Hello, I'm the writer of this story as you can hopefully tell but anyways this is my first story I have ever written besides the stupid nonfictional stuff I have to write in school. But I hope you like it and if you don't I really do not care so ya. (I can mark this as the most awkward thing I have ever written)
You see that women over there running through the woods with a little boy trailing behind her and a baby in her arms. Well she is not an ordinary women she is an immortal, and the baby in her hands is her daughter who shall be the 13th Olympian. Though for now she is a helpless baby being held be a running women who does not belong in Greece.
But to understand this story you most start from the beginning and the beginning starts in a land more ancient then Greece where a river of pure gold flows and an angry desert swirls. The ancient land of Egypt. And in is land there is a desert called The Sahara. The Sahara is a dangerous place especially today; the wind blows with power that is beyond the gods, the sand swirls in anger. Yet there is a little girl no older then five with tears falling down her face was walking through the angry desert. This little girl has a destination in mind; it was an old gift from her father and quite the weird one if I most say. The gift was the land of Greece. The land that has since grown immensely since she has last been there and now has its own gods. She should not travel there but her mind is foggy for she is struck by grief.
As she trudge through the mighty desert the storm perished. With the storms disappearance the wails of the child could be heard, it was as if the world itself was crying and mourning. Unfortunately for the girl there were slave traders not a step over 100 meters from her and they were looking for an unexpecting soul to take and sale.
"Hear that Cisses" spoke the leader. "That is the sound of more money in our pockets"
As the slave traders marched towards the wail they found quite simply the most beautiful girl on the Earth, her hair was midnight, her eyes the sun and skin caramel. The looks of the girl stunned the traders and all they could do was watch in shock as the crying girl spoke but it was not your everyday politeness but quite simply a demand
"You there slave traders you shall take me to Greece and sale me to a nice family."
Once she spoke the leader came out of his shock first and said probably the most stupid thing in his life
"And why should we listen to you, you're nothing more then a powerless little girl"
With that the girls eyes blazed with power and the man dropped to his knees in pain as the images of death, betrayal and lose of a loved one filled his head. Through there leaders pain the rest of the group shook with fear.
"Now does anyone else dear to defy me" silence "Good. Pick him up we most be going its a long travel to Greece."