Meeting a rapist can't be fun, can it? Well, when you are me, sure it is. You might be asking yourself, what kind of fun is that? I'll show you.
"Oh, come on! This will be amazing!" My good friend Jax exclaimed. "London seems dull. What good is this place?" I asked him.
Roman school trips usually end in lots of fighting. No, it isn't deathly boring drama fights like on TV, it's full on sword to whatever a monster decides to show up with. Of course, our destination was some old musty museum. We would always look at the ancient Greek and Roman section. It gave me the creeps, because you would know the statues you looked at were real.
Well, I would know, you wouldn't. Your a normal dude, or girl chilling around reading this. Fun? For you. Why would you read this? Because your no demigod. You don't have buisness walking around slapping monsters with a stick. You know it's not real. You've probably checked the places that are demigod relics. Of course they aren't real. In your universe. Alternate Universe, sucka!
Now, what you're asking yourself is 'How do monsters exist, then?'. Boom. Universe two. I heard a special someone say that there is only one universe, and monsters and mortals live in it. Nope! Mortals in U1, Monsters and Gods in U2. Demigods? U1 and U2. Fun! We see both at once, though. So in U1, we can still see things from U2. Confusing? Just... go with it. Once we interact with something from U2, it pulls us into U2. U2 is the same as U1, but no mortals. So, for instance, I'm looking at you know through a mortal. (Power of Moneta's children.) Boom, now I'm in U2, and I can't see you. The mortal I was just in isn't there either, even though poofed into U2 while still in the body. You should understand now. Haha, first time they told me, I desk flipped. Nobody wants to take a test on Universes.
Well, except for you mortal Astronomy geeks. Ok, now you mythology nerds have probably guessed who Moneta is. Being Roman, I don't pay much attention to greek gods, because greeks suck. No offence, geeks.
Moneta is Mnemosyne, goddess of memory. I call her Mnemosyne more often, because she is the more recognized version of... herself? So just get this in your mind, I'm roman, so are my friends. Well, it's complicated. But, anyway, Roman. remember that. I might not be as disciplined as other romans, mostly because I enjoy laughing. That mostly remains true, even for Mars' son, Jax.
The one buzzkill we socialize with would be Marty. We call him Martyrdom, because when some people think they killed him, he explodes, in turn killing them. Fun! Don't worry, no harm has been done to Marty in the making of this paragraph.
Titan War? Pfff, so two years ago. I came to Camp Jupiter after Percy Jackson had left. Some angry romans, huh? I'm pretty sure that one dude wrote something about Percy's stories. I don't know much about that, so don't ask me.
I would like to meet them, but they seem... popular. Really popular. Every fangirl who turns about to be a demigod (Not many), wants Annabeth to turn into an evil bitch and break up with Percy so they can date him. Not going to happen, sorry Mary Sue. Ok, I'll admit this. I read the books. There, now lets get started on my friends...
I'll give you the short story. Jax: Son of Mars, he does most of the dirty work. You would expect a son of Mars to be serious and disciplined... Phillip: Son of Bellona. He tries to joke around with us, but Reyna put some serious restrictions on him, being his sister. Marty: Son of Bacchus. No comment. Next, Maggie: Daughter of Venus. Annoying and clingy. Phillip thinks otherwise, if you know what I mean... Audrey: Daughter of Apollo. It's kind of a treat when she hangs out with us, because she is a social sunbeam. Haha! Pun! Usually, It's just Jax and I, and he always tries to claim superiority, because his father is one of the twelve. I usually call BS and make him forget about it. Literally.
I've got to say, reading over this is pretty boring, well, because I know all of these things. Maybe since you don't you'll keep reading.
I'm going to to speed this up by spurting random facts you should probably know. I'm thirteen, and my birthday is May 13, 1999. Jax is 14, and his birthday was yesterday. (January 17, 1999.) I joined Camp Jupiter on December 21, 2011. Jax the same. We've been friends since I moved to California in 2004. Jax is about 5'8, weighing in at 117 pounds. He has brown hair and a normal body build. Surprising given how strong he is.
Me... 5'3, 102 pounds. Dirty blonde hair and I'm pretty normal everywhere around. Finally, we are done with that. There is still so much more, but I guess I'm boring you pretty badly.
Excuse my writing, but I left school in 6th grade to be trained at the Wolf House. Seven months after that, I found my way to CJ. (Camp Jupiter, as we call it.) Now, in this part, Jax and I are in London with Audrey 'celebrating' Jax's birthday. AKA visiting a bunch of old musty museums filled with even older artifacts from Greece and Rome.
Hey, at least it wasn't his request. If it was, I would've knocked him cold right on the spot. Audrey would be coming to 'cheer' us up, also known as make out with Jax in the Janitor's closet in the museums. They have a thing, but not an official thing. Screw this! On to the story.
"This place? Are you kidding me?" I whined. The place literally looked like my great-grandma's house. Twenty years after she died. It didn't even resemble a museum. It was basically a wooden shack with lots of space. The windows weren't shattered (a miracle) yet, but there was no door. It was a cafe brown color and had a hole in the roof. There were probably more, but from where I was standing and based off how tall I was, I couldn't see any extra holes. Not that I wanted to see them.
"Yea. I like the old feeling to it. I could snuggle up by a fireplace in this place." Audrey said, with a generic smile while rubbing her arms. Jax mumbled something about burning it down. "You first, Jax, your trip!" I exclaimed, my words dripping in sarcasm. "Mmmhmmm." Jax whipped out his very bright totally-won't-give-away-your-position flashlight. "So much for the stealthy entrance." I mumbled.
"Butthurt." Audrey flipped her black hair back. One thing everyone has noticed being around Audrey, is that you WILL like her. It is almost impossible to not like her. One day, you will wake up thinking that you want to marry her. Get over it.
We trudged inside, weapons drawn. Except for me, I don't normally carry a weapon. I've got no skill with a blade of any kind, or a bow. Reyna just gave me a stick, and on each end is a cap of Imperial Gold that fits right over the stick. They don't come off, thankfully.
It made me feel like Harry Potter, but I didn't mind. "Crap, I left my stick at the hotel." I rummaged through my pack, only finding a water bottle, some nectar and ambrosia and... my stick. Darn. It was there. "Nevermind." I muttered. Now, trust me here. The lights in the museum weren't on, so we figured it would be ok to go in armed.
Can someone say, monster attraction? I know I can. Just don't ask me to say it in another language. I heard static, and all of the lights turned on. This was no log cabin. It was long. Probably only 40 meters wide, but probably 150 meters long.
"Wuh? This is Egyptian. Screw that crap, man." Jax sighed. "Jax, we have to learn about their culture. The war is raging on, and I'm not talking about the Giant War." Audrey said in a calm tone. I've been trying to avoid talking about this, but it's inevitable.
Us Romans are at two wars. While we were marching to Camp Half-Blood, we met a rowdy bunch of Egyptians. They claimed they had no relation to their gods, but their ancestors were pharaohs. They do weird magic, and they beat us back to Missouri. We lost about 30 soldiers.
The only reason we aren't there, is so we can learn about how to beat them. Specifically me. I remember a lot, being a child of Moneta.
"Drop the weapons, put your hands on your head." A voice said. I attacked the guys mind. There was no competition, the guy dropped to his knees, clutching his head. "ARRAGH!" He screamed in agony. The downside was, the more I hurt him, the more I hurt myself.
Dark spots appeared in my eyes, I let go of him mentally. "Carter?!" I heard people's feet scrambling around. I decided to finish this guy for awhile. I searched his mind, and before I could do anything, I blacked out by my own powers. Trust me, I'm not powerful, I can just cause some real good migraines. I forgot one major thing to tell you guys. You've probably been reading this, and you haven't thought about it.
That would be my name, William Maximus Pace. I just go by Will. Nice and simple.
"Um, what should we do with them?" They had been going on like this for awhile. We definitely were not in the cabin anymore. "Let my penguins get 'em!" One exclaimed. "Felix, that's not an option." A girl said. "Should be." Felix muttered, footsteps going away. "We have to be certain they are from where we think." The girl said. "Yup, I'm from there." I mumbled. I opened my eyes, and I almost screamed.
The place I was in was very big. I was laying on a couch, in being stared at by some people. The room was well decorated. There was a nice fireplace that was openly burning, some penguins...? and a huge statue in one corner. The hardwood floors flowed through the room, with only one oriental rug underneath the couch I was on. Next to me, there were a few occupied chairs and couches, the people sitting in them all looking at me.
There was one very muscular african american who looked like he was going to beat the living crap out of me. I also saw a girl, probably a year or two older than me, another african american about three years older than me and some other kids staring at me from farther away.
I couldn't see clearly, my eyes burning like a wildfire. My head still hurt from my fiasco, when was it? Last night? I looked towards a window, and saw it was still very bright. Yup, last night. Dark spots started appearing all in my eyes, and I blacked out again.
They shook me awake, only 20 minutes later. I would have cared more about the situation, but I felt half dead. I couldn't think straight, but this time, I was fine. "Who wuhuh?" I flew up, looking around for Jax. He was nowhere to be seen. Too late I realized that I was being attacked.
I turned to my left, and saw the African American guy knock me over. I tried to attack his mind, but it got sent straight back to me. My brain hurt, and I stopped attacking when I realized it was harming me. "Who ARE you?" I asked, holding my head. He was no normal mortal. It was like the blockouts I would get when trying to read a god's mind. (Not a lot, they can tell when you do it.) "Your a god!" I exclaimed. All I got for an answer was a kick to the chest.
Pain spread through me like poison. He was getting ready to kill me. "Stop! I'll... I.. I'll kill your friends!" I threatened. I knew I couldn't, but it was worth a shot. He obviously didn't believe me, and advanced towards me. I looked around, seeing the girl from earlier. She was easy to attack, no goddess in her.
She screamed. Loud. That caught everyone's attention. I clenched my fist to show that I was the one doing the pain. The guy stopped, and turned towards the girl. I had no combat skill, so I just slowly backed away, not doing damage anymore. The crowd of Egyptians were standing around her, and I was no longer the main attraction in that sick circus. "Sadie? Tell me you're alright!" One guy asked. "Yea, I'm fine, Carter." She replied as she rose to her feet, and turned towards me.
"Who are you? Where do you come from? You're not Greek, that much can be said." She yelled, even though I was only fifteen feet away. It seemed as if there was an invisible boundary, keeping them from moving towards me. "I'm no Greek. I'm Roman. We are very different." I explained, pulling up the sleeve of my Camp Jupiter shirt, showing the two marks for my years there, and a brain. Well, of course there was SPQR on it, every romans tattoo has it.
"I'm from Camp Jupiter. Two lines showing two years of service." I continued. "Do you follow the path of the gods?" Carter asked. "What?" I asked, I wasn't sure what that meant. "Who do you follow? Which god?" he asked again.
"I don't follow a god. My mother is a goddess. Like all greeks or romans. Our parents are gods or goddesses. Mine is Moneta, goddess of memory." I explained. They all touched their head. I smirked. "Hold on, your mother is a goddess? Wouldn't that make you a god?" Felix the penguin guy asked. "No, my father is mortal. It makes me a demi-god." I said. I figured that would be a good time to run, while they were pondering my heritage. I attacked the girl, since she would still be weak to mind attacks, thanks to my last one.