I promised there would be a sequel didn't I?
*Slap*
Ow.
Ok, fine, enjoy the story. Remember, all credit goes to Rick Riordan.
GOLDEN HOUSE
Thunder boomed. She could feel herself shivering from the cold gusts of wind that blew from the venti above. She knew she was still solid, couldn't move. It was when she spilled nectar on her father's robes. She knew from that memory, the sharp sting in her cheek and BOOM. She was made of gold.
She knew it was just temporary. But this was longer than normal since she'd been turned to gold.
CRASH!
She felt shards of glass touch her body, but she didn't feel pain. Something was unusual... And by the gods if she ever got out of her golden encasement, she would investigate. Then she felt something wet splatter on her right shoulder.
She slowly melted, back into human form again. She checked her body, in case something happened.
She flexed her wrists. No pain.
"Huh," she said aloud, "I guess I've gotten used to getting turned to gold."
She turned around. Her eyes opened to the size of drink coasters.
Darting out the door, with two imperial gold gladius', was... Nevermind. She couldn't think of him without feeling unbearable rage.
She looked above her, and saw a faint line go across the roof. Her eyes widened.
Then she heard a faint yell, and a lightning bolt hurtled toward the roof. The next thing she knew was her consciousness falling, and her head hitting the golden paved floor. The last thing she saw were three teenagers running for their lives.
LINEBREAK (P.S. This is an introduction. It'll be shorter than the chapters I posted on "The Elites")
She remembered the dreams she had when she was young, and her mother and father were kind to her. Now, as she fell into a dream, she thought of those days. Those were good days. On the bad days... well this dream reminded her of a bad day.
She saw cabins, lined up like a crescent, each of them radiating power from a symbol. She recognized one of them. It was the symbol of Poseidon, god of the sea.
She liked the sea. Of course, running water, or any sort of running liquid would cure her from golden entrapment. But it was more than that.
Anyways, she saw demigods, like the teenagers who ran when she passed out. They were milling about, training. Then she saw a few demigods in pure black armor. She couldn't tell how many, but they were obviously in charge. They ordered the demigods to train. She saw a centaur, stroking his beard in thought. She also saw a lanky person, resting on a porch outside a white building, eating grapes.
Then she saw an army collide with the demigods. They fought back, but she knew they would lose. But suddenly, she saw one of the black armored demigods engage in battle with an entity. She witnessed the sheer forced of the anger the demigod had. She slew the entity and won the war for the demigod camp. Then her dream faded.
She woke up, lying on the golden ground. She picked herself up. She somehow knew that she had to go to that camp. But something in her mind buzzed in her ears. It was as if her mind was saying something...
She shook herself. She had water coated all over her body, but that didn't bother her. Her real goal was to find that camp of demigods. She didn't know why, but her gut told her to. As it was, she listened to her gut.
She ran out of the destroyed mansion she was in. She had a lot of questions, but she couldn't stop to answer them. She had to find that camp.
And so, began the legend, of the Daughter of Gold.
Awwwwww dang...
My hands hurt.
Well anyways, you know what needs to happen now my fellow readers. I'm sorry but...
Traverse out.
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