AN: Hey guys, I'm back with another story. It's going to be in the same POV as The Dark Protector, since that's way I find it most easy to write. Terra Lacrimae tells the story of a child of Gaea, who fought for the Titans during the second Titanomachy. We know what happened to Percy during this war and the demigods of Camp Half-Blood who died, but what about the other side? They lost friends, loved ones and other people dear to them as well.
Disclaimer: I'm not Rick Riordan and the only thing I own is my OC.

Prologue: The Child's Rise.

28 July 2009
A young girl, of about 18, is dragged into a room, which houses nothing more than a chair and chains, by a man that looks like he could be a biker. The aura of anger and violence that emanates from the man however, suggests he is something other than human. If the blood and grime was cleaned from her face the girl would be fairly attractive. Her hair, almost unrecognisable under the filth, is a deep chestnut brown and if she wasn't unconscious, one would notice her unique eyes. The left eye a stony grey, the right a forest green. The man kicks the chair away and secures the girl to the chains. With her hands and feet bound she has almost no mobility. As soon as she touches the stone wall, deep SNAPS are heard coming from her legs, as if they were being healed from being broken. Her eyelids flutter as she comes to. She tries to move her arms or legs, but gives up as soon as she notices she is bound.
'What the…', she mutters as she tries to get a look at her surroundings.
She freezes as she lays eyes on the man who brought her here.
'Ares', she snarls.
The god of war smirks.
'Hello to you too, brat.'
'How?', the girl spits.
'You got careless and I made use of that.', he shrugs, that infuriating smirk still on his face.
The girl opens her mouth to say something, but abruptly closes it, when a woman walks into the room. She has luscious blonde hair, stormy grey eyes and a scowl on her face.
'Athena', the girl says, a bit more respect in her voice.
'Rockspawn', she returns the greeting.
'Already pulling out the insults?', the girl smirks, 'You'd think the goddess of wisdom would have some more maturity.'
Athena rolls her eyes.
'Well then, Daphne, I'm sure you know why you're here?', she asks, putting emphasis on my name in a are-you-happy-now? way.
The girl now identified as Daphne just smiles sweetly.
'I don't think I do'
Ares clearly has enough and punches her in the stomach.
'Don't play dumb with us, you know what we're talking about', he snarls.
The girl coughs as she tries to breathe as much as possible.
'How can I play dumb when the dumbest guy in the world is in the room?', she wheezes.
Athena tries not to laugh, but a snicker still escapes.
'LITTLE BITCH!', Ares roars as he repeatedly punches her.
After several punches Ares gives up and the wounds he inflicted begin closing. The only thing remaining is the blood that was spilt.
Daphne chuckles, 'Touchy, touchy.'
Athena glares at Ares, 'We need her alive you idiot.'
'Alive, not whole.', the god of war snickers darkly, as he's reaching for his sword.
'Touch that blade and I'll make you pay myself.', Athena says softly, making it seem much more threatening.
'Fine, Owlhead.', Ares answers reluctantly.
The goddess then turns her attention to the smiling girl on the wall.
'You're going to tell us everything.', Athena states in a no-nonsense voice.
'And if I don't?', Daphne challenges her smirking.
'Well,' she says with a grimace,' I'll let my brother here educate you on the meaning of true pain.'
The teenager furrows her brow in confusion and then she gets what the goddess is saying.
'You wouldn't.', she cries in indignation and if one listened closely an undertone of fear.
'If I have to break you for that information, then I will break you', Athena says flatly.
'Then you'll have to break me', the girl answers stubbornly.
Athena nods at Ares and then leaves the room.
Daphne's screams could be heard throughout Olympus and not many slept easy that day.

The next day, Athena returns and finds the girl so heavily injured that she couldn't heal herself.
'Will you tell us now?', the goddess inquires.
Daphne weakly nods, 'What do you want to know?'
'Start from the beginning', Athena says, 'And work your way up to now.'
'Very well.', the injured teenager says faintly.

I lived alone with my dad. My mom left my dad after she gave birth to me, but I knew he still loved her. When I asked about her, he got a faraway gaze and told me she was a kind woman with a regal air. When they first met, he was excavating a newly discovered Mayan temple in South-America. You see, my dad was an archaeologist with a specialty in the Mayan and Aztec culture. She was a final addition to his research team, under the name of Terra Blackstone. They talked hours into the night and formed a close relationship. After the trip was over, she moved in with him. He lived in San Francisco at the time and they were a happy couple for a year. And then she got pregnant with me. After I was born, she told him that she had to leave him. She wasn't allowed to stay and she had to return to where she came from.

After she had left, my dad took a high-paying teaching job at Yale University as a History professor. We moved to the campus and he raised me as best as he could. I became largely independent by the time I was 5. He wasn't a bad dad, not at all, he just had a lot on his plate. He had to work, pay the bills and raise a child all on his own. He was always weary when he came home and after making dinner for us two, he graded his papers and went to bed. When I had to go to school, he made sure he could drop me off and pick me back up again.

I wasn't a very energetic child, preferring silence and activities that I could do on my own. And I was most happy, if I was on the ground. I had severe issues with height and deep bodies of water. It's one of the reasons, I never went swimming or flying. That doesn't mean I was unconfident though, if some bullies tried to intimidate me, I gave them my meanest glare and they mostly backed off. If looks could kill, I'd be a mass-murderer. For the ones who were brave or stupid enough to use physical force, well, they'd be crying because I punched them. My dad made sure I could defend myself by teaching me some boxing. It also helped a bit that I had ADHD and could see the moves they made. The bad side of this was that I couldn't sit still and had bad grades, because on top of that wonderful gift, I also had Dyslexia. See the sarcasm? I was known as a troubled child, with just enough control to not get kicked out of my school. Every time I got home with a bad report card though, I felt guilty. When my dad looked at the card and then looked at me with that look in his eyes, he could always make me feel so small.
He'd take me into his arms and say: "Your destined for great things, my little gem."
I always scoffed at that. I mean what would a weird kid like me ever achieve? And then he told me the truth on my twelfth birthday.

15 March 2004
That day was my birthday. I'd be turning 12. I was toying with a rock in my hands, when my dad came in.
'Hello, Daphne.', he said, with his usual kind smile, 'Happy birthday.'
'Thanks dad.', I said, grinning brightly.
He had a small package in his hand, wrapped in gift paper, which he gave to me
I opened it and I was surprised at what was inside. It was a necklace, with on it a pendant in the form of the Earth. I fastened it around my neck and held the pendant in my hand. It came loose and for a second I thought the cord had broken, but then the pendant started expanding until I was holding a double sided sword. Two bronze blades fused together with the handle between them. It was as tall as me and it felt balanced in my hands. There was an inscription on one of the blades: πετρωμάτων.
For some reason, I could read the Ancient-Greek perfectly. The inscription translated to Rockslide.
'What the…?', I said, my eyes wide.
'It's a gift from your mother, to be given to you when you reached the age of 12.', dad said wistfully.
'What kind of mother would give her child a sword?', I asked flabbergasted.
'The mother of the Titans.', he answered smiling.
'As in Gaia?', I asked astounded and he nodded, 'But she's a myth. She doesn't exist.'
'Doesn't she?', he asked amused, 'Then on what location are we?'
'41°18'36" North and 72°55'25" West', I spoke absently and gawked when I realized what I had said.
'You have perfect bearings, as long as you are on land.', he explained, 'Before she had to leave, she explained a few things that you would be capable off.'
'What else?', I asked curiously, while at the same time a bit freaked out.
'Your ADHD is actually your battle reflexes, they'll keep you alive in a fight, as you've already noticed.', he said mock-strictly but there was humour in his gentle eyes. I blushed, being reminded of the fights I had gotten into with other kids.
'My Dyslexia?', I asked.
'Your brain is hard-wired for Ancient-Greek.', he answered.
I nodded in understanding, it explained my troubles with reading English whilst I could read Ancient-Greek perfectly.
'Since my mom's Gaia, could I..', I started.
'Control the earth?', he finished and I nodded. 'Yes, you can.'
'Why did she leave?', I asked a bit angrily. If it was true that Gaia was my mother, why didn't she make contact? She was a Primordial, a being more ancient than the gods of Olympus. Why couldn't she pop in or something?
My dad's eyes became sad.
'If your mother had stayed with us, it would've drawn the attention of Zeus.'
'King of the gods?', I asked, dazed by the amount of information my brain had to process, 'They're real too?'
'Most of Greek mythology is real, little gem, ', he said, 'the seat of the Olympic council is on top of the Empire State Building, for example and I know the Underworld is somewhere in L.A.'
'And why would it be bad that Zeus knew I existed?', I asked apprehensively.
His face turned grim, 'He'd destroy us both, for consorting with Gaia.'
I looked at the sword in my hands and felt anger at the gods of Olympus. They were the reason, why my mom left and my dad had to raise me alone.
'Do you know where she is?', I asked.
He shook his head, 'She didn't tell me, all she told me was to get out of San Francisco because it was heavily monitored by the gods.'
'Can I turn the sword back?', I asked after a few minutes of silence.
He nodded, 'Just hold the handle against the cord.'
I did as he said and the blade turned back to the pendant.
'If you lose it, it'll appear back on your necklace after a few minutes.', he added.
'Cool.', I answered, a bit glum.
'Now for my present.', he said, smiling brightly again.
He held out another package, which put a small smile back on my face. I opened it and inside were some CD's of my favourite bands. Metallica, ACDC and Sabbaton. You wouldn't say it about my dad, but he was a huge fan of Metal and Rock music. He was the one who had introduced me to this kind of music and every year we'd go to one concert. It was a father-daughter day, in which everything was put aside and we'd just spend time together.
I hugged him tightly, 'Thanks dad.'
'No problem, Daphne.', he said quietly, 'Now go to your room, while I make us your favourite dish?'
At his last sentence, I was practically drooling. I quickly made my way to my room and to the rack that held my CD-collection. I put in the CD's my dad gave me and was about to return to the kitchen, when I heard the breaking of glass. And then an unearthly hiss.
'Where is the child?', I heard someone or rather something say.
'I don't know what you're talking about', I heard my father say, with an undertone of fear in his voice.
I snuck to the kitchen and looked inside. I was frozen in shock as I saw what was happening.
My father had pressed himself against the counter that was opposite of where I was standing. With its back to me was what looked like an old woman with bat wings and a whip of fire. If I didn't know any better, I would've called her a Fury. But then I realised that Greek mythology was real and that the creature was indeed a Fury, one of Hades' torturers.
'Tell me where the Earthchild is.', the Fury hissed threateningly
'I don't know what you're talking about.', my dad protested, looking scared, but with a certain fire in his eyes. It was a look, that I would later recognise as someone who was willing to die for what they cared for.
He looked over the monster's shoulders and his eyes found mine. The message in his was very clear: 'Run'
He then tackled the Fury, distracting it long enough for me to duck out the front door of our apartment. I fled down the hall, while the scream I heard told me I'd lost my father. My blood was pumping and the adrenalin was coursing through my body. I wanted to break down and grieve for my father, but it had to wait until I was safe. I sprinted towards the stairwell and made my way down as fast as I could. I exited the building and looked around. I started running again as I heard the Fury behind me.
'STAND STILL.', the monster shrieked.
'Really?', I thought drily, as I kept running and crossed a street.
'YOU CANNOT ESCAPE, DAUGHTER OF GAIA.', I heard it scream and it sounded closer than the last time. I chanced a glance over my shoulder and I could see that the Fury was closing the distance. It had wings, which was so not fair. I ducked down an alley and grabbed my pendant. It shifted into Rockslide and I held one of the blades forward, while the other one pointed behind me. As the Fury entered the alley it had to land, since it was too narrow for it to spread its wings.
'You shall die today, child.', it hissed and it's eyes were filled with gleeful malice.
And then it charged me. It seemed as if the world slowed down as I watched the monster come closer. I could see the Fury's muscles contracting and relaxing as she ran towards me. As she neared me I saw her right arm come up, no doubt to slash me with her claws and I reacted. I swung my sword horizontally and the monster laughed since she thought she could now easily slice me to pieces. What I did though she didn't expect. I turned with the momentum and the blade that was originally behind me cut the monster in two pieces.
HISSSSSSSSSSS
The Fury dissolved into a pile of sand, which got blown away by the wind. I then sat down, leaning against one of the walls and began to cry. The scream of my father kept repeating itself in my mind and it drew horrific images of what could've happened to him. As I sat crying, I didn't notice someone entering the alley. I jumped as I felt a hand on my shoulder and the tip of my sword was pointed at the person's neck. She immediately let go and took a step back, while raising her hands in surrender.
I took the time to study her. She seemed like my age and I think she was a bit taller than me. She had platinum blonde hair and royal blue eyes. She was the kind of girl you'd expect to be able to charm her way out of everything.
'Who're you?', I asked, my voice a bit scratchy from crying.
'Are you Daphne Montclair?', she asked whilst ignoring my own question.
I nodded and asked again who she was.
'Ariana Tennyson,' she answered, whilst helping me up, 'But most people call me Riana.'
'How did you know my name?', I asked apprehensively.
'I'm a half-blood too.', she replied, 'My mother is Mnemosyne, the Titaness of memory.'
'I'm…'
'A daughter of Gaia, we know.', she interrupted me. 'I'm here to take you to somewhere safe.'
'Where?', I asked as I turned my sword back to its pendant-form.
'Camp Titania, it's the only safe place for demi-Titans. There aren't a lot of us, in fact there's at the moment only two of us.', she explained.
'Who's the other one?', I asked curiously as I followed her out of the alley and down the street.
'His name is Peter and he's a son of Hyperion.'
'How come there aren't a lot of you?', I asked.
'Because we're almost always killed before we reach the camp and the Titans can't sire that many children already since most of them are imprisoned.'
'How will we get there?', I asked after a few moments.
'The camp's in Hartford. So we can take a taxi.', Riana answered.
'You've got that kind of money on you?', I asked with a raised eyebrow.
The daughter of Mnemosyne nodded grinning and produced a big roll of bills from her pocket.
'Damn.', I breathed.
'My mom gave it to me to get you.', she said smiling.
'Do you know where mine is?', I asked quietly.
Her smile vanished as she answered, 'She's in a deep sleep and probably won't wake up for a few years until the time the war starts.'
'What war?', I asked confused.
Riana's smile returned, but this time it was more sinister.
'The Second Titanomachy.'

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