All Over Again

Disclaimer: All rights to Rick Riordan and Greeks

Chapter 1: Strangers

My mother taught me to be careful, but nice to strangers. I grew up with that rule and another one: Never doubt your instincts. Of course, those rules were sometimes broken. This was one of those times.

I was fetching some water from a nearby wall. The sky was a beautiful tinge of purple, red, and orange. The sun was setting. It looked like one of those paintings from those fancy museums my mother once told me about.

"Many people from all over the world would come just to see these fabulous paintings!" She would smile with pride and show me some pictures of her trips. I wasn't interested in art, but just for my mother's sake, I would smile and nod. Now, all I have are memories.

Anyways, it wasn't cloudy or windy; just a perfect sunset. The trees were casting shadows making the coming night scarier. I shuddered and hurried to get to the well. I got in time to see the sun disappearing already. I quickly dropped the bucket and pulled it out by using the rope. When the bucket came up, the water was a dark red, like blood.

I yelped and let it go. I backed away and looked around. I thought I saw someone move behind a tree but ignored it. No one came to those woods unless they would like to die. After all, my small cabin was just a half a mile away, the only safe place.

I gulped and making a split second decision, went back to the well. I'm very curious; one of my many horrible traits.

I peeked inside and gagged. It smelled as if someone threw up and left cheese on top of the throw up for days. I pinched the tip of my nose and peeked inside. It was getting dark, fast. I unhooked my small flashlight and shone the light towards the inside of the well.

Nothing; just blood and the bucket that was half-broken.

I backed away and bumped into someone. I immediately turned around and faced a pair of black eyes. I pushed myself away and asked, "W-who are you?" Rule number one: Stay calm.

The guy had on a black aviator's jacket with that weird fabric called jeans. He had on those shoes called converse. His hair was silky black along with his pale skin. I shivered as I noticed he had a dark colored sword strapped at his waist.

The guy just stared at me and said, "No one important."

I frowned. "What?"

He seemed to be looking past me. I gulped. His eyes seemed too hollow. "W-what are you doing here?" It wasn't every day you see a guy in the middle of the woods.

He blinked, as if waking up from a daze. "I'm looking for my sister."

I gripped my flashlight, ready to use it if he suddenly attacked me, even though I'm pretty sure a flashlight wasn't good against a stygian sword. My head suddenly hurt. How do I know that? I wondered.

"Your sister?" I tried to keep my voice even and calm.

The kid nodded, still seeming looking past me. "She died." I was about to ask why he was looking for someone dead when he smiled. He started to creep me out even more. "And so will yours."

With that, he disappeared. He literally just disappeared! I felt my jaw drop. My head was swarming with questions. But one popped out the most.

What sister?

Running back to my small cabin, I thought about that sister the kid talked about. Mom never mentioned a sister, but could she have lied?

No, impossible. I answered myself. Mom was no liar, well except when I would ask about my dad. Her eyes would turn a dark blue and she would say, "There's nothing to tell."

Of course, she was lying. Ever since the Giants War, which happened ten years ago (when I was four), my mom changed. She would still joke around with me since I was her only family left. We left the mortal and Demigod world to come to the middle of nowhere. We survived on our own for 8 years.

Then, this old guy came to our cabin one night and asked for help. My mom was a nice person. She accepted him until the third night when I left for some water. Something about that man was unsettling. The third night was his last one. I just left for fifteen minutes. When I got back, they were both gone.

I searched for them as far as the trial my mom made (I was just 12!). I searched for days until I gave up. I came to the conclusion that my mom was killed by that man. I still remember her platinum blonde hair and her warm chocolate brown eyes. I have survived on my own for two years. That was a miracle since I was able to hunt the occasional rabbit on my own and depended on the well for water.

Now, the well was filled with blood. I hadn't seen anyone around, except for that weird boy.

Once I got back to my small cabin, I locked the door by putting a heavy box against it. We didn't bring much from our old world.

My mom explained to me how the war was lost, the war where seven demigods were tricked and failed. Gaia took over, but was cursed by a son of Poseidon to not wake up again. Her sons, the Giants, now ruled. The mortals were used a slaves. Some of the remaining demigods were smart enough to hide with their families. Others fought against them, but without the gods, who weren't answering, they lost.

My mom told me I was a demigod. She told me of two camps, Camp Jupiter and Camp Half-blood. She told me I was Greek.

Once, I asked her how she knew this stuff. She gritted her teeth and said, "Your father told me."

I shut up. Instead of asking about the Demigod world, I asked about how people were ten years ago. She told me about their style and the conflicts going on.

"I was a fan of Romney, since we lived in Massachusetts, until he ran for president! No way! My friends hated me for that since I told them I voted for Obama."

"Mom," I asked, "How do you think Obama re acted?"

My mom shrugged as she served me rabbit stew. "I guess he saw aliens because of the mist."

I laughed.

Now, staring at the door, I felt a sudden wave of sadness. I felt tempted to cry. I gulped my tears and turned away from the door. I slowly walked over to the candle on the table. I blew it out and lay on my bed.

That night, I dreamed I was in a room. There was light coming from those things called light bulbs. I had a vague memory of my mom dropping one in our small apartment when we lived in Massachusetts.

There was a round table in the middle, with two chairs facing each other across the table. An envelope was on the middle. The door was in the far left corner. Not a single window. The walls were a dark grey, giving you an eerie feeling.

I shivered. I pulled my small, wool, brown sweater tighter.

The door opened.

A woman, around her mid-twenties, walked in. She was tall, had a great posture, and walked with her head held high. Her black long hair was shiny. It looked soft. She had dark brown eyes. Her face looked strict. She was dressed in black tight pants, some leather boots, a silver jacket, and a dagger was strapped to her waist telling me she was a demi-god, or a descendant of one.

She stopped and sat down on a chair. At first, I thought she would see me, but then after she looked around and her gaze settled on me but kept going, I let a breath I didn't know I was holding.

A few seconds later, a guy came in. He was slightly taller than her and a lot younger; maybe around 18 years old. His clothes were all black, except for his hood which was grey. His black hair was all over the place. I couldn't see his eyes, but I imagined that they were also a dark brown.

He sat down on the other chair. I walked over to the front of the table, letting me see both of them. I was wrong. His eyes were a light brown.

He smiled at her and she simply glared at him.

"What do you want?" She asked. Her voice was commanding.

The guy chuckled as he opened the envelope. "Always straight to the point, Alex,"

Alex rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. "I swear that I'll-"

"Do what?" The guy interrupted with a sneer. A piece of paper was now in his hands. "You already took what I valued most."What did you take? I wanted to ask.

Alex gulped. "You know I didn't mean it like that."

The guy took a deep breath and handed her the paper.

She read it. Once she was done she said, "So, what do you want, Alex?"

I frowned. They're both named Alex? I asked myself. I shook my head and concentrated on their conversation.

Alex, the guy, laughed. "That's not your real name, is it?"

Alex, the girl, smirked. "Maybe it is, maybe it isn't."

Boy Alex laughed. "Come on; tell me your real name."

"Nope," She said popping the P.

Alex sighed and then asked, "I want you to find a certain daughter of the gods."

Fake Alex raised an eyebrow. "A direct child?"

Alex nodded. "Yep," He reached across the table and took the paper back. "This paper," He said as he lit it up on fire with a lighter, "Had the directions you have to do to get her back."

Fake Alex asked, "What do you mean to get her back?"

Alex grinned. "You'll find out soon enough."

"Fair enough, I like a good mystery." Fake Alex stated as they got up. The ashes of the paper were piled on the middle of the table, with the lighter on top. I noticed what looked like a tattoo on her left wrist.

Alex smiled. "Good, because you're doing this on your own,"

Fake Alex laughed. "Not the-"Before she could finish, she froze. "Someone's here with us."

I gasped and woke up before they could notice me.

Hello! I know that this is a little crazy. You might be saying, Hell no! They won that war! But I wanted to make a simply new story asking, What if they lose?

Crazy, right? Anyways, the reason why I'm starting a new story (for now, it depends if someone actually likes it so I can update) is b/c I lost my laptop charger with all the chapters on my other stories. Now, I have to do my HW on my mum's computer. Not that great since I had to start over my 1-page report for school.

Anyways, if you like it, please review and/or follow! That way, I can update sooner :)

To my other readers: I'm sorry but I am getting a new charger! I'll update as soon as possible when it arrives.

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