Guys, first off, this is Beca Mitchell & The Lightning Thief but rewritten, I wasn't happy with the way I had written that story so now I'm doing it again and have changed the name. The original version is still posted if you wanna check it out, but this is new version which I am currently writing.
Here is chapter one of Poseidon's Daughter.
Poseidon's Daughter
Chapter 1
The God of the Sea, more universally known as Poseidon is the brother of Hades, the God of the Underworld and the almighty leader of the three: Zeus, the God of the Sky. Combined, the brothers are known as 'The Big Three'. They are the most powerful Gods in all of Olympus. The big three had done the unthinkable by defeating their father, Kronos. After the overpowering of their father, they had been granted gifts. Zeus received power over the Sky, Poseidon with the Sea and Hades was granted with control over the Underworld.
The mighty of the three retains control over the sky and the weather, whilst his brother Poseidon can manipulate water into any shape or form. His other sibling had gone down a different route by summoning the undead, controlling shadows and using earth-related disasters to cause devastation upon many at any given time.
Zeus, Poseidon and Hades are known as the big three but they do not stand alone in the world of 'Greek Mythology'. The world is overtaken by both Gods and Goddesses. Sometimes these Gods come to earth and have children with humans.
Half-bloods.
A half-blood - also known as 'Demi-god' - is the child of a mortal and an Olympian. Half-bloods are scattered in countries across the world, some like to stay under the radar and play it safe while others go to Camp Half-Blood. A camp for those who are half mortal, half God. Unfortunately for these demi-gods they do not get the chance to spend time with their immortal parent, only their human one.
This was the case for Beca Mitchell.
Beca Mitchell wasn't like most people. While other seventeen year olds would go out with friends, get drunk and party, Beca would go to the beach and listen to music while watching the sea as the waves bounced off each other. The sea had always brought a sense of calmness over her. The bright of the blue would bring her inspiration, the way the sunset would radiate from the sky onto the water brought her peace. Everyone has a connection with something right? Well, Beca Mitchell's was with music and water.
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Beep. Beep. Beep….
The brunette groaned as she opened her eyes, only to see the neon green numbers that told her it was five-thirty in the morning. It was a Wednesday which meant she was halfway through this dreadful week of school. Ugh, school. She would always wake up at the ungodly hours of the morning just to have a quick dip at the beach as it was just beside her school, Barden High.
Turning the alarm off, Beca rolled off her bed which proved to be a bad mistake as she ungracefully hit the ground with a loud thump. She got herself up off the floor and after a large yawn, made her way into the bathroom in a zombie-like fashion, to brush her teeth.
After successfully making it to the kitchen without tripping, which didn't happen at least twice that week, Beca winced at the weird taste of mint and coffee as she took a large gulp of the steaming hot substance. The brunette took a seat on the couch and continued to sip her beverage while looking through her phone. Clicking onto her emails, Beca saw that she had earned a few more subscribers to her YouTube Channel: DJ Mitch. Beca had been creating mixes since she was fourteen and had created the channel back when she was fifteen. The channel now had gotten quite the fan base throughout the years, standing with 70,000+ subscribers. She would be lying if she said she wasn't proud with what she has accomplished, but she really was. Don't get her wrong, Beca loves her followers and even interacts with them via Twitter but she didn't just create the channel to get somewhat known, DJ Mitch was created for Beca to share her love and passion for music through mixing and in return she earned some fans. Which was good too.
Popular or not on the web, Beca was not social in real life. She was the introvert girl that always took the back seat in class and never spoke to anyone. She never saw the point of conversing with her classmates. Beca thought it wasn't worth the bother of having friends only to realize that they would just move on once high school was over, whether it be graduation, jobs or life in general, she didn't care. The young DJ had more important things to worry about, like why her father had left her. Beca had asked her mother countless times about where her father had gone but all she got was the same old "It was too much for him". Beca Mitchell was not stupid, yeah she has dyslexia and ADHD but she knows that line from her mother was, pardon the language, absolute bullshit. Her father did not leave because it was 'too much', Beca is sure of this. There is something she isn't being told.
Shaking her head from the thoughts, Beca quickly downed the rest of her coffee and went to back to her room. Walking over to her wardrobe, she put on a pair of shorts and a tank top. It was fairly warm for it being April. She made sure to bring a change of clothes for school and a towel in her gym bag. Checking the time, she saw it was now six. Good. I have nearly two hours until school. One note in her scrawny left handwriting was scribbled and stuck up somewhere where her Mom could see it, telling that she was away.
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While Beca was walking to the beach, she felt eyes on her. Taking a glance behind her she saw someone quickly move into the alleyway that she had passed. She had got glance at something that was metal that they had been carrying. Crutches maybe? Shrugging her shoulders, she continued on into the beach. From just seeing the water made Beca forget about everything.
Just like every other morning, Beca was now deep under the sea. Not swimming, but just… sitting there. It was peaceful. Watching the fish pass as they lived their lives. As she would close her eyes, Beca would wonder why she felt this connection with water. Water could connect to her in the way that music did. Did anyone else feel this connection? Was it just her? Why could she hold her breath for so long under water? Was she a freak? Maybe a mutant from the X-Men series? Ugh, so many unanswered questions. Opening her eyes, Beca looked around at the sea life and all worries of unanswered questions went out the window as she began to swim around. She would stare at the many different types of sea creatures and study them.
When she realized that she did in fact have school that day, she made her way out of the water and to the communal showers that were nearby. She quickly showered and got changed into her usual get up that consisted of a flannel, some tight jeans, black boots and her trademark eyeliner. She made her way out of the showers and saw that it was seven-forty-five. Since school started at eight-thirty, Beca decided that she would go in early and wait in the school library until the bell went for registration.
While making her way there, she felt as if she was being watched and just like before she shrugged it off as being nothing and put her headphones around her head and blasted her music.
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Beca hadn't been paying attention to anything being said in class – it was biology - until she heard the door be opened. Looking up, she saw a boy come walking in. He had lightly messed dark hair and was sporting a goofy look. What caught Beca's attention was what he was holding under both arms. Crutches. A flashback of being followed came back the young DJ from that morning. It couldn't be. Mr. Johnston's voice broke her out of thought.
"Class, this our new student, Jesse Swanson." He said while gesturing to the boy standing to his left who had been standing with a charming smile. "Why don't you tell us a little about yourself, son."
"Sure. Hey everyone, I'm Jesse and I recently moved here to Barden. I'm from New York and look forward to going to school here. As you see," Jesse pointed to his leg that was covered in a cast. "I broke my leg while trying to reenact an action scene from a movie." Hearing laughter, his charming smile physically got larger. "Yeah, laugh all you want but I'm paying the price for being no Tom Cruise."
"Thank you Jesse for that introduction. Why don't you take a seat?"
"No problem sir." Beca saw him looking around for a seat, she cursed herself for being socially awkward and for sitting alone at two-seater desk which Jesse now took accompanying to.
"Hey, I'm Jesse," He greeted. Beca inwardly rolled her eyes and casted him a small smile. "Nice to meet you." He continued. "Beca, right?" Snapping her head to him, Beca raised her eyebrows. Seeing this, Jesse pointed to the book that was sitting in front of the small brunette. "It says your name."
Beca rolled her eyes at her own stupid-ness. "Oh right, thought you were some kind of stalker." She awkwardly chuckled and turned back to watch the teacher write on the board.
"So what's your deal?" Ugh. He's a talker. Not wanting to seem rude, she turned her attention to him. "You one of those girls who's all dark and mysterious until she takes off her glasses and that amazingly scary ear spike and you realize that she was beautiful the whole time?"
"I don't wear glasses."
"Then you're half-way there." He said with that dashing smile. They turned back to the class and began to take notes - though it was quite annoying for Beca - on the female menstrual cycle. "I am loving this." Jesse spoke up. Again.
"You're a weirdo." Beca deadpanned.
"Yes I am. And so are you. It's a good thing we're going to be best friends and or lovers." The brown-eyed boy said with a smirk as he saw the look on the girl's face.
Beca scrunched up her face. "Please don't say lovers."
"You know Becs," She squinted her eyes at him. "I wouldn't pass this up. Once I'm in deep with the work and exams of Barden High, I probably won't have time for you."
"You know, I didn't think you could find a way to be less attractive to me, but congrats, you just did." Beca believes that she would find him somewhat attractive if she didn't bate for the other team if you know what I mean. Best friends then?
"Ha! You're terrific. Just wait. You'll go all squidy and drape yourself all over me." Highly doubt it, dude. "It'll be fun. You'll see." Ah! There's that charming smile again, only this time there was a type of goofiness added to it.
"Beca, Jesse, could you please quiet down?" Mr. Johnston's voice rung out.
Jesse went back to his notes and Beca looked at him. She chuckled to herself. Who is this guy?
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After the day of school of being followed around by the new boy, Jesse. Seriously, he was like a lost puppy! Beca had made it home. "Hey, Mom." She greeted as she set her gym bag on the ground. An older brunette turned away from the stove from where she was standing to greet her daughter. "Hi Bec, how was school?"
"The ususal. I'm just gonna go lay down for a bit." Beca told her Mom and while she was walking to her room she bumped into someone. He reeked of alcohol and cigarette smoke. "Gabe." Beca said with disgust.
"Watch where you're walking kid," the man with the scruffy beard and greying hair spat at the teen. He turned to Beca's mother, "Get me a beer, Sally."
Throwing herself down onto her bed, she sighed and looked through her phone. She rolled her eyes as she saw Jesse's name in the contacts – not that she had many – he had forced her to get his number. All day he had been shamelessly flirting with her until she set him straight. Ha! Straight. That's what he thought she was. When he realized that she was in fact not in any way straight. He toned down the flirting and instead declared them lesbros. Yes, lesbros. She shook her head at his dorkiness. Beca had to admit, he was kind of funny. They shared the same type of music taste, Beca had found out that Jesse was a huge movie nerd. She remembered his shocked expression when she had told him that she would rather go 'visit a gynecologist' than watch a movie.
Closing her eyes, Beca let the darkness take over her and she was thrown into the world of dreams.
I know that many wanted a sequel to Beca Mitchell & The Lightning Thief and we will get there, but I just wasn't happy with the way I wrote that story so I deeply apologise for basically now rewriting it. So that's what this story is. If you have read the original, then you can probably tell the difference between this and it.
If you enjoyed this chapter, let me know! And maybe, I'll consider changing this version of the story up from the original I wrote. Sorry for any mistakes.