close for comfort. I knew it couldn't reach me, but I didn't like the thought of it. The waters were a stormy looking blue gray, the light of the sun still in affect as the sky was not yet dark.
I turned my neck to look back at my house, across the sand. I wanted to go in, but then I knew what I would get if I did. My mom would be in a talking mood. She was always like that when I wasn't, and when I wanted to talk, it would be the opposite. I often wondered what it would be like to have a dad to also come home to, but that was just an imagination. He didn't exist as far as I'm concerned. So with that thought I got up, wiping the sand off my shorts, and with a shiver from the sharp wind that hit me from the north, I made my way to the warmly lit ocean side residence.
"Seaenna, good you're home." My mom said a little to cheerily. I saw her looking into a mirror that was on the left side of our living room. She had a red dress on, shiny black stilettos, her dyed blond hair perfectly curled, red lipstick shaping her lips flawlessly, and makeup done expertly. Date night already? "Aaron called earlier today and said he wanted to take me to a special concert in LA. I know it's not our regular time we go out, but the tickets were only for tonight. You understand, right sweaty?" Her blue eyes were wide with excitement and they spelled love. Aaron was the only guy my mom had actually felt "sparks" -as she would put it- with since my dad. Whoever he was; she never spoke of him if she could help it.
"Yeah, you two crazy lovers have a good time." I said with a tired smile. I loved seeing my mom happy. I had seen to many nights and even days where she wouldn't smile, maybe she would do it to humor me once or twice, but it was like a dark cloud had settled over her vision.
She ran over, as fast as she could in her stilettos and gave me a tight hug. "I love you so much." She whispered into my hair which covered my ear.
"You too." I said as she let go. I looked at her again, she was beautiful, and that sometimes made me feel a little jealous. I wish I had inherited her looks instead of… my dad. I heard her once mumble to herself, "The spitting image of her father." It obviously wasn't meant for me to hear, but I couldn't help not hearing it. My eyes were an apple green, with specks of blue in them, which people told me were disturbing when I was mad for some reason. My hair was a long and wavy strawberry blond. It was a little bit more red then blond but it shined gold in the sunlight. I had a few light brown freckles on my nose and cheeks, with skin that always had a light tan, even in the middle of winter. I was tall and had an athletic body from always biking. I had just turned seventeen and I was proud to say that I looked exactly my age, unlike some girls who either look older or younger than their real age.
There was a light knocking on the door which made me jump. I hadn't been expecting it and it made my mom chuckle as she saw my startle. She move around me, looked through the peep hole, and opened it wide. By this time I was walking into the living room to sit down and flip channels on the television. "Hey Sea Sea!" Said Aaron calling my nickname. He was one of the very few I allowed to call me that. If anybody else tried it though, well let's just say I wasn't a happy camper.
"Hi Aaron." I said giving him a kind smile while looking him in the eyes. I had to admit, he was a great guy, especially for my mom.
"Is it alright if I steal your mom away from you tonight?" He asked jokingly.
"Please, take her off my hands." I replied laughing. Then after a couple more exchanges of kind words and goodbyes, they were gone. The house was finally empty, save for me, and completely silent too. I heaved a heavy sigh, so tired after the long day and slouched in the comfortable white couch while turning on the TV with the remote. The first thing that turned on was some reality show on Discover Channel about king crab fishing so I instantly turned it as soon as I saw the stormy ocean. It gave me chills for some reason. The next channel down was the Disney Channel and of course they'd be showing The Little Mermaid. Although it was a cartoon, I hated seeing the salty spray of the ocean hit the rocks just as Ariel sang "Part of this world." Rolling my eyes I turned again. "Who lives in a pineapple under the sea?" "Spongebob Squarepa-" No, I was definitely not going to watch that so I clicked the remote again, "As the dolphin is in its natural habitat-" Gir. And of course the next channel turned out to be the movie Aquamarine! Dang it! I can't get away from the thing I hate the most.
I slammed the dumb remote down on the couch after turning off the TV. I sat there for a moment then got up to just stand there with a blank mind. There was really nothing else to do except read the books that were already read, play some videogames which I had already mastered, or just go to bed. The third option sounded the best.
Quickly slipping into my pajamas, I pulled the covers over my head and felt the comfortable warmth. Warmth away from the freezing salt air just on the other side of the bedroom wall. Warmth from the bitter cold waves that lapped the sea. And then… I was gone. My consciousness loosed itself and I fell into a deep sleep.
A dream… I could faintly hear in the background, music, something mellow and almost calming. It sounded familiar, like a song from the band Sublime. Then my vision faded in slowly and I could feel the warmth of the summer sun, which was only to familiar to me. I could smell the hot sand and the essence of salty air that rolled over it. I knew I was in the Balboa Beach area because I had traveled there with my mom or friends a few times every summer. People biked and roller bladed past me as I stood in the middle of the cement bike path that road along side the ocean. The beach was clean, the waters sparkling, and even though it was beautiful, I hated looking at it. To my right was the town; shops, restaurants, boutiques, art galleries, and some strange performance attracting a crowd around the sidewalk.
I had a dream body that seemed to have a mind of it own, one that made decisions on where I would go and what I would do. I started to walk down the wrong side of the bike path where bikers were heading right at me. Then stepping off, I walked onto the hot sand barefoot. That did not feel pleasant in the least bit and I couldn't do anything to stop it. Then with full clothes on, I realized I was walking towards the ocean and its rolling waves. Alarms went off but I couldn't do anything to tell myself to stop. I wanted to scream, but the only part of my body I had control over was my mind. Then… I went from ankle deep to leg to full body deep. Finally my head went under and I was completely submerged. The currents changed from cool to a freezing ice cold. My heart was racing and I could feel immense power pulsing through me. My body felt more alive than it ever had, a rush that I could never experience outside of the salt waters of the sea… and I hated it. It didn't make me feel normal, and that is what I craved. That was the whole reason I realized then and there, as to why I despised the ocean. It made me feel different, like I wasn't ordinary like everyone else. I knew that there was a certain extent to myself that wanted to stand out amongst others, but not in this way. It made me feel abnormal.
Suddenly I could feel the pressure of the cold waters pushing me up to the surface. I broke through, not even gasping for air, in fact, I was completely fine. I felt like I didn't even need oxygen. While my feet found a place to stand, I looked at my surroundings. In front of me was a thin fog interlacing with the thick forest, and a pebble beach. I realized then that I had full control over my body as my hand reached up to move my hair out of my face. I quickly with a strong urgency got out of the cold waters and was about to utter a long groan when I realized that I wasn't wet. I was completely dry. How was this? Because of the dream? I wasn't sure. I slowly turned around and off a few miles away, to my right as I looked down the beach, I could see the Golden Gate Bridge.
The dream ended…
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