A/N New & revised introduction! Working on fixing up the old chapters before I start new ones. I figure I at least owe you guys halfway decent chapters. P.S I AM SO SORRY FOR BEING A TERRIBLE AUTHOR WHO DOESN'T EVER UPDATE!
Disclaimer: I do not own PJO or anything below I might have mentioned except for my words and my characters.
Introduction
It was November 25 that I found out I had a twin in the Americas. Little did I know that this 17 year old boy would change my entire life. In case you're wondering my name is, Lilian Ranae from the richest family in the U.K., 'The Williamsons'. Now don't get me wrong we aren't like emperors or anything. It's just my dad and my mom run 'Williamson Incorporated.' It's a huge company in the wealthier part of Europe. So… it takes care of houses, the electrical stuff, outside furniture, inside furniture, that kind of company, the one that makes anything you can think of. The important part is that one day I might inherit some of the cash after mum and dad...you know. Well, I guess I should tell you a little bit about me. Let's start with my family.
I am the second oldest in a family of eight. Including my mum and dad, my older brother, Sam he's nineteen and the best big brother in the world. Then my fourteen year old brother, Court, he is your typical younger brother, Macy and Molly, my six year old twin sisters – cutest things in the world! Then the most adorable, precious, annoying little thing you have ever seen… Mason my two year old brother. They all have blonde hair and blue eyes except my dad and Court. Who have light brown hair and hazel eyes. Now… I know I was adopted. I was born the year I was adopted. So yeah, I know no family other than the Williamsons. I am 17 with jet black hair and a red highlight. I have sea green eyes and am very tall. My full name is, Lilian Ranae Jackson. I have no idea why my parents didn't change my last name. I really don't.
Next… my house. Okay I don't wanna brag, but I'm going to. Okay my house is AWESOME! It is the dream...whatever you want to call it. I have my own art studio, photography room, guest house, swimming pool, Jacuzzi/hot tub, three walk-in-closets, and four cars. The house is five stories tall and- well I will stop there you obviously get the picture.
Okay, now for me. So I guess I will start by telling you something really creepy that happened to me a few months ago. So I was in Sam's pool with him, his girlfriend, Bryan (his best friend), Court, and Court's best mate Maximillian (aka Maxy only to me and Court), and finally, Synthia and Michella (my two best friends). We were all splashing each other and whatnot, but when I went to splash Maxy a huge wave came out of the water and crashed down on him. We all screamed, and I went underwater and swam to him and carried him up. He would have drowned if I hadn't saved him. Now I knew then that I could practically breathe underwater with how long I could stay under. But I had NEVER done anything like that before. We all claimed something happened with the wave machine. But after that Michella and my parents got really protective of me.
A few weeks ago I thought I saw a man-horse or whatever you call those things. Then only yesterday I thought I saw Michella fighting a creepy bird thing on my way back from the grocer. Today I thought I saw the same bird thing fly by my window. At the time I thought my imagination was getting the better of me… when I heard my mom screaming.
I rushed to look out my window and saw her dashing across our front lawn with a vampire chicken woman chasing her. I was about to yell for her when I saw Maxy –who had been staying with Court the night before– turn into this weird demon thing with a spiky tail and lunge for my dad. Then to top it all off a bloody Minotaur broke down my door and tried to kill me! At this point everything was getting way too real – when out of nowhere Michella comes through one of my windows shoving a plane ticket in my hand telling me to run. She pulled out a sword that looked to be bronze but yet I know it wasn't. Then she started fighting the freaking bull headed creep! I didn't listen to her obviously I just stood and watched. She fought with such a grace and ease that it led me to believe this was not the first monster she'd ever challenged. But after what seemed like ages she finally got a good jab in and the monster crumpled to the ground. Literally, crumpled! It turned to dust!
Michella didn't even blink while it dissipated into nothingness. She just grabbed my arm and tried to drag me out of my room. I wrenched my arm out of her grasp and I will admit, there were some words that passed between the two of us. Eventually she let me quickly pack up my most valuable possessions –minus my phone, laptop, iPod, or tablet I might add– and a few outfits before she zipped up my bag and shoved me out the door. I tried to get to my siblings or my parents but Michella screamed in my ear to keep going towards the gates. I kept struggling against her until I heard my mother's voice shouting at me to leave with Michella and to not worry. I nodded and stared at my mother in shock as she and dad fought back to back against the monsters surrounding them.
I am now currently writing on the plane taking me to – for some strange reason that Michella isn't telling me – Manhattan. We are almost there now and I haven't been able to sleep a wink. Because whenever I try to close my eyes I see some bloke that looks just like me. Except of course he's a gent and seemed to be twelve or something. In my dream he was fighting the same bull that Michella fought a couple days ago. Then after that I see a man who was smiling at me and holding a very pointy three-pronged staff. Then his face turned into some creepy black monster that reminded me of Davy Jones' face from Pirates of the Caribbean. So if that doesn't explain why I do not want to sleep then I don't know what will
If you are interested I would love for you to read the rest of my story, it is a warning. Because if you see things like I have then I am pretty sure we are going through the same thing. I am Lilian Ranae Jackson, and I can move oceans. Literally.