Chapter 1
It was the morning of a spring day. Dappled sunlight shone through the window of Serena's house. The young girl was asleep in her bed located next to the window. A pillow was on top of her raven black hair, hiding her face. There were a few pieces of her hair that was a mix of electric blue and neon green. The chestnut nightstand was to the left of the bed. Resting atop the nightstand was a clock. It showed 7:59 am. One minute away from 8:00 am. When the clock turns to 8:00 her alarm clock will go off.
Just a few more seconds, "BEEP! BEEP! BE-," A hand shot out from under the black and white covers. A rush of heat erupted from the palm of the hand, quickly followed by a ball of kindling fire. The ball of flames zoomed toward the alarm clock, hitting it, and causing the clock to burst into pieces.
Right after the explosion Serena shot upward, her back straight, and the pillow falling from her face onto her lap. Her black hair was tangled in knots, all over her head. Moving a few strands of hair from her face with the other hand, not the one she shot the fireball with. As her eyes seemed to take everything in she could feel her throat tighten. Horrified at what she had cause she quickly got out of bed, trying to get to the mess she had made, clean it up, before her dad came in, but to late.
The white door to her bedroom opened up, sweeping through the doorway came a tall, but skinny man. The man had brown hair and green eyes. His frame was scrawny. He was wearing a gray tee shirt and long red and black plaid pajama pants. "What's all this racket?" He demanded, not close enough to see the whole mess.
Losing her words Serena got to her hand and knees, picking up the broken pieces of the clock, gathering the pieces in her right hand, while the left one worked furiously to pick them up. "I- I don't know." She said, her voice coming out croaky and disappointed in herself. "I'm sorry. I know you've told me before that I half to keep my powers under control, but I just don't know how to." She paused before glancing up at her father. "Daddy. You've talked about that place where demigods, such as myself, can go to harness their powers and learn how to use them. Why can't you just understand that I need to go?" Serena asked her father, her eyes slightly fearful fore she knew how mad he gets when she asks him about that place. Turning her head away she continued to pick up the clock.
Her father sighed and went down to help her pick up her mess. "Serena. You don't know the dangers that you would face out there alone. You've already encountered the Ophiotaurus. I just don't want to lose you, Serena. You're the only thing that I have left." Serena's father's voice cracked, his eyes starting to tear up. Trying his best not to cry he picked up the rest of the clock, getting up and walking to the trashcan to deposit the pieces. The trashcan was close to her chestnut desk at the other side of the room.
"But Dad! By you keeping me here I will only be in more danger. Not by monsters, but of myself! You can't keep hiding me from them. You're not a god, you're not immortal." Her voice had gone down to a whisper now, though her blue flecked with green and brown eyes were slowing turning from their natural color into more of a green. Anger started to boil down deep in her stomach. Her fists started to clench tighter and tighter.
Her father turned, the vein on the side of his head bulging," I gave you my answer already! Now stop!" He nearly shouted. Walking out of the room he closed the door behind him.
"This isn't over Dad. Just because you are my father and I'm supposed to obey you doesn't mean that I will be perfect all the time like you wish." Serena thought silently. After throwing away the remaining clock pieces in her hands to began to organize her escape plan.
