PROLOGE MAVERICKS POV
It was a chilly evening on the beach in camp Half-blood. I was traning in the sand, my battle armor light on my body, my sword moving with fluid like motions. Of course it was. I was the daughter of Poseidon. Fighting always distracted me from my horrible childhood. My challenger's breath was ragged, for he was failing to disarm me. I laugh as he tries to hook my sword, but ends up dropping his sheild and I use that moment to kick him in the side. He groans and makes a dramatic show of falling onto the sun baked sand. I chuckle.
" you can never defeat me! I have such AMAZING fighting skills shocker boy!" I say teasingly.
" yes I will! I will have you on the ground begging for mercy!" Xander says in mock confidence.
"over my dead body!" but before we could start fighting, I felt darkness creeping over. I look at Xander with panic filled eyes. " oh crap" I mutter and my memories flood over me.
"stupid girl" Zariah spits out at me. I was on the floor, my nose bleeding and covered in cuts and bruises. My step-dad stood over me, his eyes filled with hatred, his breath reeked of alcohol. He raised his hand and smacked me across my face for the fifth time. He kicked my leg and punched my stomach.I was only 7 years old. " you're a stupid bitch. No one will ever love you, punk. You and your stupid mother. She was a happy play thing ya know?" he smiled, full of the devil. He reached out to touch me, as he did my mom all the time, but I didn't let him. I took a piece of broken glass in my hand.
" die in hell" I whispered, and as if something controlled me, anger, hurt, tiredness, hate, I thrust the glass into his chest, and wounded his ugly heart.
The mermories stop, and I curl into a ball to lower my breathing. where am I? I look around, and realize I'm in a lake. Fish swim above me, algae covered rocks under me. Seaweed swims toward the surface, but doesn't make any progress. seaweed brain, I thought. Then everything comes crashing down. The beach, the training. Xander. I stand and shot to the surface. Xander sits in the sand, a look of relief that im ok on his beautiful face. I run over to him and he embraces me, afraid that I will disappear.
" it happened again." he says sadly, stroking my back. All I can do is nod, afraid that if I say anything, I'll burst into tears. " a satyr came by, saying Grover needed help delivering kids to camp." I sigh.
" how many?" I ask him.
" four. At Manhattan high." he kisses my head. " only if you want to go."
" of course. Its always good to save kid's life." Xander laughs and nods in agreement. " alright. But please don't beat anyone up." I give him a innocent smile.
" why would I ever do that?" and I laugh like a mad scientist.