Sometimes I think fear and pain is what makes a hero great. What's ironic about that is some heroes have a happy ending. All in all a hero doesn't accomplish anything without the fear and pain they feel. From losing loved ones, losing trust, and even losing faith at one point. Of course there's also before they even knew they were a demigod. The schools, the bullies, the teachers... and the parents.
Don't get me wrong, some demigods have nice parents, but some don't. I'm one of those kids. Of course my dad left when I was born and my mom died in a car accident when I was two. Unfortunately not before she got married. My brother told me my mom wasn't any better ten our step dad. If she wasn't always drunk she could have been pretty. She looks like my brother, curly brown hair, tanned skin, chocolate brown eyes.
You would have never guessed she was my mother. My brother says I look like my father, dark, shappy, black hair, pale skin, and solid black eyes. Unlike my father I'm short and my brother is tall. My brother is also very miscular from working. He has helped me through so much. He is the only one I can trust. I would give anything to see him again. That's why I hate it when demigods help the gods. They aren't good for anything. I hate camp. I hate demigods. I hate everything about being a demigod. I'll explain why but I don't like talking about it so listen the first time if you care at all. If you don't then go ahead and leave I could care less. Now let's get started.
Cadto and I ran through the woods, we could hear the highway by now. We were almost positive we had lost our stepfather by we didn't dare think of it as an actual possibility. Finally, when we were about a mile from the highway, we took a minute to catch our breath.
I looked at my brother, he seemed so nervous. I knew sinc e we were running away it would make sense to be scared but he seemed too nervous for someone like my brother. I felt like I had seen him like this before but I wasn't sure. I lost my memory when I was 4 so I guess this makes sense.
How did I lose my memory? Ask my stepfather. My abusive stepfather. I guess he didn't care how old I was, he went as far as he wanted to. Cadto said when I was 4 it went to the point I lost my memory.
I stared at my brother. He looked back and I smiled. He did too. "We're fine", he reassured me. But I sensed fear in his voice. "Yeah," I replied "I guess we are." He looked at me and was about to say something but he was interrupted by a look of terror on his face, "Eligia!" He screamed. Suddenly I was pulled back by someone grabbing my hair then I was lifted until my feet didn't touch the ground. I screamed in pain and fear. My stepfather grinned at me. "I warned both of you about doing this." He said.
"Let her go!", my brother yelled. "Oh and why should I? If you two care about each other so much then come with me and we can... sort things out at home." He grinned when he said 'sort'. My brother looked scared then he closed yes and looked like he was having and argument with himself. Then he opened his eyes, they looked cold "I will say this one last time. Let. Her. Go." The temperature stated to drop and for a second I didn't know who to be scared of, Caduto or my stepfather. My stepfather only laughed "Try that kid and I'll bring her down with me." Instead of being intimidated or scared my brother smiled and then a black shadow wrapped itself around my stepfather. Scared, my stepfather dropped me and I fell. "What the hell!" He screamed. I sat there and watched as a crack appeared in the ground and the shadow dragged him closer to it. My stepfather clawed at the ground until he was dragged into the hole and disappeared. Not a trace left.
Caduto ran to me, he was shaking. "I'm sorry." he whispered and a tear fell down his face. I sat there in shock, Caduto never cried and he had just... killed my stepfather.
We heard something snap by the trees and my brother stood and looked toward the noise. A teenager about 16 came out of the woods and walked toward us. "Hey" he said. "What do you want?" Caduto replied. The guy frowned "I-I saw what happened. I thought you were someone else." Caduto looked like he'd been punched in the gut. "What?" The guy only shook his head "No it's fine, I'm like you." Caduto seemed to understand what he meant and relaxed. The guy looked at me and smiled but I was distracted.
His eyes, it was like I'd seen them before. Sea-green. Yes, I could've sworn I'd seen an exact replica of those eyes and the same swept black hair. He seemed to be studying me the same way and I tensed. He probably sensed it and stopped staring at me and smiled again. "My name is Percy. Percy Jackson"
.. I was 5 years old when this all happened. When my hell started, but I always remembered one thing. I remembered how quickly that smiled could turn into a cold glare.
Hello people's this is my first fanfiction so sorry if it's horrible. I'll try to update as fast as I can. So please R&R. Thanks!