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So I went into my story to see why I didn't get many views, and honestly-when I read it-I didn't blame you guys. So now I've edited and added much needed info, but there's probably a couple mistakes still though. Btw, a special thank you to Twin-books for the help! Luv you Twin, this chapter's for you!
So this is something that I came up with when I was bored and I decided, "Hey, why not?" So I wrote it.
Disclaimer: Rick Riordan owns PJO & HoO (basically the whole fandom), and a lot of the characters in this story. The plot and OCs are the only things-I'm afraid-I can take credit for. Otherwise I'm just another loyal fan.
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"Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans."-Allen Saunders
Chapter 1: The Things You Least Expect
If you're reading this then it's likely you don't know me. Be glad. You don't want to know me. You don't want to be a part of my gods awful life. With its monsters, death, gods, ghouls, death, life threatening experiences, and (again) death, this is something you don't want to be a part of. Trust me, you don't. I don't think I ever did. But I had no choice.
Everything was great, until the time had come for me to learn what I really was, and what was expected of me. Technically, I should have already started to learn by my twelfth birthday, so I was overdue by a year, but hey, who cares, at least that's one more year of freedom from my dangerous life. Besides, the only reason why this hadn't happened is because my parents wanted to keep me close. That, and I probably never seemed ready, but I don't think it would have changed a thing if I had learned by my twelfth birthday.
I'm a legacy. If you don't know what that means then let me explain it to you here, in five words: Doomed to a dangerous life. I'm being serious, in my point of view that is the definition of my life as a legacy. I'm the daughter of two very well-known and heroic demigods, and sadly, that's what makes my life so dangerous. If you don't know what a demigod is, well, odds are…you're never going to and I am so envious of you right now.
Being a legacy means living up to the ones who came before you (yeah right). In my case it means living up to my crazy, amazing, and lovable parents-whom of which I'll never look at the same way again. To survive as a legacy you have to understand the life of a demigod and accept it (which are two things I've already failed at). You have to watch your back every day of your life, never once knowing what horribly awful thing is right behind you, until it shows its face (or lack thereof).
Which brings me to the topic of monsters….gods, I hate -no despise is a better word- monsters! Remember the monster under the bed that you always thought was a hallucination from a scared child's mind. Yeah, I hate to tell you, but you weren't hallucinating. I hated just learning about monsters from my parents or my brother, so what in Hades' realm did I do to deserve a life running from them. All my life, the worst thing I had to fear were the stories my parents would tell me and those dumb little arachnids. Now the mother of all creepy eight-legged creatures, Arachne, herself isn't even the least of my problems.
My name's Alissa Jackson and for those of you reading, you better hope this is fiction.
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Ah, family outings…a time for experiencing the world outside of work and school, and living life to the fullest with those closest to you. (Yeah, nope…that's not going to happen. Oh sorry, spoilers….). My parents had always told me how much fun camp was (you know…besides knowing that you were basically there to train and be protected), so I was excited. To think, it was finally time for me to step up and follow in my parents and brother's footsteps. Plus, no school for the whole summer (unless you count monster and mythology classes, along with training). "How long will it be tell we get there?" I asked Dad, bouncing my leg up and down out of habit.
"Be patient, Ally." Dad replied, snickering. Dad had always been an easy one to read, so it didn't surprise me when I heard the mixed emotions behind his words. Excitement was something way beyond expected, worry was something I'd never put past him, but guilt was something altogether scary. I wish I'd known then what I know now, because then I probably would have connected the dots a lot sooner.
"Oh ha. Ha." I replied, my voice leaking sarcasm. "Impatience isn't something I asked to inherit, you know?" Dad laughed, which I honestly loved hearing, making him and Mom happy had always been one of my greatest goals. Every once in a while I see either of them stare of into space with a sad or horrified look on their faces and I was determined to stop that.
"So when are we going to see Mom?" Peter-my brother-asked from beside me. Peter was fifteen years old with jet black hair that had a life of its own, and a fierce grey storm accumulating in his irises. Every aspect of his posture and body screamed, I'm smart, don't mess with me! To the world and I admired him for that, and more.
"When we get there." Dad replied, obviously enjoying our annoyance. I was tempted to pout, but I held it in, I didn't want to be known as the girl who'd never grown up. Plus, I knew dad would probably enjoy that too.
"And when's that?" Peter asked, gripping the back of the passenger seat. I smiled at him, and Dad couldn't hold back his snicker.
"You two…" he complained. You didn't have to be a genius to know he was rolling his eyes.
For the next twenty minutes or so (probably less), all I thought about was the day my parents first told me they were demigods. I was seven years old and playing with my nine-year-old show-off of a brother. He had always been a developing genius from a very young age, he'd build things, draw things, and write things that the average nine-year-old mind couldn't comprehend. I was so jealous of him. Now I realize it was probably a result of being a stronger legacy of Athena, but I used to think that he got the best of both our parents' minds. Sometimes I still do.
Anyway, Peter and I were building a skyscraper out of Legos and when he told me what it was I imagined a big cheese grater ripping the clouds to shreds, because that's honestly what the name struck me as. I mean I'd seen both skyscrapers and cheese graters before, but my seven-year-old mind loved to wander. Probably got it from Dad.
When I tried to place the final block on top I was disappointed to find that I was just a tad bit too short (I seem to be that way with everything), Well that's annoying… Then, big hands grabbed my tiny waist and lifted me up ever so slightly so I could place it where it needed to go. I planted it firmly and turned to smile at my dad. "Thank you, daddy!" I remember saying.
"No problem, Waterbug." Dad replied. Dad calls me Waterbug obviously because I was a strong legacy of Poseidon, but also because I was so tiny. Even as a seven-year-old I could always read my father's emotions, even if I sometimes didn't understand them, so I knew that my dad was both nervous and sad. I know now he didn't want to tell me what he was. I know now that he didn't want to expose his little girl to such a horrible life. Dad set me down.
"Peter." My mom said, firm but soft. "Could you-"
Peter started gathering up the rest of the Legos. "I'm going mommy." He told her. "Don't worry." Now being the nervous and sibling-attached little girl I was, I grabbed his shirt sleeve. He looked into my eyes and I didn't have to say anything for him to understand, Please don't go. Peter sat down right next to me. Mom sighed and smiled at us before dad started the explanation.
"Alright Ally," Dad had said. "What were about to tell you, you may not understand, but we know you're a big girl and are ready to handle it…" he sighed sadly, trying to figure out a way to start. "So here it goes…" That's when they spilled the beans and I never thought it could possibly get any more confusing, until I went to Camp Half-Blood for the first time.
Suddenly the car rocked hard and my stomach jumped up into my throat, jarring me out of my thoughts. "What the Hades?" I said, pressing my back against the seat tightly. Up in the front, I could hear Dad curse things in Latin that I knew to never repeat in English and I turned to see Peter was looking through the back window.
"Uh…dad?" he said, in a way that made me shiver. "You might want to speed up…" It only took me two seconds to snap my head around to look out the back window and man, I suddenly wished I sat in the front. There was a cyclops wielding a huge celestial bronze ax outside the car. As I looked down I noticed that there was a giant gash in the roof of the trunk that made me feel sorry for all of our baggage.
"Holy Hera!" I cried. "That is one giant ax!" I couldn't help it. It was the first thing that came to my mind. I couldn't explain why this evil cyclops was running so fast when he had more muscles then the Hulk and that giant ax to way him down, but monsters never made any sense to begin with, so let's just say…I didn't think about it too long. "What does he want?"
"Who cares?!" Dad said, slamming the accelerator to the floor. Then we were probably going a hundred miles an hour with an ax wielding maniac at our rear bumper and I suddenly was reminded of every horror movie commercial I'd ever seen and all the monster stories my parents told me. Strangely this also reminded me of all the times Dad tried to avoid Uncle Tyson's bear hugs.
"Is this what your life was like?" I yelled over the sound of our tires ripping across the road. I could see my dad's determined smile in the review mirror when we bounced over a bump.
"Worse!" he yelled back. I was tempted to dive out the side of the car, but if the fall at this speed didn't kill me I knew the Hulk impersonator with the ax would. I decided against it. Finally I could see in the distance a hill with a tall pine tree at the peak-Aunt Thalia's tree-and I knew if we could get there we'd be home free. I leaned forward in my seat as if that would help us gain speed. It didn't.
Out of nowhere a blade sliced into the car right between Peter and I, and my heart ricocheted in my chest. "HADES REALM!" I cursed at the top of my lungs. Peter cried out in pain and I saw that the ax had nicked him. Then, to top off all the horrible things that had happened so far, our car shot up in the air and was only driving on two wheels for a sec. That wasn't the bad thing though, because when I sought the reason as to why, I found that Mega Muscles had jumped on our now barely recognizable back hood. "DAD!" Peter and I screamed in horror.
"Di immortals!" Dad cursed, trying his hardest to push on the accelerator some more. It didn't matter though, the weight of the cyclops pushed the tires to they're limits, acting as a breaking mechanism. My eyes were at their widest when the cyclops ripped the axe from where it rested and raised it to where it would have sliced off our heads.
"OH MY GODS!" I cried, yanking the seatbelt away and diving into the front. It didn't take Peter long to join me (There's a lesson here kids: do not try this at home, not even if you're a demigod). The blade ripped through the roof of the back seat of the car and my ears screamed in utter agony. The car skidded to a halt just a couple yards in front of Half-Blood Hill and Dad's head hit the wheel, earning him a bloody nose. That didn't stop him from uncapping his pen/sword (Riptide) and throwing open the driver's door, though. Peter and I launched out of the passenger door and tumbled onto the unforgiving ground.
The Incredible Hulk impersonator swung the ax where we previously had been, leaving the car an undriveable hunk of metal just asking to be put out of its misery. "ZEUS'S BEARD!" Peter cried. "You'd never know it was a car!" Dad stabbed the beast with his sword and started running toward the hill as the cyclops attempted to free his weapon.
"TO TARTARUS WITH THE CAR!" Dad cried, gesturing for us to move forward. "RUN!" I didn't need any encouragement. I turned towards Half-Blood Hill and sprinted to my limits.
"What the Hades does he want?!" Peter yelled, anger roaring in his voice.
"Gods, I don't care!" Dad replied. "All I know is he shows amazing courage, being this close to so many demigods!" The clang of the ax when it was finally pulled from the remains of the car rang through my ears and sent my heart into a sprint along with my legs. I did not turn around to see how close he was, I only tried to run faster.
"Where the Hades are they?!" I screamed. Dad looked around and when he saw no one in sight, the determined look on his face only grew. "With all this noise, surely at least Chiron must have heard!" I'd never seen Dad make a decision so fast in his life, he turned on his heel and swiped Riptide into defense mode. Peter and I stopped a few seconds after him.
"Keep running!" Dad demanded, standing strong. This was one of those moments where I was incredibly proud to be his daughter.
"No way!" Peter yelled, pulling out his pocket-sword thing (I'll explain later). I didn't spare a moment to unsheathe my dagger from my belt.
"Yeah!" I agreed, stepping up to face the beast with dad. Peter and I nodded to each other, sure this was what we both wanted. With that, Peter and I took a stand next to our father, and could see the grin on his face out of the corner of my eye.
"Why'd you have to inherit my stubbornness?" Dad asked. The beast charged at us beyond average speed and what probably took like three seconds for him to get to us, felt like three minutes when my eyes decided to go all slow-motion on me. Mega Muscles swung his axe at our feet and I nearly fell flat on my face when trying to avoid it.
Dad took the back and Peter and I took the front. With the maniac swinging his blade at our faces every twenty seconds, never had I felt so happy to be short in my entire life. Suddenly he swung downward at my arm and in my attempt to avoid it, he grazed my foot. Well, there goes that shoe…I thought, stabbing into his hand as revenge. The beast cried out in surprise and my Dad gave a good slash to his back.
Mega Muscles threw his blade up in fury and just when I thought he was going to put an end to my brother and I for good, just about twenty arrows sprouted out of his chest. The beast stumbled back in surprise, losing his composure and I took that moment to look back. To my gleeful surprise a group of thirty or more demigods and legacies came running down the hill wielding mean looking weapons.
That's when the super tough, anger enforced leader looked to my dad and yelled. "You're not dying today, Prissy!" I could see the fiery daughter of Ares, Clarisse herself when she burst through the crowd and threw her spear with deadly accuracy at the beast, causing him to fall to his knees. It was then that she grinned maliciously at my Dad and added, "Whether you like it or not."
Well that's it for your entertainment guys, hope you enjoyed. Plz express your enjoyment in a reviews, constructive criticism is always appreciated, but flames will not be accepted. Thank you so much for reading guys. JSYK, I wrote this when I was tired so sorry for all the horrible mistakes. I hope I've fixed most of them now though.
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