The Power of Three
Hey everyone, so there was a bit of a change, I scrapped my other FanFiction due to the fact that I felt that I rushed it and it wasn't written to the best of my ability and I don't like that because I want the best for you guys, so I'm starting again. You will probably see some similarities, except this time it isn't rushed. I apologies and hope you guys understand! Also, I hope you enjoy this new and improved FanFiction!
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Forget what you learnt in school. Greek Gods are real. All of them. Zeus, Hades, Poseidon and the rest. Sometimes they come down to earth and fall in love with mortals. The offspring is known as a demigod. Half Human, Half God. Under the circumstances they stay in the mortal world. With no contact with their Divine parents. We demigods have abilities far beyond that of the human race. We have increased reflexes, and can read ancient Greek. Our other abilities depend on who our God parent is. I'm a demigod you see, in fact that reminds me, my name is James, James Grace. Son of Zeus.
Running, not stopping, not looking back, just running. The only thing keeping us going is adrenaline. A roar sounds behind us as we slip through the dense trees. Looking for the haven that will be our salvation. The monster was catching up.
"James come on!" Thalia shouted. "James it's getting closer!"
Then I realised, the monster wasn't getting closer. I was falling back.
Thalia grabbed my hand and tried to pull me along, with no avail. The stinging pain in my side was too much and I fell to my knees.
"James get up!" Annabeth shouted, she had tears in her eyes. "James-NO!"
Too late. I felt the strength of the hands of the monster that was chasing us clench around me. Stopping my breathing and drowning me in the air. I didn't fight. All of my strength had left my body a long time ago. I heard the crack as the monster snapped the bones in my legs and threw me to the ground.
Thalia screamed.
Darkness.
Lightning flashed across the sky, thunder struck loudly. Both happening at the same time as awoke screaming from the nightmare.
I scanned my surroundings, I was at home, in my bed. I sighed with relief.
Just a dream
But I knew full well I was lying to myself. It wasn't just a dream. It was a memory. The memory of the night 6 years ago when my sister was murdered.
I fell back onto my pillow and rubbed my eyes. It was the same every night. The same events. The same setting. The same scream.
I cheated death that night. When the monster, founded out later to be a Cyclops, grabbed me and broke my legs I was unconscious for a few seconds. My friends and my sister thought I had died. They were wrong.
I woke up in time to see the monster crush Thalia and throw her to the floor. I was too drained to make a sound, and my legs were crippled.
Mum rushed in. Obviously with a bottle of whiskey in her hand. She was an alcoholic and an abusive mother, so I just sat and stared. She looked around drunkenly. Her dirty, wiry blonde hair swaying as she did so, and her heavily bloodshot eyes darted from one point to another, finally laying upon me.
"Would you keep it down?" She said in a drunken slur. "Some people are trying to sleep"
With that she slammed the door and walked off. Since I had calmed down, so had the lightning and thunder. You see, whenever I get angry, or scared. Thunder and lightning storms happen, and depending on the depth of my emotion depends on how strong the storm is. It's due to the fact that my father is the Greek God Zeus.
I checked my phone. It was 3:30am. There was no getting back to sleep with the thought of that night still freshly planted in my head.
I picked the frame up from my windowsill and stared at it through the moonlight shining through my window. It was a picture of Thalia and I when we were 10. Taken by an old friend. It was one of the only things I had left of her.
I turned to the back of the frame, the pendent was still there. It was a present from Thalia for my 10th birthday. A small, black pendent in the shape of a lightning bolt. I slipped it over my neck and ran it through my fingers. I blamed myself for her death. If I had been more protective and less selfish I would have taken care of the Cyclops and saved Thalia. But things didn't turn out like that. It was my fault Thalia died, and that was one of the reasons I left my demigod life behind six years ago, I couldn't deal with the guilt.
The sunlight began to ray through my window, it was going to be a sunny day. I checked my phone again, 7:30. Time for school.
I hopped in the shower and washed, wanting to get out of the house quickly. School was the one place I could get away from my abusive mother, even if I did get bullied for being 'Dyslexic' and having 'ADHD' which I know is false, all demigods have those disabilities in the mortal world. When really, ADHD is just our reflexes, we have fast reactions and can't stay still, whilst the dyslexia is because our brains are hard-wired for Ancient Greek. Not English.
After getting out of the shower I dried off and slipped my school uniform on. I didn't like the uniform. In fact I despised it. It consisted of a pair of trousers witch ripped easily, a white shirt and blue tie that strangled you, and a blazer that was made of cotton that scratched your skin. But we were required to wear it.
I grabbed my bag and exited the door. Not shouting bye. Mum would not even notice i'm gone until I got back.
The walk to school was normal as any other day. It was sunny, showing that I wasn't angry or scared. However the nightmare was still fresh in my mind. Normally I would dismiss it without question, today was different, it stuck to my mind like a moth to a flame and the worst thing about it was I could talk to noone. I had no friends. My mum was a drunk, and my dad...well...we know why I can't talk to him.
I reached the school 10 minutes before the bell was due to ring so I sat on a fence on the outskirts of the school. A group of boys approached.
Great I thought The bullying is starting early today.
They were lead by Chris Maldock. The main bully of the school if you like. He stood at 5'10'' and had long, brown hair. I know I could take him any day. In fact. I could probably kill him with a thought. But that would cause too many problems. I'm probably wanted by Hades as it is for cheating death I don't want to be wanted by the police as well.
"Your early today" He said. "What, your alcoholic mother kick you out of the house again?"
His friends snickered. I didn't say a word. No point in arguing, I had come to terms of my mum being an Alcoholic long ago.
"Yeah" Said Mike Odie, Chris' best friend. "Or did you flip out again and break something?"
More snickering. I stood up and walked away. There was no point in getting into an argument with them, it would probably lead to a fight then me getting kicked out of school...again.
"Don't walk away from me!" Chris said, spinning me around. "I'm talking to you!"
He threw a punch. In times like these my demigod abilities came in handy. I grabbed his wrist and twisted harshly, sending him down on one knee.
"Back off" I said with a snarl. Thunder sounded. No lightning yet.
He started to whimper. I let go of his wrist and walked away, thus, the thunder stopped.
As if on cue the bell sounded, sending the hordes of students rushing to get to their lessons. My first lesson was History, which was good because my teacher, Mr Wilkinson, was one of the few teachers who were nice to me. Plus I sat at the back, so I drew hardly any attention whatsoever. I entered the classroom and was one of the first to arrive.
"Good morning James" Mr Wilkinson said. "Please, take a seat."
I took my usual seat at the back of the class as more and more people poured into the class. Walking in some were talking amongst themselves, some were on their mobiles texting and whatnot. Once the class had entered Mr Wilkinson held up his had and the class went silent. He would never shout, however, make him angry and you would regret it.
"Ok Class" He began. "Now before we start I would like to introduce a new student"
Great I thought Another jerk who would just add to the bullying.
"Now" Mr Wilkinson continued. "She isn't from around here and she has had a bad past so I would like you all to make her feel welcome"
So it's a girl? I thought. Well then, at least it's someone else who can patronise me instead of bully me.
"Annabeth? You may come in now"
My head shot to the door. I knew only one person in the whole world with the name Annabeth, and it's not a very common name either.
The door swung open slowly and there she stood.
Annabeth Chase
The girl who had watched me 'die' six years ago was now standing at my classroom door. She looked almost unchanged, she had long, radiant blonde hair tied up into a ponytail, her electric blue eyes stood out from her face and her slim body fitted the school uniform almost perfectly. This was the girl I had fallen in love with at 10 years old, and even though six years had passed, that feeling was still there. I watched her as she walked down towards the front of the class. She looked around until her eyes came apon me, I flipped my hood up quickly. She couldn't know who I was. Like I said, I left that life behind six years ago.
"Now I'm going to need someone to show Annabeth around the school" Mr Wilkinson said. "Let's see"
He looked around the class. I kept my head down, trying to make myself invisible. Somehow I knew I was going to be picked. It was almost as if the event had been written already.
"James!" He said. "As you seem so eager, you can show Annabeth around!"
"Why me?" I said slowly, making my voice sound deeper than it is, I couldn't risk Annabeth recognising my voice.
"Because it seems you two have a lot in common" He said. "Come on now, before you begin to irritate me"
I sighed. Grabbing my school bag I stood up and walked to the front of the class, my hood still over my head. Although I didn't look I could feel all eyes in the room on me. Including Annabeth's.
"Let's go" I said quickly, walking past her with no pause. She walked after me, having to jog to catch up.
"You seemed eager to meet me" She said after finally catching up. "I don't bite"
I snorted a little. I knew full well she could rip the head off a Minotaur with her bear hands if she tried.
"What's the problem?" She asked. "Why don't you talk...James was it?"
I nodded then shrugged. Her knowing my name couldn't hurt, it was common. Just so long as she didn't learn my second name then I would be OK.
"I had a friend called James once"
My heart stopped. She still remembered me? Six years and she still remembered me? She must have taken my 'death' hard.
"Of course he spoke more than you" She continued. "He's dead now, I miss him a lot"
My mind was in a jumble, thoughts were going through my head like bullets. She really took it hard, and she still remembered me. She cared about me a lot.
"Please just say something" She said. "I'm not that bad"
"I'm sorry about your, um, friend" I said quickly. It made me feel awkward. Saying sorry to my old crush about my own death that she witnessed.
"Is that all your gonna say?!" She said, her voice raised now. I had made her angry. "I've literally just met you and you don't like me?! What did I ever do to you?!"
"Nothing" I said. I needed to keep my cool.
"Then why can't you just speak to me?!" She said. "All you have to do is strike up a conversation! Can't you just do that?!"
"No!" I shouted. Thunder sounded outside. I snapped and made it happen. Big mistake. Annabeth's eyes widened as she looked me up and down.
"Put your hood down" She said, not taking her eyes off of my face.
"Why?" I said, still keeping my head down.
"Because I said so" She said. "Now put it down!"
I sighed. I know from three years experience either I took it down or she would, and to be honest I preferred the first option.
I took hold of my hood slowly and slid it down my head, I looked up and into Annabeth's electric blue eyes. She looked back wide eyed and gasped.
"Hey Annabeth" I said.
"Oh my Zeus your alive!" She screamed, throwing her arms around me. She started crying on my shoulder as she hugged me tighter. "I-I can't believe it!"
I hugged her back. She let go and we looked at each other for a moment.
Then she slapped me. Hard.
"Six years!" She said. "Six years and not a single visit or even a call!"
"Ow!" I said, rubbing my face. "I'm sorry I just-"
"Just what James?!" She interrupted. "Grover and I thought you were dead!"
"I'm sorry!" I replied. "I didn't want to leave!"
"So why did you?!" She said. "Why didn't you come into Camp Half-Blood?!"
"Because I woke up!" I shouted. With it came more thunder, and lightning this time. Annabeth looked at me, half with fear, half with confusion.
"I woke up and I watched that Cyclops kill Thalia!"
Annabeth gasped and cupped her hands over her mouth. She didn't say a word, she just listened as I released all of the anger and sorrow that had built up over the last six years.
"That damn Cyclops crippled my legs and I was too drained to make any sound! I had to lie there and watch that thing kill Thalia and I could do nothing!"
"James-" She began.
"I was in a wheelchair for three years! Every single night since I have had the same nightmare and I wake up to a thunderstorm and the memory of that Cyclops killing her etched into my brain"
"James we could have helped-"
"I left that life behind Annabeth! I couldn't deal with the guilt of the fact that Thalia's death was my fault! If I had not been afraid to use my powers I could have killed that Cyclops and we would have made it to camp Half-Blood!"
I was done. I was panting as well now and Annabeth was crying.
"I'm sorry" I said, calmly now. "I-I just needed to get that out."
"James I'm so so sorry" She said between tears. She threw her arms around me again. Crying heavily.
She let go and looked at me with sad eyes.
"Your father managed to save Thalia" She said.
I looked up.
"What?" I said.
"Before she died your father, Zeus, he planted seeds of eternal life inside of her." Annabeth began. "She lies at the bottom of a tall oak tree. Her aura keeps a barrier around camp Half-Blood that stops any monsters getting in"
"So...she's alive then?" I said, looking up.
"Only just"
I sighed. Even though I hated my Dad for leaving us I guess it meant he did care some way or another.
"We should get back to class" I said quickly, remembering where we were.
"Yeah your right, but..." She started.
"But what?" I asked. "What's up?"
"Can I come over later?" She asked. "We need to talk"
"Yeah sure" I said, handing her a piece of paper. "That has my address on it."
"Thanks" She said. "Let's go"
We re entered the room, noticing my hood was down and my mood up a little more caused Mr Wilkinson to raise an eyebrow, however he didn't say a word. Annabeth was made to sit on the opposite end of the classroom. The lesson went on as usual. Throughout it however, I kept getting looks from Annabeth, looks as if to say she still couldn't believe I was alive.
It turned out History was the only lesson I had with Annabeth, so I didn't see her much in the day. I passed her occasionally in the corridor but other than that we didn't speak.
Finally, last lesson rolled around, it was English. The worst lesson of them all. Not only did I sit next to Chris Maldock, but also the teacher hated me.
To be honest the lesson went OK, I got a few kicks from Chris which was followed by snickers from his entourage and the teacher, Mrs Phillips shouted at me twice because I was 'Sitting funny' and my 'breathing was too loud'.
The bell finally rang for the end of the day and I left the school and made my way home. My mind was racing. Annabeth coming into school, my outburst, finding out Thalia was still partially alive. It was so much to take in.
I reached home and opened the door. The smell of liqueur and cigarettes filled my nostrils as I entered the hallway. Mum rounded the corner with a bottle of vodka in hand and squinted when she saw me.
"Where have you been?" She said in a drunken slur.
"School" I said. "It's kind of mandatory to go?"
She burped and staggered up into my face. "Don't use that tone with me"
The doorbell rang and she sprang back as if she had been shot. Then, in her drunken mood she forgot what to do and walked out of the room and into the lounge.
I walked up to the door and answered it. It was Annabeth.
"Hey" She said. "I'm glad I got the right house"
I laughed, "Yeah, come on in"
She walked in and looked around. Noticing the bottles and cans thrown across the floor she made a gesture.
"Let's go to my room" I said quickly, noticing her looking at the mess. "It's the cleanest place in the house"
So we went upstairs and I closed my door.
"Take a seat...well...anywhere" I said.
Annabeth sat down on my desk chair, I sat on my bed, and looked her up and down.
She's even more beautiful than I remember I thought.
"So James" She started. "I wanted to ask you something"
"I already know what you gonna say" I said. "I'm sorry no"
"Why not?" She said. "Come back with me! There's people you need to meet, Grover misses you...I miss you!"
"Annabeth I can't" I replied. "I have a life here"
"What with your drunken and abusive mother and the bullying going on at school?" That startled me a little when she said that. I didn't know she knew all of that.
"How do you-" I began
"James we've known each other since we were 7" She said. "I know a lot more about you than you think"
"I can't come back with you, I can't deal with the guilt of being responsible for Thalia's death"
"James" She said. "Get it into your head, it's not your fault that Thalia died! She sacrificed herself so that Grover and I could get away!"
"But if I had-" I started
"No but's James. Thalia died of her own accord. None of it was your fault"
"Annabeth I'm sorry" I said. "I'm not-"
This time it was my mum that cut me off.
"James!" She said. "Who are you talking to?!" She started walking up the stairs.
"A friend!" I shouted back. "If you were sober you would know that!"
With that my door was flung open and my poor excuse for a mother barged in. She had fiery eyes and her hair was wild. Annabeth screamed.
She ran up to me and wrapped her hands around my neck, she pushed me back until I was pinned up against the wall. I could hear Annabeth crying.
"I told you" Mum said in a slur. "To not use that tone!"
"Let me go" I said, my anger was starting to build. Lightning struck and thunder sounded.
"Oh no" I heard Annabeth say.
My mother laughed at me and tightened her grip. The thunder sounded louder and lightning struck my bedroom window, shattering it and sending glass flying in all directions. Annabeth screamed again.
"I said...Let...Me...GO!" I palmed my own mother in the chest and blue static erupted from my finger tips engulfing her torso and chest. She was flown back into the opposite wall and hit it with a crack. She slumped to the floor, unconscious and leaving a dent in the wall.
I stared at my mother for a minute and then turned to Annabeth, she was whimpering and holding her arm...she was bleeding.
"Annabeth!" I said, running to her side. "I'm so sorry, the glass wasn't supposed to hit you!" I quickly grabbed a bandage. Years of abuse from my mother taught me that keeping a bandage in your room will help. Now however, my mother will regret she ever crossed me.
"James..." Annabeth said shakily. I looked up as I was wrapping the bandage around her arm, stopping the bleeding.
"Yeah?" I replied.
"That's the first time I've ever seen you use your ability you got from your father" She said.
I sighed. "I'm sorry you had to see it like that" I said.
"I can't believe how powerful you are" She said.
I chuckled and finished off dressing her wound. I stood up and began packing up my things. Clothes, some money...the picture of Thalia and I.
"Where are you going?" Annabeth asked.
"We're going home" I said.
I feel a lot better about this Chapter 1 than I did the other one. This one I didn't rush and I thought about it more so I feel it is better written. Hopefully you guys do too! Please Please Please review, I love seeing your guys' comments on how i'm doing! Thanks for reading, the next chapter will be up next week!
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