Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN IT! Really wish I did though, WAIT! I'm going to need a sack, some rope, a shovel and a bunny rabbit. Don't ask why I need a bunny rabbit, I just need it to steal Percy Jackson...
And could y'all please cut me some slack on grammar, I'm gonna attempted 3rd person POV:)
Seven years ago...
A small girl lay on a thin cot, tossing and turning, and muttering through a nightmare. The child woke with a scream and sat on the thin pallet, panting. The girl's golden hair was plastered to her forehead and grey eyes as stormy as the sky outside were opened wide with fear. A woman came in and comforted the girl, rubbing her back, whispering things only the child would understand. The child signed her answer and slid back under the blankets and fell asleep instantaneously. The woman picked the frail form up and ran from the alley to Mt. Olympus.
Modern enough to not be seven years ago...
A golden haired girl sat in the back struggled to stay awake during a tedious lecture by her English teacher. The classroom was filled with bleary eyed girls passing clandestine notes across the classroom. One such note landed on the desk of the golden haired, grey eyed girl. She looked down and carefully opened it. Loopy handwriting spelled out the words: "since you are deaf could you teach all of us sign language?" The girl looked over at the culprits and flashed an obscene gesture in their direction. The girls laughed and returned the favor. The commotion drew the teacher's attention. The angry woman handed detention slips out to the giggling entourage, led by a red head with many freckle.
The Irishwoman was forced to sit away from her passé or suffer the consequences, and the red head did not have perfect either, it was sit in a different seat of be expelled, sadly she chose the to sit away from her BFFs and sit, unfortunately by the blonde. The distraught girl was tormented day and night by the freckle faced Irishgirl. The blonde was not the person you looked at when you walked into a room, she wears her hair down, so she can hide her face when she wishes to. The blonde was tall and athletic , the sorts she dedicated herself to where martial arts and archery. Her name is Andrea Helios, age detested her name with all of the loathing she could muster and wished to be called Andy. Andy was never normal, she was not eccentric though, there was just a certain quality no one could put their finger on, something that unnerves everyone she meets. It isn't the fact that she is deaf that makes her different, it is the way she stares at you, her grey eyes hide almost everything about her, but they tell you one thing, she will do whatever she can to help you. Her stormy gaze can heal your soul, her fingers your wounds, and her laugh will stitch together your heart. Andy Helios was never normal, she was a daughter of Athena, given as a gift to a barren follower. The woman was desperate when her child, Athena's fell deathly ill, panicked, the mother brought her child to Apollo who healed her, but at a terrible price, the mother had to give her life force to the child so that the girl might live through what Apollo would do. Apollo marked the child as his own. The touch of the god would have killed the child if it were not for the dead woman who laid at Apollo's feet. Her name was Laurel, descendant of Daphne, his first love.
Wadja think? Yes? No? Maybe? I really wanna know!
Ever odd,
A. Cicero