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WARNING: Mild Swearing, demigod troubles
Plot: I didn't ask for this life. I just wanted to be left alone. I never wanted to lead a quest. I never wanted to know anything about the unknown. I just wanted to get out of camp and do my own thing. I was idealistic. I'm guessing you all can tell that isn't what happened. This is the story of fate finally catching up to me…. Sequel to "There Is Always A Way"
"Fate Calls,"
Chapter 1 "We Aren't Going To Fail,"
It started off as a normal day. I blew a blow horn to get up my twelve brothers and three sisters. I had Bud, Patrick, Lee, Michael, Daniel, Wilder, Ross, Colton, Will, Theron, Austin, Gunnar for my brothers. Then I have Kayla, Xylia and Cynthia. I have a rather full family. We fight a lot. There are so many of us in one single cabin. I had been there the longest, I had been in camp since I was six months old. I can put up the attitudes, singing, poetry and completely chaos but it's the fact nearly all of my brothers look almost the same, it drives me crazy.
We all go to this camp called Camp Half-Blood, don't mind the demining name if you are of mixed race, it wasn't meant to suggest that. If you are wondering Camp Half-Blood is for demigod children, yup I said demigod. The Greek Gods are very real and are a bit pissed off at everything thinking they aren't real. I wouldn't like being called a myth, would you?
I was five in the morning and I kicking everyone out of bed. I flipped over Lee's bed when he refused to get up. He plopped to the floor glaring at me. He had two years on me but yet Lee could never win in a fight against me. He still got up off the floor and put on his running clothes. He had no problem stripping down to boxers in front of me and I was so used to living with guys I didn't care anymore.
"Dude, do you have to do that in front of our little sisters," complained Patrick. Patrick, was a bit of a strange bird. He wore a lot of tie die clothes and wore a bandanna around his head. Some could say he was a hippie. I suppose he is but I didn't judge him. I was his little sister after all.
"Would you rather I pee in front of them?" asked Lee. I and the other girls gagged. The other girls left after that but I held my ground. I didn't trust the guys not to go back to sleep.
"Enough, I already had to give the whole sex talk to Elle, I don't want to tell Kayla, Xylia and Cynthia too," groaned Bud. Bud was my favorite brother out of the ones in the older range. He was twenty, he went to college and was graduating next year. This would be his last year, which made me rather sad.
"Get your lazy asses out of bed and dressed," I ordered. I took a cup of water and poured it over Will. Will's the closes to my age, his only two months younger than me. He jumped up and got into a fighting stance. I rolled my eyes.
I went outside to talk to my sisters. Kayla was thirteen, despite being rather close in age we weren't that close. Xylia was eleven and a half, we were rather close but we fought a lot. Cynthia was only eight years old, I favored her most out of my sisters. Kaya and Xylia were stretching. I noticed Cynthia was just sitting there, kind of out of it.
"That's the matter CeCe?" I asked. CeCe, was my nickname for her. She hated her full name, it sounded too girly. She wasn't your average eight year old for sure. She was eight going on fifteen.
"Um nothing," lied Cynthia. I gave her expecting eyes. I knew she was lying. All of us were horrible about lying. Blame our father, Apollo, God of Truth.
"You're lying. You should know we all suck at lying," I replied. I stretched out my long legs. In the past two months I had grown three inches. A lot of things were changing about me. I notice Bud fallowing me around more and glaring at the guys in the other cabins. I didn't get why.
"I had a dream last night," said Cynthia her voice cracking a bit. I played with a strand of her golden blond locks. I twirled the curl around my finger. I hated having predicting dreams as a little kid. It's hard to be prophet as I kid. Sometimes it really hurt.
"How about we talk about it once we get back," I said. Cynthia only nodded. I frowned slightly as she walked away from me. If she wouldn't talk later I'd tell Bud or Lee. Despite Bud being the oldest he didn't want to be a Consular. Why I don't know and I don't ask.
Finally the mini Apollo army was all out. We walked to the trail. All had our iPods in our pockets. We couldn't live without them. We got to the start of the trail. We started our run playing out iPods but watching each other. It may be a 'safe' trail but sometimes monsters from the forest we play 'Capture the Flag' find their way over. Daniel, Will and I always led the pack. Daniel ran like deer, he was so freaking fast. Will and I trained a lot together with running so we were synchronized to each other's paces. Some people thought it was creepy.
We were at a full-fledged run when I started to feel that something was off. I was running harder and faster than normal. Will was barely able to keep up with me. We had lost the others a while back. I don't know why I felt like running that fast but I did. I had my music on so I didn't hear the snapping twigs around us. Suddenly I was stopped dead in my tracks. I was being lifted off the ground by an unseen force. My ear buds feel out. I tried to struggle. Suddenly I felt like I was being crushed. I teenage boy appeared in front of me. He had messy blond hair but his eyes were pure black, an unnatural black. He didn't feel human but he looked human. I could see shadow figures behind him. They had glowing red eyes and fangs that had blood dripping for them. I forced a scream out, it hurt but I knew it was the only way. Will stopped in his tracks taking out his ear buds. That's when he saw what was happening. I could hear the others running faster from not too far away.
"What the hell," said Will. I tried to fight back. The boy or whatever he was seemed to be keeping me floating in the air. I couldn't break free. The crushing became worst and worst. I was scared.
I felt the air starting to leave my body. I couldn't do a thing. I screamed for my father in my head. I didn't want to die like this. Why did this boy want to kill me? Who was he? Was he human? I couldn't focus, I couldn't think. I felt the last bit of air I had leave me. I was going to die. Falling. Falling. Falling. I fell hard onto the ground. I couldn't move. I gasped for air. I felt lip. My vision with blurred in a red haze. I knew it was blood.
"Elle!" yelled a voice. I think it was Lee. I felt arms around me. I could barely focus my eyesight to make out Lee. He looked terrified. I couldn't speak only look at him.
"Stay with me. You're going to be okay," said Lee. I heard him pleading with our father to help. I felt wetness hit me. Was Lee crying? How bad was I? I could hear muffled yells and fighting. I turned my head to see Bud wrestling with the boy. Will was slashing at the shadow creatures with a stick. I could see all of my siblings fighting besides CeCe. I could hear running in the distant. The other campers. Will suddenly stopped what he was doing and ran over to us. I reached out to him with shaking hands. It was taking all my strength to do this. I took the same hand when I had pulled Will close and plopped a silver knife in his lap. He got the idea and threw it to Bud. But soon as Bud had the knife in his hands and was ready to use it the boy disappeared.
Blackness started to surround me. I couldn't keep fighting it much longer. Lee seemed to read my eyes and begged me to stay with him. I couldn't. Will was gone. I could feel the lack of his presence. Lee was crying harder than before. I was so confused. Then I slipped into the darkness.
My eyes slowly opened and blinked a few times. There was a bandage over by eyes so everything was still black. I could hear everything. I felt around trying to become more aware of where I was. I knew I was in the infirmary but not where about inside it. I got sick of trying to feel around. I was about to say something when I sensed someone's presence.
"I'm not sure who you are but I know you're in here," I said defensively. I didn't even have any weapons if it was the boy again. Why did he want me died? I had never seen him before. Why would someone I've never met want to kill me?
"Let me take that off you. You don't need it," told a gentle male voice. I knew it was my father. He had come to see me! I wondered how bad I was then. What happened to everyone else? All of them must be so worried.
I blinked several times until my eyes adjusted to the light. I could see my father beaming above me. Some kids exaggerate their parents when they are kids, not me. My father was a freaking God. Aphrodite was the most beautiful Goddesses without any doubt but all the girls at camp say my father is the most handsome God. Not that I think about my father like that. Given if anyone dates at camp they are dating their cousins, it doesn't really matter though. What can I say I've been raised a lot different from most people, I can't help it that in Ancient Greece incest wasn't wrong. So when is say my dad literally glows he does.
"Daddy," I said giving him my biggest smile. He smiled back kissing my forehead. I was glad none of my siblings were see to see that. They always got so jealous when dad gave me attention not them. Nearly all of us had a jealously problem, if we did we had a quick-temper.
"My sweet little Eleanor," cooed my father playing with my hair. Out of all the godly parents I think I got the best. He cared so much about all of us. He visited at least once a month sometimes more.
"What happened?" I asked. My father's face became more serious. He picked me up and put me in his lap. I felt like a little kid. It was a bit embarrassing. But I never complained or pulled away. My father was very sensitive. I didn't like having my dad upset with me.
"I don't know if you want to know yet," he whispered playing with my hair again. This only made me more curious. I supposed he already knew that, being the God of Prophecies.
"Daddy, I can handle it," I said. I looked up at him with the best puppy dog face I could make. A faint smile grew across his sullen face.
"A long time ago I fell in love with a demigod. Her name Cloe, she was the daughter of Hecate. There was something so enchanting about her. We had a son together named Hesperos. Four years later we had twins Phoebus and Eleanor," told my father.
"I had a twin," I interrupted. I didn't know I had a twin. I don't remember having a twin. I knew that my older brother, Hesperos, had disappeared when I was a baby.
"Hush, yet me finish," chuckled my father. It must get so old having your kids do that for centuries. All of us demigods interrupted conversations. I went silent.
"The other Gods were scared of you two so my father killed your twin. Your mother went off the deep end after that. She became consumed with a lust for power and an unhealthy desire to bring back your twin from the dead. My father had no choice but to kill her too. It was six months of peace and quiet before I deiced to rescue you and your older brother from a horrible foster home. Somehow during the time I was gone your mother and brother came back through the Doors of Death. She seemed like she was back to herself but then she went crazy again. She tried to make your twin a sort of undead being but it failed so she went and kidnapped Hesperos when you two were being brought to camp by Hermes. Hesperos took to whatever she does to make someone undead," told my father. I had tears in my eyes now. I wasn't angry at my grandfather or Hermes. I was angry at my mother. The story made me feel betrayed by her.
"Why didn't Phoebus take to whatever she does?" I asked. It didn't make sense why one kid would take but not the other. I just didn't understand.
"Because of you. Twins have a special connection. For some reason you stopped him from taking. We don't know how or why. You were just a baby, so we couldn't ask you," said my father. I could feel his breathing was deeper. I could tell this was a hard thing for him to talk about. I supposed I'd be upset too if my lover went off the deep end and tried to make my sons undead beings.
"Is he still on Earth or in the Underworld now?" I asked. I wanted to help him if I could. I knew I could help me. I didn't know if he was part undead or what but I would find a way. I always did.
"On Earth somewhere," sighed my father. I tried to keep an impartial face. I knew he would hate it if I went after my twin. But he most likely knew already if I would or wouldn't. He tried not to meddle with my life unless I was about to do something really stupid or if I was in danger.
"Dad that doesn't answer what happened," I said looking up at him. Part of me wanted to know, part of me didn't want to know. I was a bit scared to know what happened after I passed or when my life was attempted to be taken.
"That was Hesperos. I think it was some form of magic, I'm not sure that's not my domain," said my father. I was getting mad now. That answered the why not the what. I felt like I would have more luck talking to a wall.
"I think you should ask one of your siblings," whispered my dad. He seemed to be struggling to keep his breath even. I knew then that someone other than me was close to dead or already dead. I wanted to push for more but I didn't want to upset my dad.
"I was going blind wasn't I but you fixed it," I whispered. He didn't answer. He just held me tight. I could feel his harbored breathing. He was crying. I couldn't imagine what he was going through.
"Daddy, it's okay now," I whispered. I could see a faint smile grow across his face as he played with my hair again. I knew this was hard on him. I knew how reacted when my brother, Dysmas was killed. I also lived with twelve of his sons, I understood.
Lee and Will came walking in right after that. I never felt Will hug me so tightly before. I could tell Lee wanted to but felt uncomfortable doing it in front of our dad. I understood.
"Don't ever do that again," whispered Will. I didn't promise him that, I wouldn't make a promise I couldn't keep. He knew that, I could see it in his eyes. But it didn't keep him from asking.
"I'm going to check on the others, I know you two will keep a good eye on her," said dad as inched off his lap, embarrassed. It was hard to pull my own weight like that. I was getting better but I wasn't completely the way I was before all this happened.
After dad left Lee hugged me. Will had to pull him off before he suffocated me. One of the nurses, my sister Sunny, stopped by happy to see my improvement. She winked at me as I left, I knew she knew that dad was behind my sudden improvement. Sunny was twenty-three, we still talked to each other. She had really been the dream sister.
Lee had to leave to go stop the Ares cabin from killing some of our siblings. He told Will he could stay with me tonight and not to worry about any chores. He pretty much told Will taking care of me would be a chore in itself. I heard him tell the Head Nurse outside of my door. She made me drink this protein shake, the worst thing I've ever drank.
"Scoot over," Will said. I awkwardly and somewhat painfully moved over. He laid down next to me. He didn't put too much strain on the bed. He was tall and lean, like nearly all of my brothers. It wasn't awkward at all laying my head on my brother. I didn't care who saw this, I liked the sense of comfort.
"What really happened?" I yawned. I could feel Will tense up. I had to know though. If something bad happened I wanted to know. I hated being the only one that didn't know anything.
"CeCe was killed before Bud went into his wrestling match with whoever or whatever that guy was," whispered Will. My eyes instantly filled with tears. I didn't want to believe. She was just a little kid. Why did it have to be her? I clutched Will's shirt tighter then before.
"It happened so fast. I should have protected her. I should have gotten in the way. I don't know, something," choked Will. I opened up his left hand and I drew circles on his hand. I was trying to comfort him.
"Will, if it was meant to happen no one could have stopped it. She died a hero's death. I honestly believe she will have happy life in the Underground, then she can be reborn," I whispered. He forced a smile for me. He was so much braver then he gave himself credit for. He was so much stronger then he knew. He was twice the man most guys would ever be, especially for twelve years old.
"Go to sleep. You need to rest. It will help you heal some more," whispered Will. I put my head back onto his chest. He rubbed circles on my back. I heard him starting singing to me. Only a real man would sing his sick sister to sleep. I let myself drift off again. I knew I would wake up in the morning. I knew Will would be there if he wasn't in the shower.
For a short while I was in this half-asleep mode. I could hear what was going on around me. I could only see blackness though. I focused mostly on Will's breathing. It was constant and soothing. Don't go thinking that way, you creepers. He's my brother. I could hear several people visiting and being shooed away by Will told to come back tomorrow. I almost opened my eyes to see who was visiting me. Almost. I was way too tired to actually do it. I slowly started to drift into a dream.
An old rundown farmhouse in the middle of the woods. The door swung open. There was a boy with blond hair and stormy blue eyes eating a burger on the floor playing a game of cards with himself. I watched as the boy took out a guitar and started to play a song. I saw my dad appear in the shadows of the house, unseen to the boy. Then my father looked right at me and mouthed "He needs. Go to him. Go to Georgia. Your heart will lead you to him. Trust your heart, it's never wrong." For once he gave me direct information on how to help someone without it being in a poem. I think after this long he learned I hated poetry. He stopped giving me poetry books after my eighth birthday. I didn't like reading poetry but I did respect it. I did read it once in a while just not a lot.
Suddenly, I was in a very dark, cold place. I could see a woman with glowing amber eyes yelling at the teenage boy, Hesperos. I supposed the woman was my mother. I glared at her with hatred. I hated her. I wished she wasn't my mother. I could see the shadow creatures with the glowing red eyes and fangs wondering around the dream too. The snarled at a cage. I couldn't see what was in the cage. But I imagine I don't want to know. Nothing about this place felt right.
I was pulled into another place. It looked to be a darkly lit throne room. I could see three people sitting at a table eating. One guy, two ladies. The guy reminded me of a heavy rocker. One lady had dark skin and raven hair, she pushed away the fruit bowl. The other lady was very fair skin and had long jet black hair. I think I was in the Underworld. The guy had to be Hades, the dark skinned lady I thought was Persephone and I have no idea who the other lady was.
"How nice of you to join us Eleanor Solberg," said Hades. His voice chilling me to the boys. That look in his eyes frightened me. I was so telling dad.
"I'm guessing you brought her here," said Hades to the other lady. Persephone rolled her eyes. She got up from her chair to greet me.
"Welcome to the Underworld, luckily for you this is only a dream," said Persephone with a smile. She was very nice. I could see why Hades had kidnapped her. But she was way too nice for him.
"Not that I don't enjoy this visit but who are you guys?" I asked. I didn't want to insult them by calling them the wrong names. That would be embarrassing. I also didn't want Hades to decide to kill me earlier than expected.
"I am Hades, you silly child," told Hades. He looked at me like I was stupid. I wanted to say something snarky but I decided it would be against my better judgment to do that. I didn't have a death wish.
"I'm Persephone. Don't they teach you about all of us at camp," said Persephone. She must think I didn't know who she was. I certainly didn't want them to think that.
"I just didn't want to insult you by calling you the wrong names or something," I said. I wasn't trying suck up either. I just didn't want anyone to think I was stupid. I'm not in any way stupid.
"I like this one," said Hades with a smirk. He was really creepy. It really disturbed me. I wanted to gag but that would be insulting.
"Don't terrorize the poor girl," said Persephone. I gave her a thank you look. Persephone and Hades started to bicker and what was considered creepy.
"I'm Hecate," announced the other lady. She reminded me a bit of the woman I saw earlier, a lot less creepy and evil.
"Thank you for getting of my magic abilities. I really didn't like accidently hurting people," I said. I hated those abilities. I really hated them now. I wanted to be nothing like my mother.
"You always have some magic abilities, everyone does. Yours is a purer form, your magic will only show up during acts of pure love. Use that to help yourself and others. You're going to need it," said Hecate.
"Why did you bring me here?" I asked. I still had no idea. The pieces weren't coming together. This dream was weird enough to confuse me anyways.
"To tell you about the purer form of magic you can use. And to tell you that little girl got here safely, happily in Elysium. She told me to tell you that you were the only person that she fully understood her and that to read the letter she left in her trunk and fallow the instructions," told Hecate. I smiled. It was good to know that she was safe and happy. It made it a bit easier. I knew I would miss her until the day I died. But I was use to people dying. It was sad it was a little seven year old girl but it does happen often all over the world, sadly.
"And I have a request," interrupted Persephone. I wasn't expecting that. I never thought a God or Goddess would ever want me to do anything for them. I was only twelve years old.
"When you go on your quest please stop in Charleston and help my daughter Rose. She just needs a little a push in the right direction," said Persephone. I didn't know I was going on a quest soon but that was beside the point. Who was I to deny a Goddess?
"I will," I promised. That was a promise I could keep. That didn't sound too hard. But I knew better then to underestimate any request given by a God. There had to be catch.
The dreams stopped and I felt into a deep sleep. I was glad for the dreamless sleep. I had way too many important dreams. I sometimes just wanted to flip the off switch. Peace was very welcome at the moment. I knew I needed rest at the moment. I was still too weak for my own preference.
Thank you for reading. Please review. Let me know if I missed any mistakes, I think I got them all but you never know. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I had to re-write it once but that's just all in the process of writing.