Really really long time I didn't check my story status. I'm gonna edit this some more if I have the time! Thanks for your patience!
I don't own PJO. And it's my first fanfiction story. Enjoy reading!
Prologue
Grace
One minute after I woke up, I had a feeling that something is going to happen today as if I , myself, have a sixth sense. I hear my step-father bellowed through out the house "Grace, get up! There's no time to rest!" "No time to rest", huh? Since when did you wake up this early? I thought to myself. My step-dad always insults me as if I'm an unwanted puppy on the streets and he had to raise me as if someone forced him to do it. Every single day I had to go through daddy issues - or step-dad issues. And I really wish I got to at least know who my real parents are, as in biological parents.
I got up and went into the bathroom to brush my teeth, wash my face and comb out my stiff straight hair. Then I went back to my room, dressing up for school. Greengrass School's uniform seems a bit off to me since I look a bit weird in dark clover green. A green jacket over a white collared shirt and a green plaid skirt is the uniform for girls. I feel very annoyed going to disordered schools since I'm perfectly fine and I sit fine in class. But to be honest, who can sit still in a seat for a long time? They have to shift around instead of acting like a human statue in a chair. And also we had to react to everything because that's how our mind goes.
When I went downstairs with my backpack and all dressed up, my step-mom is busy in the kitchen cooking breakfast. The fat and ugly step-dad is sitting on a couch watching TV like a typical couch-potato.
When I walked to the counter and grab a cereal bowl and spoon, my step-dad randomly said "Walking through without saying 'Good Morning'. I see how it goes. Teach her some manners! For god's sake!" Both my step-mom and I sighed. Do I need to be respectful to someone who is always bossing me around? Not in my life. I thought to myself. "Grace, say good morning to your dad, he's not in a good mood today, alright?" she said nicely. "Isn't he always in a bad mood?" I asked her emotionlessly. He gave me a disgusted look. I gave him an emotionless one. I grab a cereal box, which happens to be Corn Flakes, and poured some into my bowl. "He's never in a good mood so please at least being nice to him once per a day," my step-mom whispered. "Fine," I rolled my eyes. That's the very least I can do. "Good Morning Dad!" I said casually as possible. He ignored, what is the point of being nice to him? I opened the fridge and grabbed the milk carton. "I gotta go, honey, your breakfast is behind you," my step-mom said to my step-dad, she grabbed her bag and keys and went out the door without saying anything else. I poured milk into my bowl of cereal and went to my usual eating spot, which is a high table closest to the kitchen. As my step-dad went to enjoy his breakfast nosily, my little step-brothers, Michael, Willy and Thomas, laughed as they ran down from the stairs with their shirts stained with water. I find them pretty cute, but a bit annoying sometimes. They came to me and asked, "Where's mommy? And where's our food?"
I told them, their breakfast is on the table and their mother already left to work. "Aww! We wanna scare her this morning," Willy said in disappointment.
"We could've done it yesterday but you slept late," Micheal pushed him.
"Hey, you slept late too, don't blame on him," Thomas told Michael. And the argument went on and on and on. I just sat there eating my cereal casually like they aren't around, enjoying every bite I took.
After I finished, I just put on my running shoes and went out to school. Another day to spend in school, filled with people that takes a person by their appearance and laughs at them. I would never make friends from the looks of it.
Today I have a field trip to the Royal Ontario Museum, to look at the exhibits within it. To me it's just another usual school day, since I have no one to be with and no one cares. When we walked into the Greek section, a small group of people behind me are teasing me by calling me names. It's getting really annoying but I stayed emotionless. They want me to react so they can tell on me. Tattle tails, really. I really hope the teachers would hear what they are saying to me so I won't have to go through it. My language arts teacher, Ms. Connie guided us to the model of the Athena Parthenos. "This is the statue of Athena called the Athena Parthenos," Ms. Connie explained, I wish I can just get over this since I already knew these stuff, "It symbolizes wisdom, courage, strength, victory and luck. The statue that Athena is holding in her right hand is a statue of Nike." She continues, the crowd around me laughed since they thought it would be a Nike running shoe instead of a statue. The small group behind who teases me whispered to each other, laughing about a god named after a shoe and they started to annoy me again. "Hey Shadow girl, why aren't you talking when you are listening?" I ignored them, but a ball of anger rose inside me like fire, ready to burst out. "You know, I think we should call her Ms. Mute since she doesn't talk at all." That's it, I'm mad. I burst out, "Can you just stop talking?!" Oops, I realized that was too loud, everyone suddenly stop whatever their doing and looked at me, even the teachers.
"If you don't want to hear it anymore, I suggest you to tell others about Nike please," Ms. Connie kindly suggested me. Everyone turned to me, the group behind me fist bumped each other and snickered at me. I just go with it, "So okay, umm, Nike is the winged goddess of victory, in Roman terms she's called Victoria. She's also the goddess of strength and speed. She is a very close acquaintance of Athena and that's why she is stood in Athena's hand in the statue." The teachers included Ms. Connie were quite impressed, my classmates were shocked because its rare hearing me talk in class. I continued, "And the athletic wear company uses the name 'Nike' because they think it will give luck and strength to the athletes. And the check mark is from the outline of Nike's wings." I guess that got the air out of some of the teachers, because I'm not like that in class and their eyes widened after I explained the whole thing about Nike. "Well, that was a nice explanation," Ms. Connie said, surprised, "Thank you Grace." She smiled. "You're welcome," I replied with a small smile. I don't want to show my warm personality. "Ms. Marten, would you come with me please?" a dark female voice said behind me, I turned around and realized it's one of the supply teachers, Ms. Harley. I made no response and I have no clue why but I followed her anyway. People snickered at me as I walked out of the Greek section; I guess they will ignore me as long as they live.
I follow Ms. Harley into the Indian section, compare to other places, it feels like a deserted place. Every step Ms. Harley and I took echoed off the walls of the room. We were deep inside the room; the view from the outside is blocked by the exhibit shelves. I wonder why she would bring me here for, "why am I here?" I said coldly.
Then I noticed she wasn't anywhere near me, in fact she was on top of the shelves. "Daughter of Poseidon, where is your power?" a voice that wasn't really hers came out of her mouth. I just stared at her, making her look like an idiot. To be honest I don't understand what she is talking about, 'Daughter of Poseidon'? I'm nobody, how could I be a child of the Sea God? How could mythologies be true in such time? I mean it's the 21st century; the myths just exist in knowledge for hundreds of years. Wait, this is getting more confusing, what am I thinking? I thought to myself.
"Where is it?" She asked again, even louder this time. It seems she just wants an answer from me, keeping my mouth shut just makes her mad by each second.
"What are you talking about?" I asked her, emotionlessly but curiosity is probably spread on my face already. She just gets even madder then she explodes into a form of a winged beast. My eyes widened and I took a step back. In this case I should really keep my mouth shut. She took a nose dive and went for me, I dodged quickly but my side slammed into the shelves' glass case. I just laid there like a rag-doll because it hurts more than I expected. She stared at me from above, if she was thinking of how is she going to killed me, she would've killed me by now rather than staring at me from a distance. I don't know what to say but I tend to say something, and it came out. "Why me? I don't have anything" I asked her.
"You have one thing we want," She replied, "No questions, we want you." Out of nowhere a guy jumped out, standing between Ms. Harley and me. He has crutches and his legs looks oddly shaped. How would someone like this guy defeat a beast that I assume is one of the mythological creatures? "Nice try, harpy" came out of the guy. Harpy? She's a harpy? I thought to myself, Aren't they the females who snatches people to the Underworld, Servants of Hades? How could this be true?
"Hmm, seems like it" She said and then she vanished into thin air. It left me a confused expression mixed with an unmasked emotionless expression. The guy turned around, "You alright?"
"Was that really a harpy?" I asked him, not answering his question.
"Yes, that was a harpy, Ms. Harley is been sticking to you everywhere you went actually," He answered.
Harley, Harpy, Harley, Harpy, I thought of it. I finally realized why her name is Ms. Harley. I tried to stand up but I winced. "I thought you were a goner few seconds ago," he said relieved.
"Who are you really?" I stood up with the shelf's support. I let out a breath of air to calm myself, even though it doesn't look like I'm in panic mode.
"I'm a satyr and my name is Grover," he replied.