Hey guys! This is my first story on fan fiction, so no hate please! I don't think it's cliché or anything. I hope not. I will try to keep the AN's short too. I will need some OC's for later in the story, if you want to submit them to me now, by PM or in the reviews, that would be great. FYI, this story is also posted on watt pad, under brookeyy14. Please check it out! Both stories will be updated round the same time, though tho one will be faster. I have to post the first 6 chapter on here from my watt pad account. Heres the full summary:
Dreams. They haunt me at night. They tell me that I was the cause of two wars, that I was the one that got my friends killed. But most of all, they blame me for the disappearance of HER. (Not that anyone knows who HER is though) My friends, they don't understand, don't understand the pain I go through each night. That I blame myself for everything. It's even worse when the gods blame you too. That's when I knew that I had to leave, not that my friends would get it. I had a death sentence. But most of all, I wanted to find HER.
This is the story of my journey, away from the gods, the dreams, and to find HER. Beware, this isn't a story for the afraid. It's about betrayal, heartbreak, pain, and sadness. But it's also about happiness and a new life.
I will miss my soulmate, my girlfriend. But I have to go, to go on my journey. Maybe I'll see them again one day. You probably know who I am, but I'm not telling you that.
My own journey awaits me.
Now to the prologue! Enjoy and R&R please :)
Prologue: A story never heard
Laine Mackenzie J-
No. My-wait OUR last name is a dangerous one. One that monsters want to kill when they hear it...
Laine Mackenzie. My best friend. My sister. My twin. The one that allows me to call her Mac. If anyone else did, she would kill them, even though we were toddlers. She was my everything, she understood me. We were the best of friends; we knew when one of us was sad or feeling down. She knew how to comfort me.
But now she's gone, disappeared off the face of the planet, when we were 4. It was right before our 5th birthday, on the 17th. I was heartbroken; it was like a part of me was missing, because it was. I swore never to talk about her again, (No you buffoons, not on the River Styx. I'm not an idiot.) for I would only want to curl up and cry. Sometimes I still do curl up and cry, like on the day of her disappearance. I search for her, in my spare time, but no one knows that. They think that I go visit my mom or head into the city. None of my best friends, not even my girlfriend knew I had-no have a sister. And I don't plan on them finding out that I do. They wouldn't understand, they would only give me their pity, which I don't want. Because her disappearance is my fault, even if mom says it isn't. So she isn't brought up anymore. I only have one picture left of me and her and I carry it around every day. Maybe I should move on but I can't. I need her back, the one who understands me, the real me. Not the façade I put on everyday.
Maybe the dreams were right. That I'm the one to blame for her disappearance, the death of all my friends, the cause of two major wars. Maybe I'm the cause of all the sadness and pain, the cause of the deaths of siblings. Maybe it's time for me to go. Even most of the gods agree; they want me dead. They even gave me a death sentence personally, which no one else knows about. But now I have to go, it's a life or death situation. My friends, even my girlfriend wouldn't understand, they don't get the haunting dreams I do. It's time to go, to go find her. I know she's still alive, I can feel it, even though I'm no son of Hades.
I'll miss them though, I went through hell for them. They'll never betray me, but the gods did. Maybe I'll find them in another life, maybe I'll get to see my girlfriend again. It tears my heart to be apart from the love of my life, to watch my girlfriend's heart break into millions of pieces.
But the gods are on a rampage. That's what the dreams say. They'll kill me and I can't have my girlfriend watch that happen.
In the end, the dreams are always right. Their deaths are my fault, and if I leave, I can't cause anymore sadness and pain. I may be oblivious, but even I know when it's time to go. To find her, to forget the dreams. I'll leave them notes and something special for each of them. Maybe we will meet again one day, once I'm able to to come back. Maybe she will be with me when I come back. It's time, time to find my sister. My younger sister, my twin, the daughter of Poseidon. Just like me.
They say the life of a demigod is tragic, and it is.
But it's never this tragic.