I KNOW! EEEEEEW, AUTHOR'S NOTES! WHO ACTUALLY HAS THE TIME TO READ THOSE?
So, recently, it's been suggested that I update less often if I want reviews, otherwise people just keep reading the story without stopping to review. So, I figure I might as well give it a go, but while I'm bored I might as well do this, right?
So, welcome to Mavum's story, and the creation of camp-half-blood. I've actually started doing a hand-drawn comic book to go along with this, when I finish the first chunk I'll post it on some website and give y'all the link to go check it out, so keep an eye out for that.
I'll probably post on this one every other day or every 3 days or so, in an attempt to even out my posts between this and my other Percy Jackson Fanfiction. Anyway, enjoy!
There once was a girl.
Shadows rippled across the bay, and a woman cloaked like a midwife stepped into the moonlight infront of the little fishing boat. In her arms, swaddled in white, was a tiny sleeping baby with bright red hair.
"Her name is Mavum... for now. Her mother is the queen, and her father is king. But it's so much more complicated than that. All you have to do is keep her safe, and get her to the new world. No one can ever know she exists. Can you do that?"
"I can. I will raise her like my own. When she is 16, I will tell her what you have told me, and she will come back to learn her father's name." The man that replied looked old, with deep lines creasing his face and black hair-going-gray. The woman passed him the child.
The child opened it's eyes in the man's arms, gazing at him with a single sea green eye, and a single stormy grey.
"We'll be waiting."