I don't own PJO.
REALLY?
"Stop it! STOP HURTING MY LITTLE SISTER!" I screamed at the man. Let me tell you a little about our situation. I am eleven years old and I have blond hair and blue eyes, paleish skin, and am sort of skinny, but not sickly so. I have a little sister who looks like a younger version of me. I come from a rich family and a good life, I have never had to do a lick of work; we had servants for that. My mom is a billionaire. She had black hair and brown eyes. She was away on business and left us with our babysitters, who were close family friends. This was not uncommon; we would usually stay home on our own four or five times a year. The only thing different about this time was the attack.
My mom has a lot of enemies. She is the president of a company who cuts down trees and builds supercenters and resorts there, I hated that. A day after my mom left, some creepy guy busted down the door. He killed all the babysitters and the guards with this sword that was half black and half bronze. He had blond hair, blue eyes, and a scar running down his face (any guesses Percy Jackson readers?). Our enemies have tried all types of attacks on Mom. This wasn't the first time they came after us. The man was holding my sister, who was nine at the time and couldn't keep her mouth shut, by her hair with a sword at her throat. The blood was already starting to bead up around the cut. So I yelled, "Stop it! STOP HURTING MY LITTLE SISTER!" He had already killed all the adults, so we knew he was dangerous, but he needed me and my sister to hold hostage, or so we thought. He did let go of my sister though.
He took me and my sister to his ship, the Princess Somethingorother.
"Aren't you going to call, or leave a ransom note?" I asked.
"What the hell are you talking about, kid?" he asked.
"Well, usually when we get kidnapped, the kidnapper leaves something to say how much money he wants in return for our well being and being returned home," I said.
"You make this sound like it's a regular occurrence for you two," he said.
"It is. We're the daughters of one of the Republicans most hated people. They kidnap us all the time," I said willing my sister not to talk.
"I'm not a Republican," he said.
"Then why are you taking us? We're of no value to you," I said.
"Yes you are. You're a half-blood, or demigod. We need half-bloods on our side during the war," he said, although it seemed like he meant something more by it.
"Nice way to get people on your side, kidnapping them," Brittney grumbled still mad about the cut on her throat. I elbowed her in the side, with a look that said 'Shut up, NOW!' She shut up.
"In any case, you are the demigods of a prophecy.
'Two of the sun shall rise in war,
They are full sisters, unlike those before.
Two different ages, by their mother,
This god visited her twice, a woman unlike any other.
They will either prevent or help the titans rise,
But before they will, a best friend dies.'"
"So let me get this straight, you want us, to help God, against the titans?" I asked. "Who are the titans?"
"Not God, the gods. It's plural," he said.
"What's a god?" Brittney asked.
"Supernatural being that controls an element," he said.
He told us his name was Luke Castillian (if anyone can tell me how it's spelled, that would be great.) We walked around to see people in Greek armor attacking dummies with orange shirts that said, Camp Half Blood. I winced. I wouldn't like to be one of those dummies. We walked around some more and then he took us to a room that he said was where we would be staying for the next few months.
The room was perfect. It was gold and it was based on the sun. I think he knew what my interests were. "STALKER!" I yelled.
"What do you mean?" Luke said.
"See I knew it!" I told Brittney, I had decided not to talk to him. I have anger management issues. "How else did he come in right when I said that?"
"I don't know, coincidence? Maybe?" she said.
"Ok, why did you call me a stalker?" he asked.
"Brittney? Did you hear something? All I heard was an insanely annoying buzzing," I said.
"He asked why you called him a stalker," she said.
"Will you tell him, 'because he knew what I liked and that's impossible to guess,'" I said.
She repeated it to him and after that I kinda ignored the conversation. It went on like that for three days. I wouldn't acknowledge Luke until Brittney told me what he said. I really didn't like him. I would do anything to get off the boat. I had already tried to get off by the lifeboats. That didn't work so well. I was caught before I cut the ropes.
They were really stupid, so they taught me and my sister how to fight with a bow and arrows, and knifes. Now that I knew how to fight, I just had to wait for the right moment.
The next morning, I woke to the sounds of a fight. I jumped out of bed and grabbed my bow and arrow. I went up to the highest deck and started shooting at the people invading. I had grown to like the Princess Armada (I don't know how to spell it,) and those who were on it, but I didn't like Luke. I didn't notice someone coming behind me, until I felt a sharp pain in my shoulder. I knew it was a sedative on an arrow.
I asked, "Why me?" before I passed out.