This is my second story posted on FanFiction. I have, however, been working on it for a while. I use a character I made up, Callie, to narrate and bring the world of Percy Jackson and the Kanes together! This is in her point of view. It takes place after the Heroes of Olympus, so I just guess on some details that haven't been revealed yet.
Chapter 1: Prologue
The infant started to wail as the burly man roughly wrapped her in a linen cloth. Nervously, the nurse glanced back out to the mother in the hospital room, starting to stir after the delivery. Her one year old son sat on the chair outside of the door, impatiently swinging his legs over the edge of his seat. He looked just like his sister, with jet black hair and green eyes.
Although the nurse had taken many children away from that hospital to bring to the House of Life, she had a pang of guilt about telling the single mother her daughter "died". Plus, she felt as though there was something more about the baby than just magical capabilities. She had been collecting mortal children who had developed these unusual ties for years, but never felt this bad. Biting her lip, she turned to the man holding the child.
"Be careful with her," she scolded. "Go take her to the House of Life to be inspected by the Chief Lector, and then someone will take her in to raise her under Egyptian influence."
The man nodded and pulled out his ivory wand. He walked over to the small obelisk in the corner of the room. Tapping it and muttering "W'peh", a swirling portal of sand appeared and he calmly stepped through, still holding the crying child.
Gulping, the nurse strode into the hospital room. The woman looked up.
"I'm sorry ma'am, but your daughter didn't make it. Her lungs weren't fully developed. She only took a few breaths," the nurse said in fake sympathy.
Tears ran down the woman's cheeks. "Can I see her?" she sniffled.
The lady grimaced. Why did they all want to see their "deceased" child? "Of course," she said briskly. She walked into the other room and took at an exact replica of the baby and handed it to the mother.
"Callie," she whispered sorrowfully as she stroked the doll. Glancing back at the heartbroken mother one last time, she left the room.
Carrying the linen wrapped girl, the man strode down the Hall of Ages, avoiding eye contact with the floating images. Iskandar, the Chief Lector, sat on his usual place at the foot of the throne. He looked up, regarding the baby girl with wise old eyes.
"Give her to me," he commanded. The magician obeyed, handing the squirming child to him. Iskandar carefully inspected Callie, running his wrinkly fingers down her cheek and forehead. "She definitely is a born magician, despite being of non-royal blood," he confirmed.
Desjardins emerged from the shadows, scowling at the infant. "Something is off about the wench though, something ancient and horrible. It is a great risk to bring her here!" growled Desjardins.
"While that may be," agreed the Chief Lector, "she bares great potential as a young warrior. We must bring her up in the House of Life."
He turned to the magician that had brought her there, and promptly handed Callie back to him. "Bring her to the fifty-fifth Nome; there is a couple there that is currently inactive and is waiting for an assignment from the House of Life. They should be welcome to the idea of raising her, since they were considering trying for a baby."
The man nodded and walked away, carrying Callie off to her chosen future.
I love prologues. They are so good at sucking people into stories... Please review!