HI! This escape is based off of Tessa's in "The Clockwork Angel" which I don't own. I also don't ocn Percy Jackson or Heroes of Olympus.
A girl with tangled brown hair falling to her waist wandered aimlessly around the large fenced-in yard. Her large green eyes shifted nervously back and forth, as if she was afraid that she was being watched. She chewed her bottom lip nervously as she settled with her back against the wall. She ran her hand along the wall beside her, searching for a groove in the smooth exterior. Her fingers reached their destination, and she pressed down. A section of the wall folded away, and she ducked through, hoping no one would notice her sudden movement. She wasn't so lucky.
"Hey you!"
She inhaled sharply, shifting from walk to run, thoughts of freedom filling her with determination.
"Get back here!"
She forced herself to run even faster, her surroundings turning into a blur. A hand caught her hood, preventing her from moving further. She reached up, trying to unzip her jacket, but a hand caught her own. She pulled hard against whoever was holding her, but it didn't seem to faze them.
"Let me go," she demanded.
"No such luck."
She was lifted into the air by her hood, and dragged back in to face the leader. He was tall and muscular, with a military uniform. He had black hair and red eyes.
"Why would you ever try to leave us? Don't we take good care of you?"
"I need to find my home," she spat, twisting in air, trying to get the guard to release her hood.
"Oh Elizabeth," he shook his head sadly. "This is your home."
"No, it's not. And I intend to find where it truly is."
"Elizabeth, must I use force?"
"No, must I use force? Because I will get out of here."
She smacked the hand holding her hood hard, catching them off guard. She was dropped to the floor, and she landed in a crouch . She got to her feet, charging forward. She found herself approaching the leader, meeting his face with her fist before jumping out the window behind him and landing on her feet in the courtyard. She stumbled a little before continuing forward. Once again, a hand caught hers, and she was dragged back.
"I almost made it," she muttered as she was dragged back again.
Every night, her bedroom was locked from the outside. It was like a prison. She didn't even have a good book to occupy her time. It was torture.
The creaking of a floorboard right outside the door jerked her away from her thoughts. She reached out desperately for something she could use as for defense. Her fingers curled around nothing but air.
"Oh well. Just my fists, I guess," she mumbled.
The door creaked open, and she moved forward, swinging a fist.
"Woah! Calm down!"
She looked up. It wasn't one of the guards. It was a boy, who looked around sixteen or seventeen. Her age. He had crazy brown hair sticking up and curling out in random places. He looked like an escaping Latino Santa elf straight from the workshop. He looked slightly freaked out that a girl he just met had swung at him.
"Who are you," she demanded.
"My name is Leo Valdez, and I'm getting you out of here."
"Why should I trust you?"
"Maybe because I knocked out all of the guards down the hall?"
"That's-"
"Impossible? Take a look."
"I'd rather not."
"Whatever. Let's go before they wake up!"
He grabbed her hand and pulled her into the hall, running down a dark corridor.
"What are you-"
"Ssh! You don't want to get caught, do you?"
He pulled her even faster. She kept up easily. She heard the sound of clanking footsteps, and Leo pulled her down a dark hallway with pipes exposed above them, dripping down. She could barely see in the dim lighting.
"Come on! Don't stop now," he whispered.
His hand caught on fire and she squeaked. A pipe burst above them, dousing Leo.
"That's not a coincidence. We need to get out of here and contact camp."
"Camp?"
"A safe place."
"How far," she asked curiously.
"If I call my buddy Nico, we won't have to do much walking. But we will need something to create mist."
"Don't you have a phone or something?"
"Bad for demi - what we are."
"Demi?"
"Demigods. One of your parents was mortal. The other was a god. I can't tell if you're Greek or Roman, though."
"Totally in the dark here. Literally. Sorry about, um, whatever I just did."
"Don't worry about it. Could you get it off though?"
"I can try."
She imagined the water floating off of his body. The water pressure from the pipe only increased.
"Concentrate!"
She tried again. The water parted, and floated off of Leo.
"Wow!"
She jumped back in surprise and the water fell on him again.
"Please focus," he prompted.
She closed her eyes, imagining the water floating through the air. Leo murmured a 'wow' and she opened her eyes. The water was floating down the hall in little tiny balls. It looked like the night sky. Before she lost control again, she grabbed Leo's hand and pulled him out from under the pipe. Just seconds after she did, the drops of water fell to the floor and water pumped from the pipe again.
Time skip: Now at camp. I'm too lazy to write the rest of the escape.
"So this is camp?"
"Yeah. Welcome to camp Half-Blood!"
"Thanks?"
"Sure thing. Anyway, most half-bloods come in wondering who their godly parent is, but I know for a fact yours is Poseidon. Come on, I'll introduce you to your big brother."
"What?"
"We have one other resident child of Poseidon. His name is Percy, and he's a year older than you. Hence, 'big brother,'" Leo said slowly, as if he was talking to a two year old.
She punched him in the arm. "I'm not stupid! You don't have to talk to me like that!"
"Ow! Sorry, sorry!"
"Are you done?"
She spun on her heels to see a tall boy with black hair and green eyes (exactly like hers) standing behind them.
"Percy," Leo smiled at the boy. "It's about time you met-uh," he turned to her and whispered loudly, "what's your name?"
"Liz."
"Any last name?"
"You saw where I grew up," she mumbled. "Do you think they would tell me there?"
"Fair enough. Percy, this is your little half-sister Liz."
"Half sister?"
"She's even stronger than you," Leo exclaimed.
"Oh no, I'm not," she said quickly. "I I'm really not strong at all."
"Really? Doubt it," Leo said encouragingly. "Bet Percy couldn't do what you did back there when the pipe burst. It was amazing!"
He went on to describe the tiny floating drops of water in detail, exaggerating most of it. She cut him off by taking part of the lake below, dragging it through the air with her mind, and dumping it on him.
"Hey!"
"You were talking an awful lot..." Percy speculated.
"Percy! I thought we were buddies," Leo faked tears.
Percy sighed. "Oh, how things have changed."
"Is there anyone here who isn't sarcastic?"
"Not really. Not even you," Leo said.
"Oh, you're soooooo right."
"That was sarcasm," Percy pointed out.
"Ugh! You're so-"
"Handsome? Amazing? Positively radiant," Percy suggested.
"Annoying!"
"Perseus Jackson," a female voice said sternly. "Where have you been? And who's this?"
A girl with thick blond hair and stormy gray eyes stood behind them.
AN: What is it with people and coming up behind other people?
"Oh! Annabeth! This is my sister Liz!"
"Sister?"
"Yeah! Leo just brought her to camp," he said nervously.
"Leo?"
"It's true! You should have seen the way she-"
"Don't! say that," Liz ordered.
She tugged nervously at her hood. She didn't want to hear about it again.
"How can I be sure that she really is a child of Poseidon?"
There was a burst of blue light, and Leo pointed just above her head.
"Is that enough?"
She looked up to see a glowing blue trident floating just above her head.
"Um, what is that?"
"That," Annabeth said, "is claiming. Poseidon has just proven that you are his child."
"Um, what does that mean?"
"It means that you're in danger. The more powerful your godly parent is, the more strongly you smell to monsters. A child of one of the big three is in the most danger."
"Oh. Um..."
"Sorry. I got a little carried away there. My names Annabeth Chase. My mom is Athena."
"I'm pretty sure you know who my dad is," she said, shaking Annabeth's outstretched hand.
I don't know what I'm going to do with this story! All I know is that She'll e- NO SPOILERS!
Anyway, after I deleted 'Nightmare,' I felt like I needed something to replace it. I felt bad about leaving you guys like that. So, now you have this. I actually have a few twists and turns planned out for the story. Chapter two will be that night in her cabin. In the beginning.
So, I'll probably get lost with this story millions of times, and I'll need your guidance. I don't know how long this will take to write. Maybe a year, maybe a month. Who knows? No one. Okay. Rachel might know, because-um-oracle. Later!
-Sama
