This is my second story. I'm quick at adding new things as long as I get some favorites and reviews. I came up with this new character randomly in my mind.
Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians or any of his characters. I only own my O/C.
I ran away as fast as I could. Slightly limping from when he shot me in the leg. It was cruel the way he treated me. I mean his own son, treated like some type of slave. I could say that I was used to it. That didn't mean I had to like it. I was only six years old. I was forced to work his land and cook his food. I was also constantly abused and forced to live in his basement.
Anyway I rounded the corner into an alley. The air was cold and chilled my skin. I heard a shot and instantly crashed into the ground. He had shot me in the back. I layed down and stared at the stars lighting up the night sky. He approached me and my vision got blurry. I saw that towering above me. With his blond hair and sky blue eyes with a face that was once handsome, now ruined with hate.
"This'll teach you not to run away again son." I gulped as he kicked me in the ribs. I screamed in agony. It was funny that no one could hear me as busy as the Arizona streets were. Suddenly there was a bright flash and all I remember was a familiar beautiful face with green eyes.
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My vision came in although it was still kinda blurry.
I was in a queen sized bed with white sheets. Other than that the room was empty. I got up and stood on shaky legs. I reached for the doorknob.
"I wouldn't go in there if I were you." I heard a powerful female voice say. I turned to the direction of the voice.
There was a woman. Well I mean obviously. She had on a billowing white gown, her skin was pale and flawless. Her face was perfect and she had green eyes behind black rimmed glasses. I smiled. I knew that face anywhere. "Why hello miss. 'I won't tell you my name'."
She smiled playfully. "With good reason," She replied.
"That's what you keep telling me." I joked as I approached her.
"That was the prototype room," she mentioned. I put a confused look on my face. She sighed. "That's where I try out all of my potions," she said as if that was supposed to clear things up.
"And the fact you make potions makes you?" I asked finally trying to get the answer out of her. She smirked
"That makes me-."
She was cut off when someone burst into the room. I turned to face her and I no longer had control of the muscles in my jaw. She was beyond gorgeous. I mean to the point to where she could be the mother of my children that I'm having way into the future. Well for starters I could already tell that she was far older than me. Contrary to my friend who appeared to be around sixteen years old. She looked to be around the age forty-fiveish. Her brown, curly hair was braided over her right shoulder plaited with gold.
Her eyes, oh my god her eyes. They were a chocolate brown that simmered like the cleanest river. Her mouth was moving but I had no idea what she was saying. I found myself admiring her lips. Her plump, moist, red lips.
"Hello?" I heard her ask in an angelic voice. I looked at her head on. Wow. Was the only way I could describe her at the moment. She smiled for a reason that was unknown to me. "You need to take him to go see Apollo if his injuries are the way you described," she directed the order to her as if she had a position of power.
She nodded "Hey just go out of that door over there and go to the building that shines brightly and has a symbol of a hand-held harp thingy," she described. I smiled at the cute way she gestured with her hands. The lightest blush adorned her cheeks. I waved back to the ladies who went on into deep conversation.
I didn't know where I was but it sure was amazing. Huge mansions littered what seemed to be a mountaintop. There were temples all around the pavilion. The floors were made of marble and I laid eyes on the biggest building here. It was supported by columns and seemed to give off the slightest glow. Someone real important must be in there.
I was walking around trying to find the building she described to me when I heard a noise. It sounded a lot like...crying. I looked toward what appeared to be a garden. That someone took good care of by the looks of it. Flowers bloomed and there was a fountain flowing with a gold liquid in the center. I saw a figure with their face in their hands.
I approached them carefully. As I got closer I noticed that it was a woman. Her hair was strange it appeared to change as I kept looking at her. Brown curly hair to straight and blond and so on. I sat down next to her and waited for a minute. When I felt comfortable I lightly tapped on her shoulder. She turned to me and my breath caught in my throat. Her eyes changed colors just like her hair. And I honestly couldn't remember my name. I couldn't remember how old I was or even if I was living or dead. I kept staring at her face it kept changing from my two crushes(you can take a guess on who they are)and some pretty girls I saw on the television.
I was pretty sure there was a really goofy smile on my face. "Hey," she whispered. I kept on staring at her. She sniffled and smiled at me. "What's your name?" she asked me.
"Whatever you want it to be," I responded dreamily. Her smile got bigger. I got serious. "Enough about me, why are you crying?" I asked with genuine kindness.
"Just my boyfriend," I nodded in understanding. I figured that maybe he just broke up with her even though I don't know what kind of guy in his right mind would do that. Then I began to notice small details. Like the way she applied her makeup. I saw that there were a few flaws and I saw a little blue.
I always had to do that when my dad abused me. I grabbed her face and studied it more intently. She looked a bit nervous under my gaze. I originally thought that it was just her make-up that was causing the color, but my suspicions were correct. I stood and looked at her.
"He's been hitting you," I told her having full confidence in the observation. She looked away. I turned her chin towards me. "Why do you stay with him?" I asked because by the looks of it this has been going on for a while.
A tear fell down from her eyes. I couldn't stand it, seeing a woman this perfect crying over a man who doesn't deserve her. "He doesn't deserve a kind and beautiful woman like you," I said as a tear slipped from my eye. Her pain was hurting me. For once she looked at me. She smiled again.
Did I mention how beautiful that makes her look. She leaned forward and gave me a kiss on the cheek. My senses went on overdrive except for my vision which got all fuzzy. A love drunken smirk went on my face as I passed out. My last vision of her was her with a worried face.
Is there ever a moment when she doesn't look like the prettiest girl ever to exist.