Hey this is my first fan fiction. Sorry for the suckish title it was all I could come upwith at the moment. I hope that you like my work.
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Danni-
One.
i breathed in musty, moist air.
Two.
I breathed. I felt numb and tingly.
Three.
I took a deep breath and opened my eyes. I woke up on dark cave floor. My first thought was where's a light? Then my second, where's my daggers? It took me three more breaths before I could feel my fingers and my arms. Then I finally started wondering how I got here, why I was here and where's here? Soon, I had enough strength to start dragging myself around, in search of my daggers. After crawling around for ten minutes, a sharp pain shot through my finger. "Well I found one of them" I grumbled to myself. I sucked my finger and cringed at the metallic taste. I staggered to my feet and clutched my dagger uncertainly. Not really sure which direction was which, I took a confident step forward and face planted a wall. And because I'm such I brilliant genius, I did it again. The bump on my head the size of a potato told my if I did it again, the likeliness of my brain exploding out of my head was a definite possibility. I started looking for a light source. A dim light in the corner of the cave drew my attention. Maybe I should start there. I made my way to that corner to find a path behind it. Following the path I ended up with a waterfall close up. At first, I thought I was in front of the water fall. Then in the small puddle next to me, a fish randomly jumped through. Fish are weird. So after figuring I was behind the waterfall I decided to take a random leap of faith. Like I've never taken one before. Trying to avoid thinking of the possible sharp rocks, crocodile, sharks etcetera, I jumped. It took me about five feet of falling before I realized that I was the daughter of Poseidon. I focused that the water beneath me would cushion my idiotic leap. It worked . Like landing on a pillow. That was put on a hardwood floor. The light was blinding and my 20-20 vision went rouge. Swimming blind around for a while was fun. I think I disrupted about six schools of fish and stab myself a dozen times with sharp plants. And for a second there I thought I was drowning and couldn't breathe. And this, ladies and gentlemen, is why you don't ever want to be me. I wonder what happened to that fish. After bleeding enough to turn the Indian Ocean red, my vision returned and I headed towards shore. Dragging my body for the second time, I landed on a hot,sandy shore, panting and dry. I hate getting my clothes wet. What? I didn't feel like getting wet and then having to walk around like a wet mop. I opened my eyes to look into a pair of warm brown eyes. My first reaction was to punch whoever those eyes belonged to. They may have looked friendly but I wasn't taking any chances. I hope that it'll teach those eyes two things. One: don't gaze into the eyes of a person who just dragged themselves to shore. They will punch you. Or if they're weak, scream. And two: PERSONAL SPACE! And for those of you worried about brown eyes, no one won. My fist is swelling as we speak. "Ow!" Despite the pain, I put myself in a handstand and watched as he- those eyes belonged to a him-was stumbling around, flailing his arms and eventually landing on his butt. A laugh escaped through my lips. The "him" had blond hair and acually was kinda muscular, not that that matters. He was wearing a white shirt, but i couldn't make out the letters. He glared at me with an already swelling eye. "What was that for?!" He was practically yelling, which led me to laugh harder. Hard enough to fall on flat on my back. And I was still laughing through that. "Keep laughing and I'll burn you." He threatened. To prove his point, he had a ball of fire in is hand. And to even my surprise I laughed even harder. I must've bruised his ego so bad that he threw it. No more laughs. I knew he aimed intentionally to miss but I wasn't taking any chances. When he launched the death ball, a wall of water as thick as his skull-which I'm guessing is pretty thick- solidified in front of me and the next thing heard was a lot of hissing. The wall collapsed to reveal an exhausted, angry, probably deranged girl. "What was THAT for?! " I yelled. I was so mad I'm pretty sure if I was wet, water would literally be evaporating off of me. "You wouldn't stop laughing." He replied defensively. I could see he was starting to regret his decision. That didn't stop my ranting.
"You were making a fool of yourself. Of course I'm gonna laugh." I replied. I bent down to pick my dagger. I peered around him and spun around taking in everything I saw. The sand was blinding and the air was filled with a salty sea smell. In the distance I spotted grass, plants and white structures that looked strangely familiar. I think there a garden but back to the building." What are you looking at?" Hot stuff peered behind him. "Please tell me those buildings are replicas." I pleaded. "Replicas? What are you talking about?"I looked around and sighed.
"Since you apparently are the only talking species around hot stuff, where am I?"
" Hot stuff?"
"Just answer the question."
"First of all, my name is Jake. And we're in Greece."
Oh no.
My brother is halfway across the world.
And I'm in the place where it all started.
Can it get any better?
"And what's your name?" hot stuff- I mean "jake"- asked. I walked past him, towards the buildings in a daze.
"Danni Jackson"
"Well Danni," he said my name in such disgust, it took all my willpower not to kick him across the Atlantic Ocean, " I guess since you found your way here your pretty special. Not many people find their way to Greece without-" he was blabbing on about something that I could care less about, walking to catch up with me. I was actually more focused on the fact that I was in Greece. Oh gods.I replayed everything that had happened so far. Dark cave. Leap of faith. Brown eyes. Ball of fire. Greece. Wait. Back up. Ball of FIRE?! Who uses fire?! He didn't seen surprised when I formed the wall. Did he see me form the wall? Not important. He's definitely a demigod. I mean if a mortal could do that the world would've probably burned down a long time ago. But whose his parent? Ok. List. Zeus? Nah, but they both have a pretty big egos. Her- forget that one. She never had and never will have a demigod child. Um,not my father because a) he wouldn't have wielded fire b) that would be weird and c) don't forget awkward. Not Artemis and I'm pretty not Apollo either. One of them vowed to never have children and the other is just weird. Because instead of yelling at me, "jake" would be rhyming to or Dionysus. Plants and wine. Nope. actually makes sense, could be a possibility. I mean he's not afraid to hit a girl, but fire? Aphrodite? He's cute but he ain't hot. Hades. "Jake" doesn't strike me as the son of the dead kind of guy. And he's not smart so cross out Athena. That only leaves… I stopped and turned to face him. " Um, hot stuff? Whose your parent?"
"What?" I totally caught him of guard.
" Which of the gods is your parent? And I know your a demigod so don't bring up the whole "I have no idea who what talking" act." He stood there gaping at me. I forgot how dumb boys can be. Percy's the worst. I mean you think your grades are bad, check his. I have better grades than him only because I'm not dyslexic. Im just ADHD. So they're in the middle. And not just school but in life. Back to hot stuff. "Okay i'll make it easier for you," I said catching his distraught expression," who did you grow up with?"
"My mom" he responded nervously. It ,again, took all my will power not to laugh. "So tell me if I'm getting closer." I knew who his parent was I just wanted to hear him say this. " Zeus ?" He shook his head eyes glued to the ground. "Apollo?" Head shake. "Hades?" We continues walking and went down the list until only two name were left. Poseidon and Hephaestus. "So it's between Poseidon and Hephaestus and since in our little fight you didn't wield water, it leads me to believe that Hephaestus is your father am I wrong?" That was a pretty good conclusion if you ask me. "Yeah he's my father." He didn't sound to thrilled."You don't sound to thrilled." What? He didn't. I acually thought that children of Hephaestus would be little more scrawny than muscular. And by the way those of you interested in where we were right now we were a couple feet from the white pillar structure,which turned out to be on top of a hill shadowing identical ones and what look to be a restored Greek town. It was bustling with kids that looked my age and the oldest i could currently see was(I guess) an eighteen year old helping out a middle aged lady carry what looked like pots to her stand. Yes they're were grownups there too. "This topic is not over."I muttered as we headed into the town.