Poseidon's Daughter: Yamato Sui Jean
A PJO fanfic by haganeochibi
A.N.: This is a repost of the first chapter after a reviewer (Rainbowlollipop) noticed a few errors. I will post the next chapter shortly.
Prologue
The first time I heard of air planes at school, I made sure I would be able to ride one when I get older. I got so excited when my mom told me the big news: we were flying to the USA in a month! My mom had originally thought of riding a cruise ship to the US, but I had to persuade her (actually, more of blackmail... just kidding) to get plane tickets. She had already had the necessary papers processed and she made sure we had enough cash, clothes, and the works. Yeah, and so I began counting the days. And I immediately regretted my excitement. See, the first few hours of flying were good enough, but when we were nearing the West coast, everything went horribly wrong,
The whole plane shook so hard due to high winds. I heard one of the crew say (with the frantic panicky voice) that the plane lost its communication with the airport. Another cried that half the engine went down. To cap it all, lightning ripped the otherwise dark sky apart. The whole crew and a lot of the passengers were going crazy. Apparently, this was the first time this kind of horrible catastrophe happened. My mom's eyes reflected the fear in my eyes, but she spoke in a voice of forced calm when she hugged me tightly.
"Mizu-chan, shh... everything will be fine," she said while stroking my jet black straight hair. The plane went down, and I mean literally spiralled downward in a sickening roller-coaster-like motion. A lot of screams were drowned by the booming thunder. The thunder and lightning seemed a lot fiercer in this time. I was sure the pilots were having a hard time steering.
"Mom!"
I held on to my mother's sleeves tightly, but she held me at arm's length, regarding me carefully. I was scared, but I had feeling of dread; this may be the last time I could talk to her.
"Mizu-chan, no matter what happens, do not forget who you are..." she said slowly and clearly. "I have no time to explain everything now... but just-"
Everything went dark. The plane's electrical system must have failed. all I could see was lightning outside. My mom hugged me one last time. "I love you..."
Then lightning managed to find our plane. A resounding explosion destroyed almost everything; people, velvet line chairs, the luggage... and the last things I remember was falling down, down, down into oblivion, and booming voice I couldn't recognize.
I opened my eyes after what seemed like eons. I don't know what I was seeing, but it might be an out of body experience, or just a dream. Yeah, maybe it was a dream. Well, I saw two men in a room filled with a lot of chairs arranged in a semi circle. The room looked like it was under renovation; a lot of scaffoldings here and there supported arches, columns and the ceiling. A large glass window granted you a spectacular night view of a bustling city. New York, maybe? The view was spoiled by the argument of the two men. They looked weird as a pair, honestly. They looked like men of authority, but then, dreams can be curious stuff. Well, one was wearing a surfer dude outfit complete with a 'kiss-the-fish-dude' shirt, surfer shorts and beach sandals. He had a decent tan and had several wrinkles at the sides of his eyes, like he had a habit of smiling a lot; a habit he did not put to use now he was arguing. The other guy was wearing a traditional Western suit. His blonde hair and electric blue eyes radiated pure energy, and he had a scary-looking bolt in his right hand. I couldn't hear completely what they were saying, but I did catch words like 'my child' and 'sky domain' among their sentences. They didn't make any sense to me.
They looked like ready to hit each other, but their argument was thankfully cut short by a girl a good few years older than me. She had regal face framed with blonde curls cascading down to her chest. Her stormy gray eyes was reading a scroll and she was about to speak when she caught sight of the two men. She was rooted to the spot, as expected.
The tanned dude nodded to the other man. "We shall continue discussing this at another time, brother."
Brother? They looked nothing alike. The man in the suit merely nodded gravely and regarded the girl.
"Pray continue with your work, Annabeth," he said in a calmer tone. He then stormed out of the room. The girl wisely stood away from the crackling bolt. Then to my eternal surprise, the other dude who looked like he had come from a fishing party, disappeared with a wave of his hand and leaving a few green wisps of vapour in the air.
The girl nodded meekly, clearly relishing that she was safe from the two intimidating men. Then she clapped a hand to her forehead.
"Percy has a sibling," she realized, her gray eyes wide.
A lot of questions sprang up in my head. Who were those two dudes? Why were they arguing of a child and the sky? Who was Percy and who was his sibling? Who is Annabeth and why does she have eyes like grandma?
But before I could wonder too much about them, something wrenched me back to the cold cruel world.
"You're doing well with those new cabins, by the way. I suppose this means I can claim all those other sons and daughters of mine and send you some siblings next summer."
~Poseidon, PJO: The Last Olympian
A.N.: He's going to send you a sibling sooner than you think⦠but what do you think?
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