Me: well this is my first fanfiction! Yay!
Lydia: what does that have to do with me?
Me: nothing I'm just saying'
Lydia: ah well let's get on with it. Acire doesn't not own any of the Percy Jackson characters or places.
Me: wow that was easy and painless. Let's start the show!
Why did I have to be born in this generation? Why did my father have to go fight for Poseidon's side in the war? Why did my daddy have to be killed in the war by faulty armor.
If I had only been born before the war, long enough before so that I never had to experience it? It's not like I could make anything better, I'm still just a teenager. Me being born now is just an insult. It's like the Fates are after me and me alone.
Well that's how it feels anyway.
In reality, there's probably hundreds of kids out there like me, grieving over a lost parent in the war. I wasn't alone in this, but it sure felt like I was.
That infamous war I keep mentioning is the 3rd world war of the gods. All the predictions came true. Nothing in Greek mythology can be avoided, just put off. Including war.
It's been almost two years since the war ended, one year and eleven months to be exact, but life anywhere hasn't gotten better. The mortals don't know who to blame or how to rebuild. The government is falling apart from lack of trust and organization (there's a shock), so the mortals don't know who to blame more than ever. Life's not any better where I am either. Actually, I think its worst here in New York. My mother, Annabeth, (A/N *wink wink* gee I wonder who her father is…) is sending me to Camp Half Blood to stay for a little while she "sorts things out". Ugh, that conversation had not gone over well.
"Mom I don't want to go to Camp Half Blood! Where would I even stay? I'm technically two cabins." I reasoned with her in an exasperated tone.
"Lydia, my decision is final. I won't have you here when it's like this. You'll be protected there." She said in a strained voice.
"It shouldn't be final! I know how to defend myself and fight-you know that. I'll be just as much protected here than anywhere else, mom."
"I don't think that's-"
"And I can see what's coming at me!"
"But that doesn't mean you can defend-"
"Defend myself? Yes I can and you know it."
"LYDIA," she screamed finally. "I don't care what you say or what you see you are going to Camp Half Blood tomorrow." She sighed and shut her eyes, looking down slightly. Her voice rang with finality. "Why do you always have to be so difficult, Seaweed Brain?"
I didn't respond for several minutes. I couldn't think of anything to say to her.
"Mom," I said finally. She looked up at me. Her eyes were filled with deep, horrible pain and sadness. They were tearing up. "I'm not Seaweed Brain."
She nodded, tears beginning to spill over. "I know, baby, but you reminded me so much of him I just…" she trailed off, sobbing now. Tears were filling my eyes, too, and I walked up to her and hugged my mommy. We stood there for several minutes while she cried uncontrollably and I cried silently as we both mourned over the loss of my father. At the end she pulled away, still crying, and went up to her room, leaving me alone to pack for camp and think about the father I lost what seems like a hundred years ago.
The next morning I was ready for camp. The car ride to Long Island was quiet; mom wasn't in the mood to talk apparently. I sat in the shotgun position and watched the monsters wreak havoc on the world. A few monsters tried to follow us (I bet I smelled real interesting), but the whole reason mom got a sports car was to be able to outrun monsters. They gave up when they realized that we were getting out of reach.
The morning was bright and sunny, which was strange for the end of November. Bright sunlight shone through the tinted windows of the 370 Z model sports car. Our average speed was ninety. We got there in less than half and hour.
When we arrived, I hastily jumped out with my big bag o' stuff and sprinted up the hill to the camp. With this many monsters loose, I didn't really want to go slow. With my running speed, it didn't take me long to reach the top, but I staggered in my step when I saw Camp Half Blood. I blinked several times and came to a complete stop. I had never seen any place so destroyed in my entire life. The forest in the camp and on its surrounding borders was completely destroyed, every tree burned so bad it was all ashes. The once beautiful lake was now really low on water and it was a funky color; I won't be swimming any time soon. All the cabins and the buildings themselves looked fine and beautiful, but everything else was horrible. And on top of that, I didn't see anybody. All the dryads had faded and most of the naiads had fled or faded, too, but still. It looked like a ghost town. Amazingly though, the Golden Fleece was still on Thalia's tree with Peleus the guard dragon curled around the trunk. Well, that's good at least.
I started walking down the hill, still looking for people when I tripped on something and somehow fell backwards so that I slid on my butt the entire way down, big bag o' stuff in hand. When I got to the bottom I stood and brushed myself off. "Great," I muttered. "There goes 'no stains on this pair ok Lydia?'. Freakin' figures." I stalked off to the Big House on my search to find someone, anyone, alive.
I reached the steps of the Big House, me and all my stained shorts and dirty red long sleeved shirt, and looked up at it. All the lights were off, but that didn't say much cuz' the sun was out and it was, like, noon. It looked completely vacant. I stepped up on the first step and called "hello?" almost immediately the door opened up and a centaur stepped out on the porch, looking glad to see me, or anyone alive in particular.
The centaur trotted down the steps, his horse bottom half looking pretty shaky, and smiled at me. I stepped back onto the ground, but stumbled and almost fell down. He grabbed my arm and steadied me on the dirt and released me.
"Thanks. I don't need to fall twice today." I laughed.
"Don't mention it, child," he smiled again. "I am Chiron."
I smiled back. "It's nice to meet you Chiron. Nice to see someone survive. I'm Lydia," I paused and lowered my voice. "Did anyone else survive?"
He nodded grimly, as if to say 'yeah, but not much' and whistled. I looked behind me to see where he was looking. A small group of maybe five half bloods stepped out from a cabin, as if they had been discussing something, or hiding.
"Come Lydia. Lets meet them halfway." He slung me onto his back, big bag o' stuff left behind, and galloped to them. "Huh," I said. "I've never ridden a centaur before. Do you do races?" Chiron chuckled and replied "no I don't, but that would be…interesting." The way he said it made it seem like an inside joke. I guessed I didn't want to know.
We reached the group of campers then, and apparently they hadn't seen me behind Chiron because a few of them gasped when I got down, as strange as that is. I walked forward a few feet silently and faced the little group, directly in the middle.
"Chiron, who is this?" a dark haired boy about my age asked. But he didn't just ask. He said it like something was wrong with me. My temper flared.
Chiron opened his mouth to tell him my name, but I beat him to the punch, almost literally.
"Uh, this," I said, pointing to myself, "is Lydia. And who might this be?" I challenged, gesturing to him. His blue eyes narrowed. The other campers didn't say anything. I don't think they wanted to.
"Lydia, Ryan, stop. Now is not the time." Chiron intervened. I narrowed my eyes at Ryan and straightened up, crossing my arms. That's funny; I don't remember leaning in to tell him off. It must've been subconscious.
"Why are we here Chiron?" one of the campers asked from the back of the group.
"We're here because of Lydia." He answered, only he said it with double meaning. Like I did something bad.
"Lydia? What, are we doing introductions or something?" Ryan asked rudely. That little bitch. Like I would want to know him.
"Yes, actually. We'll go around and each say our names, godly parentage, and one interesting fact about ourselves." Chiron announced, seeming satisfied. Godly parentage. This'll be fun. He turned to Ryan. "Let's start with Ryan and go around the group since you two seem to be so into each other." He said slyly, glancing between us. I shuddered and he made a disgusted face. The other campers stifled giggles.
"Fine," he mumbled. "My name is Ryan, son of Aphrodite, and I can juggle five biscuits at a time." I stifled back a giggle and he glared at me.
Ill have to admit I didn't pay much after that. I only caught that a girl named Karlie was a daughter of Iris, which I found kind of unusual. Daughter of Iris? I mean, I thought I thought Iris didn't have demigod children. Ah well it doesn't matter.
When they got to me, I said something real smart like, "huh? Oh yeah," to start of with. Here goes nothing. "My name is Lydia and I can see through the Mist."
Everyone started staring again, only now they looked at me like I was stupid or something. "What?" I mumbled.
"Lydia," Chiron said, "do you know your parentage?"
Yeah, I sure do. "Uh, I don't know how to answer that question exactly. I don't have godly parentage." I said, putting emphasis on parentage. Chiron looked perplexed, but not really, like he already knew.
"What do you mean, Lydia?" he asked.
"Well, for me, its godly grand parentage." I replied
"You're only half a demigod?" Ryan asked skeptically. I sighed, exasperated. They weren't getting it.
"No, I'm not half a demigod. I'm the grandchild of two gods, well a god and a goddess. I'm the child of two demigods." I explained. I have to admit, it was fun watching everyone's eyes go as big as golf balls. I felt special.
Now Chiron looked wary. "Which two?" he asked. My eyes were shining, I could feel it.
"Well, by looking at my face, you should be able to figure out my grandmother if you knew anything about mythology." I said smugly. Six pairs of eyes flashed to my face and got big again.
"So Athena and…" Chiron said, trailing off, hoping I would fill in for him. But I decided to show them. I needed practice anyway.
"Turn and face the lake." I suggested, well, more like commanded. As they turned, I raised my hand to the lake, palm facing the water, and did something my father had taught me- draw the power of the sea. I felt one pair of eyes looking back at me, but I didn't look to see who it was.
A huge column of water (nasty black water though) shot thirty feet into the air and everyone gasped. I smirked and closed my fist; the water in the column turned into a huge water ball suspended fifteen feet above the lake. This took most of my energy; in no time at all, I was breathing heavily. Within thirty seconds of making the ball I gasped and opened my fist. The water fell back to the lake as my arm fell to my side.
Everyone turned to stare at me again, eyes wide and mouths hanging open. Except for Chiron; he had closed his eyes sadly as if his worst fear or nightmare had been confirmed. "You're Percy and Annabeth's daughter." He stated, eyes still closed and head slightly bowed. I just nodded, too drained to talk yet. He looked devastated.
"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait," the girl named Karlie said. "How did you do that? We're a good seventy yards away from the lake…" she trailed off and looked at me. "Its Athena and Poseidon isn't it?" she whispered ( A/N here's a hint for all you people who don't know who Percy's father is * haven't read the series*). I nodded, still too tired to talk from the filth water display.
"What's your full name? Middle name included." Chiron asked, hiding the wariness pretty well. Ugh, great. I knew this was coming. I don't like my name. It sounds so awkward, but he asked, so…
"Lydia Grace Jackson," I panted. "Hey, where's the nectar around here? Wait, never mind, I have some in my big bag o' stuff." I grinned before turning and jogging over to my bag, using what little energy I still had. When I got there, I dug around and pulled out a blue medium sized thermos of nectar. I opened it, took a swig or two, capped it and put it back. The warmth of the liquid spread through me, re-energizing me. I stood and sprinted back to them, coming to a graceful stop and kicking a good amount of dirt in Ryan's direction. Ha.
I looked at Chiron expectantly, though I don't exactly know what I was expecting. Probably something along the lines of a cabin to throw all my crap in. but that's not what I got.
"So," Chiron said, trotting around me, "you have your mother's eyes and build and your father's hair and face. Yes, yes, strong and lithe like Annabeth with jet black hair and stormy grey eyes." He muttered to himself. I eyed him suspiciously. He was starting to sound like a pedophile. But I knew better; mom and dad have talked about him for years. But the interrogation continued. "When's your birthday, Lydia?" he asked.
"December 21st." I told him. He stopped trotting, thank the gods. Karlie spoke up again.
"The same day as winter solstice?" she gasped. I nodded, "yeah." I said. This girl seriously needed to get with the times. Chiron was silent. I looked up at him, confused.
"Lydia," he spoke solemnly. "It's time we discussed the war."
Me: well there you have it. My first chapter.
Lydia: having fun?
Me: very much, yes.
Lydia: where's the second chapter?
Me: crap! Still on paper… ok I gotta go
Lydia: its about time
Me: why don't you like me?
Lydia: you killed my father dumbass!
Me: oh…right…It wasn't me I swear!
Lydia: shut up