Author note: yes, this is a Nico pairing. My characters will come to camp half blood round the time that Percy and the rest of the crew are gone and they stumble upon Nico and Bianca. So I'm not going to just jump in but rest assure their will be romance. I will try the best to write along with the book though. Anyways please be nice with reviews this is my second story and in my first one I had a partner so this is my real first alone one! :) anyways thanks for reading this review and tell me what you think!
-Athena (I'm the person that writes Athena's prospective in "love me deadly" the fanfiction I'm doing with a partner)
It was one of those nights in California. Dawn was at it's peck but the sunlight had not touch the land quit yet. A baby wrapped in purple and green cloth was placed on the doorsteps as a mother wept. Tear drops of the ladies' tear fell onto her sleeping child's face. Her red hair was blown into her face while her tears had caused them to stick onto her face. her long pointy fingers brushed softly against the child's soft and angelic face.
For the women had cried and whispered "Zoë", in her arms slept the child unaware of her mothers soft and salty tears. Placing her child on the door step was the hardest the mother ever had to do. Idea's of her child smiling and laughing while calling to another women "mother!" rang in her head causing her to cry harder. This house had seemed like an appropriate place to leave her and her lovers child for she had seen the man and women, who lived here.
They seemed kind and understanding and perfect enough to care for her child. Wind became warmer and she had come to the understanding that soon she would have to leave. How she wished she could wake her child and see her face, those hazel eyes bright and full of life! but she did not dare and awaken her child. She did not want her child to witness her own abandonment even though it was unwillingly nor wanted either. Zoë had grabbed her fingers, even in sleep she understood that her mother would leave her. When she had spoken of the child to her lover he was happy at the same time dismayed for both wanted the child and could not.
Knowing her lover he was not use to not getting what he wanted and took the idea of leaving their child rather harshly but in time agreed for it was in the Childs best appeal not to be raised by them. She deserved a nice life and a safe environment to grow up in to never live in fear of a beast trying to slay her or the anger rage of the gods. Zoë was far to innocent to see such harsh things yet. far to innocent. She could not take such a thing from her child, one yet that had not even come close to understanding the sadness and the evil in the world. She untwined her Childs hand from her finger and taking in a sharp breath she turned around new tears glistening in her eyes. She never looked back. She never stopped weeping for her child.
Inside the cozy home slept a wife and her husband in a queen size blue covered bed. Helen ,the wife, opened her eyes welcomed with the bright lights of the sun. She turned around nuzzling her face into her husband's chest just not so happy to be greeted with the morning sun. Of course when she heard a slight cry of a child near by her eyes snapped. She tumbled out of bed pushing her lazy husband out. Scott was being pushed out of the bed by his mad women of a wife, Helen, and it happened why to early for his liking.
Scott groaned annoyed "Helen I'm still tired" he said lazily. Helen rolled her eyes at her lazy husband "fine Scott stay in bed sweetie remember you have night shift toning" she said as she grabbed her early morning rob. Scott huffed "don't remind me Helen …I have such suckish boss" he answered mumbling the last part causing his wife to giggle lightly. Helen thought her to be paranoid as she rushed out from the kitchen to reach the front door. But she soon changed her mind when she realized the cry was becoming louder with each step, she carefully opened the door and fell down screaming when she saw what she had. A baby was left crying and laying on her step.
It was covered in a cloth of purple and green. Helen's motherly instinct came into play and she quickly picked up the child trying to sooth it. She rubbed the Childs hair and the child leaned into her touch. Helen cried franticly for her husband while running into their room. Scott fell off the bed with a 'thud!' when Helen came screaming into their room. He rubbed his eyes "Helen why-" he stopped talking when he saw the child in his wife's hand.
His eyes grew as big as a saucer "when did that happen! When did you give birth! I never even saw you get fat! I thought you couldn't have kids!" he cried shock pointing to the child, that looked at him with curiosity. Helen flicked him in the forehead "I never gave birth Scott! and I most certainly was never fat! I found the child laying on our door step!" Helen answered sitting on the bed. All the while the child giggled with all the chaos between the two adults, they turned to the child raiding their eyebrow. They both smiled as the baby grabbed onto both of their fingers "what do we do with her Scott?" Helen asked looking into the Childs lively Hazel eyes.
Scott shook his head looking at the child with his soft brown eyes "how do you know it's a girl Helen" he asked trying to get rid of the chaos in the conversation. Helen smiled a" well I guess I'll find out" she answered unwrapping the child from the material only to be welcomed with note. Helen clapped happily "yep, it's a girl" she answered happily. Scott looked at the note skeptically and picked it up "I leave my child in your care keep my baby safe. Her name is Zoë I ask that you please leave her with that her all the love I wish I could and perhaps later we will meet and I cant thank your properly. Sincerely 'A'" Scott answered out loud reading the letter.
Helen played with the child "what are we going to do?" Helen said smiling at the gurgling child. Scott smiled at his wife "well, Helen you can't conceive and child and we talked about adoption. Suddenly this child ends up at our door? I believe fate wanted us to have the child you already seem attached to it and I would love a little girl, why not adopt her?" he asked looking at the child.
Helen nodded tears in her eyes "do you want me to be your mother" Helen asked the child while Scott answered after "and me your father?" he asked. The baby smiled and laughed grabbing hold of their hands "well, Scott it looks like your going to be a father" Helen said happily hugging the child in her arms. Scott nodded "and you a mother Helen" Scott said lovingly; Helen nodded crying with joy "a child Scott a perfect child" she mumbled .
Scott and Helen had indeed adopted the child and in the mothers wish's named it Zoë. Zoë was given the name Zoë Rose Quincy being the pride and joy of the MR. and Ms. Quincy.
13 years later
That same baby now was a growing 13 girl in Richmont middle school and Zoë could barley keep her eyes opened as she starred at the board. Her teacher were so boring she enjoyed it better when her parents explained things. She kept her Hazel eyes and her skin grew tan. Long eye lashes and full lips rested on her face as her hair grew long and rich red/gold hair hung from her head. She wore a long flowing colorful shirt that was long enough to reach her knee's and skinny black she had Dyslexia and ADHD realizing that it was not the best combination of medical issues that a child could have especially when she was in class. But today Zoë was completely out of it she had stayed up to late once again, she was about to fall asleep when her teacher whacked her ruler against her table.
Zoë's eyes snapped open and cringed, everyone was starring at her. She looked up in terror to see her old teacher Ms. Beetles starring at her in rage while her other lazy eye to the right wondered in other directions. she bit her lip "Zoë since you know enough about this to fall asleep in class please do question eight on the board" sneered at the terror struck child. Zoë held her desk in a death grip turning white she nearly fell over as she got up to the board only to have the numbers move all over the place.
She couldn't read a thing! She starred at the board mortified, which only pleased more. She wanted to cry realizing all her other class mates tapped the desk impatiently waiting for her to answer the question. Starring a child in her class cried "give the marker to someone who can answer it idiot!" roared someone in the back. Zoë looked at the white chalk board wanting to cry as she wrote a random number on the board only to have children burst into an uproar of laughter.
Ms. beetles voice was pleased as she said, "now Zoë why did you put twenty-three? The correct answer was one seventy-four. Now get down girl and hopefully you'll pay attention in class this time" she said menacingly pointing to a desk in the plain room. Zoë scurried back to her desk moving her hair in front of her face to hide it in shame. She prayed that like so many school's she would leave soon all the weirdest of things have happened to cause her to get kicked out all her schools. She never really made any long close friends with her constant move after all her parents have been more than enough for her.
Besides they accepted her for who she was she could be as strange as she wanted and they still loved her. She hide behind her hair until the next bell range and pretty much ran to her next class glade to be out of that completely white room. She walked looking at the square till's in the school hall that colored blue and white. Next class was the best class in the whole school system it was the study of myths and other writings.
In this school she had to take a selective class while most students chose P.E. or art she was in 's class. Most students had named it boring, after all when she had first arrived at the school no other selective were open so they placed her in the class with the fewest amount of people. That was Ms. Rosh's class and she was more than pleased with that it was the one class that she excelled in. She waved at she smiled and nodded toward Zoë as she sat down in her desk. Zoë had loved this class had posters placed all over the wall and shelf's that flood of books with knowledge were placed all over the room, they told myths and fables.
Zoë starred out of the window next to her desk in class as she watched other kids in P.E. laughing in the field. Students started to flood the room about five minutes after she had arrived. She currently had rented a book about Myth's some of her favorite consisted of the Greek gods in fact she could barely contain herself as she flipped the page. Zoë was suddenly cut off as she heard clapped happily "now class lets please take out you text book today we will talk about Theseus and the minotaur if you would please read from page 255-257" she said taking out her private text book and showing us.
I grabbed the text book out from the pocket in the desk flipping the page to 255. I began to red the pages when I saw a picture of painting with a title on it. At first the writing on the painting,which was in black, looked like ancient Greek but it suddenly all moved and as plain as day I could read it as if it was English itself. and gathered the classes attention once again. She slipped on her glasses "now does anyone know what that says on the painting" she asked looking around.
I held up my hand proud as she called on me "yes, Zoë" she asked. I nodded happily "It says 'the heroic Theseus defeating the horrific minotaur'" I said reading the exact words I saw on the picture. Ms. Rosh scrunched her brows surprised I had gotten it right "why Zoë I had no idea you speak Greek! I learned some of it at school and you are most certainly correct" she answered smiling happily at my answer. This time I scrunched my eyebrows "Greek? That's Greek? I don't speak Greek? This things in English" I answered looking at the text weirdly. Ms. Rosh shook her head "no need to be so modest Zoë! Of course that's Greek! Does it even look remotely close to English?" she asked laughing. I drew in a breath confused as I looked at the writing on the photographed image, I could see that in plain s day that it was in English! But I nodded anyways agreeing "yes, I'm sorry " I answered still looking at the text book weirdly.
I managed to make it through the day without a hitch. I ate alone as normal, sat in the back, and played my cell phone on the way home. It had been a normal school day or me. Although their was nothing better than knowing that in a few moments I would be home with people who loved me. When I finally got to my bus stop I snatched my book bag and ran out of the bus racing home. I was pleased when I could see our dark blue roof.
Racing I ran home glade to see my little house with a pathway that lead to the door and a white colored house with a blue tint. I grabbed hold of the door and went inside toward the kitchen knowing that my mother would be their. When I had gotten inside it all looked the same. Same window over the sink with a red drape over it, till white floors that sparkled with cleanness, and the sink and washing supplied toward the left while the oven and cooking things were to the right.
What I had not expected was the many box's in the room. I could see that in the next room over that connected to the kitchen the basement ladder was down and y mother were coming down with box's. I tilted my head as she walked down from the latter smiling at me, "Honey! your home" she said putting a box down "hey mom what's this?" I asked pointing to all the box's that crowded the kitchen.
My mother smiled wiping her dusty hands on her pants as she answered "we just need to look through it you know decide what need to be kept and thrown away" only to be handed another box by my father. He smiled as his golden hair relaxed on his face smiling and looking at my mothers green eyes as she pushed some of her light brown hair from her rosy cheeks. He looked around "I know we can get rid of this stuff Sweetie" daddy told my mommy pointing to some box's.
Mommy nodded and grabbed a box "your right we can just dump this" she said fallowing my father to the recycling and garbage in the garage. I started to play a song on my Ipod when I saw something that caught my attention, A packet of some sort was hanging out from one of the box's so I went of to fix it and being the overly curious girl I am I couldn't help but look. What I saw nearly gave me a heart attack in bold words it read "adoption papers".
I ripped up the file looking at it when I finally saw the name 'Zoë Rose Quincy' and than I threw the paper screaming. My parents ran in "what's wrong?" My father asked worried as I screeched and pointed to the paper that I had thrown on the floor. My dad squinted his eyes and than they finally grew large when he saw the title. he called my mother as she came in "what's wrong?" she asked her green eyes looking for something in the room. My father stood up and grabbed the paper from the floor handing it to my mother as her eyes grew wide and she whispered "no". My parents looked at each other before they turned to me "we need to talk Zoë" they said in a serious tone.
Note: Sorry about stopping at a cliff hanger :( I know how those things are annoying but I'll up-date soon!Also this was not Betaed so I apologize for any mistakes! :)