So many of you seemed to love this old story, seeing as I never finished it, I'm going to alter and fix the storyline of the fic and make it hopefully a million times better. Tell me what you think! (I own nothing but the plot.)
Chapter One: The Truth (Olivea's P.O.V.)
I was walking home with my friends, Annabeth Chase and Percy Jackson, from our private school, which were fortunate enough to have a school bus for; it wasn't like any of those other private schools that you have to stay at year round, you actually got to go home EVERY day, and as it goes for most families, some parents couldn't pick up their children. Then, they started talking in whispers. Shocker!
Not a surprise, I thought. They are stuck on each other. Example: Velcro. Perfect example. Why don't they just go out already or admit it? They have every single class together; they share their lockers; eat lunch together; and pass notes every class! My gosh!
I kept thinking to myself, but then I realized something important. They started taking quick glances at me as they were whispering. Stupid, annoying, hyper-critical lovebirds. That's all they were.
Percy and Annabeth slowed so I was in front, and they were in the behind me. That was unusual. Usually, they stayed close to me, as if I needed protecting. I didn't, though, if you were wondering. I'm capable of taking care of myself.
Our houses were right ahead of us. My house on one side of the street, and theirs were right next to each other on the other side of Chervil Woods Lane.
I tried to ignore the constant glances at me and the continuous, agitating whispers. But now, they made it impossible to avoid their voices, they were talking just above a whisper, just enough to where I could hear.
"Do you think we should take her to…?" Percy said.
"No, no, no. Not yet, Percy. She's still oblivious to the fact…" Annabeth replied quickly.
"Do you have a clue who her…?"
"No. What about you?" Annabeth asked, yet stated.
"Not a clue. So, why can't we take her, again?"
"She needs to have a…"
Have you ever heard the phrase 'curiosity killed the cat'? Or read 'Pandora's Box'? Well, here's what I did: I got nosy. Why were they talking about me, and behind my back? Literally. Behind my back. So, I spoke up. "Have what? What do I need to have? Where the heck do you want to take me? Why are you even talking about me?"
I looked at them, their faces were shocked, but Percy recovered first.
"Who do you live with? Your mom or your dad?" Percy asked.
"Neither," I said. My mom and dad was a sore subject for me and my family that much I knew. But I felt I could trust them, so I started, "I live with my grandmother, my…"
"Percy!" Annabeth whispered urgently and pointed, interrupting me mid-sentence.
He looked in the direction her finger led to. "Oh great. Monster." He murmured sarcastically.
"Monster? Percy, don't be absurd. There's no such thing…" Then, I stopped dead in my tracks. "Oh my gosh. What is that?" I said, staring at a transparent… thing, holding the leashes of what looked like two very angry Rottweilers, though, it wasn't as if they were Rottweilers, you could tell the difference. There was something about their eyes…
"Oh, that? No worries, that's nothing but a spirit from the underworld, holding the leashes of two very dangerous hellhounds." Percy said in a mocking voice.
"Will he ever forgive you?" Annabeth stated.
"Lord Hades? Ha! The King of the Dead, Annabeth, is not one to forgive or forget easily. Even if you did save the world a few times."
Now, I was fed up. "Excuse me, but Hades – IS A MYTH!" I declared.
"Welcome to the truth, Olivea. Those 'myths' are real. And we are now faced with two," Percy said unbelievably calm. My mouth gaped open and I couldn't seem to find the words to make this better. I finally understood my father's sudden disappearance. "Annabeth, which procedure?" he asked taking out his pen. Annabeth took out her Yankees cap and put her right hand in hoodie pocket and tensed, along with a look of vehemence when something either went wrong or something strange that only I, Percy, and she noticed.
"Plan 314," Annabeth said with a cunning and devilish grin. "I made that one. You remember that?"
"Yeah," he laughed. "I like that one."
I looked at Percy; he smiled and then frowned, questioning me with his eyes. What did he see, that disturbed him so? He looked away and uncapped his pen, full focus on the… What did he say? I think it was hellhounds. But his pen? That was a surprise. What? Is he going to write on their faces? Poke their eyes out? It was a second before I saw him uncap it and turn into a sword! I looked over at Annabeth to see what her cap did, but she wasn't there. I turned my attention back at Percy, the spirit, and the two hellhounds.
The spirit let go of the leashes and vanished, sulfur lingering in the air. The hellhounds focused on Percy, not even giving me a second glance. My senses heightened and I noticed everything – from Percy stiffening, to the ways the hellhounds moved. They were coming closer, making me quiver with excitement and suspense. Their growl made the earth rumble and their bared teeth glistened in the sun. They watched Percy threateningly.
Out of nowhere one of them leapt at Percy. Percy slashed at it, turned, did a somersault and was back up again.
The hellhound shook off the blow to its dignity; being hit with the flat of a blade and being tossed away like garbage would make anyone angry.
Then the other hellhound howled and turned to dust in the wind. The other one looked quickly at its lost companion before it disintegrated completely. Bad choice. Percy stabbed the hellhound through the heart at the only open chance. It also turned to dust, rolling away in the wind, like leaves on this autumn day. Annabeth was suddenly there, her Yankee's cap, and a dagger in hand. It wasn't gold, it looked like copper and bronze mixture.
Percy and Annabeth looked at each other, smiled, and high-fived each other. Then, they turned their attention to a wide-eyed, astounded me.
"I think we should explain, Percy." Annabeth said; her head turned towards Percy, but her eyes still focused on me.
"Um, Livey? Livey?" Percy said waving his hand in front of my face. I snapped back into reality.
"You just… just…" I shook my head in disbelief.
"Olivea, would you like to come to my house and talk about what just happened?" Annabeth asked slowly, probably to make sure I understood what she was saying through this shocked state. I just nodded and they each took one of my arms and led me to her house.
When we got in, I sat on the couch while Annabeth and Percy sat on the chairs facing the couch. A fire blazed in the fireplace behind them.
"Livey. Do you know who your parents are?" Percy asked. I just lied back on the couch, suddenly feeling nauseated and very feverish. I suddenly felt sorry for the poor old women, who dealt with menopause daily.
"Percy, go get her an ice-pack for her head. You know where everything is." Annabeth ordered, she was usually a bossy girl. But she had this power over everyone. It was like she knew all the secrets of the world, like she knew everything the world had to offer.
Percy got up and went to the kitchen, Annabeth watched and looked at Percy over her shoulder. He came back in the room in a matter of minutes. He started to hand her the owl ice-pack when she shook her head and gestured to me.
He came back in the room an knelt down at the side of the couch I was lying on. My face was only inches away from his as he placed the ice-pack on my forehead, he smiled down at me. He was handsome; I couldn't blame Annabeth for liking him.
Percy smoothed away the hair from my face, got up, and sat back down in chair next to Annabeth. She looked at him with a small flare of jealousy in her eyes. He only shrugged.
"Olivea, what is your full name?" Annabeth questioned.
"No, that doesn't matter nearly as much as where her parents are," Percy stated looking at Annabeth apologetically.
"My mother is dead from child-birth and my dad disappeared a few days after I was born. I live with my grandmother." I sat up on the couch and suddenly felt dizzy again. Annabeth came to my side this time and urged me to lie back down.
"Is your grandmother your mother or father's mother?" Annabeth said.
"Mother. My father and his family disappeared just like that," I snapped for the full effect.
"How old were your parents when they had you?"
"I guess, really young. Maybe late teens, early twenties? My grandmother won't tell me anything. She disapproves of my father. She calls him something I won't repeat."
Percy nodded and looked at Annabeth, "Apollo?"
"No, she doesn't have his golden appearances."
"Or write bad haikus." Percy said and looked out of the window behind me on the left.
It was true. I had dark brown hair, and I was pale during the winter, yet tan in the summer. I also had strange eyes. My eyes changed, from gray to blue to green, then back to blue and then gray again, and not just in different seasons, every day, sometimes, by the hour.
"Maybe Ares?" He asked lamentably.
She shook her head in disagreement, "Definitely not. No signs of bloodlust."
"She can't be one of Hermes. She doesn't steal and she isn't like him. Let's just take her to camp, Annabeth. Now."
"Excuse me, but what are you? Better yet, what am I?" I asked, uncertain if I still wanted the truth or an answer at all.
"We and many others, are half-bloods." Percy said.
"What the heck is a half-blood?" I asked.
"A demi-god. Half human. Half god or goddess."
My mouth dropped open.
Author'snote: So how'd you like the revision? Just review and I'll be happy! Please Don't: Show mercy. Please: Criticize. Tell me how I can do better. Much appreciated! Thanks! tkervvv! And also: Livey is pronounced – (live-E) Remember! REVIEWS! I love them!
