Journal Entry- 1 "The Beginning" * PROLOGUE*
All right, this story is clearly about my so-called "life" and me. So, if you not okay with the fact that it took hard work to write this, then leave. Don't care if you don't like it but acknowledge the fact that this "story" took a while.
Anyway, I'm going to be nice enough to give you my name. Well, hear it is: Clio Harvard. But people call me Tex. Anybody who doesn't will meet my ugly side, again. Okay, you heard my name, enough small talk. If you're wondering some things about me, here is the time to listen.
I am Tex, dead leader of Camp Reach, daughter of the goof of the sun and the witch of the night. Apollo and Nyx, if you are too dumb to realize that. This is my private camp island, an island somewhere in the southern Atlantic Coast. On my island, I have a Greek training camp. Excuse me, ELITE Greek training camp. This isn't CHB, this isn't Camp Roman Fags, this is Camp Reach. We don't play around here. So if you're a demigod and want to learn how to actually fight, we might just welcome you with open arms, well not me of course.
YOU are a camper. YOU will respect each and every person on this island; even the alive ones. YOU are expected to take care of yourself. YOU will one day be what they call "Worthy Fighters."
But remember, this camp isn't for everyone if you aren't one of us. This is for those who are the unwanted kind and over 13. We won't be taking in kids- too much unnecessary explaining. And consider well, that even though you might have these things, you need to be willing to go through years of hard training, deaths, and… other hard-to-explain things that might happen to you.
Camp is probably what you will call "home." Our special type of demigod will be grateful to not live on the streets. Camp will always be open, every day of every year. It doesn't close, as long as I'm here. But that won't be long…
~May 22, 2008… 3:47 A.M.
"Tex!" asked Carter while staring at his laptop.
"Carter, can't you see I'm busy?" I replied angrily. He knew better to interrupt my journal writing.
"Well, I thought you'd like to know that I found-" He began but I cut him off by getting off the table we were sitting on and stared daggers at him.
"Could you just shut up for a minute- wait. What did you find?"
"I found people we can help. It says here that they're four kids who are friends, "Kat, Jorge, Emile, and… a dude named "Jun". They are all friends except they don't really like Jun." He said as he got up also.
"It's pronounced, June."
"Oh, alright."
"Don't alright me! Come on! Let's find these people!" I closed my journal and went to my bunk and packed all my stuff. It wasn't much; toothbrush, clothes, weapons, money, and a survival kit just in case thing get bad. But with a team of Carter and I, there was no way.
I looked out the window and some Carter writing something on our base wall. It's kind of our thing since it's our base. BASE IV. They had 24 newly built bases for when we open our camp. Our camp is for demigods who have not one, but two godly parents. These demigods, like me, are powerful than ever. Now, all we need to do is get them here to train.
"Carter, let's go." I commanded.
"I just finished. We are heading to Los Angelos by the way. They don't know we're coming so we will probably surprise them."
"That's good for them. They'll probably learn quicker if they get used to us now. Okay, get the chariots ready and bring them up front. We're not going risk a vehicle; especially since we just finished them."
He nodded in reply, and ran over to get the chariots. You see, Carter and I had met at 10 years old. So four years of being great friends. I being the awesome fighter had trained him. Together, we build Camp Reach on this huge island. So, for about a month, we have been looking for recruits to train. Basically, Carter and I were really close even though I boss him around. But… this is a military operation. I boss all I want. It's my life to direct military. It also is part of my job of course.
Carter ran up with the golden miniature sun chariot, signaled to me, and we got on, heading to nothing but Los Angelos. This was only the start of my story so don't get too comfortable.
We were tired; we were beaten up, and needed rest for the absence of sleep for about three days. Carter and I were in Los Angelos, of course, but I have never been here before. It also wasn't helping to the fact that every minute of the day we'd be attacked. Which was no problem for Carter and me. But… it was getting old and tiring.
We were in an old beaten up hotel in the southern part of Los Angles, kind've by the LAX Airport. The room was apparently going for the beautiful beach/ Hawaii theme but the blue curtains were wore down and faded. The wooden bed was scratched and looked like it couldn't hold the weight of a feather much less the old, stained mattress partly hanging off the bed. On the side a crimson colored circle of- you guessed it, blood. The bathroom had a mildew-y shower and the toilet did not flush. They didn't have any toilet paper or towels either.
Parts of the sandy looking carpet was gone and I knew that the TV had no cable, plus the fact that we had to work to get it to even turn on. The stupid pillows were stuffed with old newspapers from the 80's. I took one out and stared at the heading…
California News, Dec. 9, 1980
"John Lennon was will always be a memory…" Yesterday John Lennon arrived at his hotel the "Dakota" but little did he know about the World crisis before four bullets went into his back…"
The paper went on about the Beatle that was shot but I didn't have time to chat and study how John Lennon was killed. More important things were rattling around in my head and the anxiousness to meet these demigods was too strong to bear.
May 24, 2008… 8:38 P.M.
"When will we be leaving?" Carter said softly, interrupting my thoughts.
"Hm?" I asked, not paying attention to his question.
"I had asked," He began," when were we leaving this hotel? Hey are you feeling all right? You seem, um, a bit angry or something-"
"I'm not a bit angry, Carter! I just want to get these people, bring them to Reach, and see how it goes. Is that too much to want? And you know I don't like traveling around big cities like this."
"Don't get all mad! I was just asking. I'm curious about these people too, Tex. They're older than us and you never know… but if anything happens, we'll kill them." Carter finally finished and after breathing heavily, taking his earphones out and plugged them into his IPod. He was listening to music but I knew he was waiting for me to say something. I guess I liked Carter. His brown, wavy hair was always in his light blue/hazel eyes, his white T-shirts fit his muscles perfectly.
No, no. You didn't come hear to read a love novel, and I won't give you one. I was 14, and I was certainly not going to fall in love with my best friend; my trainee. The only person who was always there for me and never judged me because I was on the Olympus' Top wanted list. They'd never get me, they wouldn't get us: Carter and I were a team.
"Sorry, I-I, I'm going to bed." I spread the blanket out wide, got my bag, and put it down and used it as a pillow. No way I'd want to sleep with the "John Lennon" news. I lay down and closed my eyes to sleep. I tried to at least. It's been about 20 minutes and I still can't sleep. I'm trying to but no matter how still I stay, bad thoughts just kept coming to me.
Carter got up, unplugged his earphones, and threw his beaten up IPod on the bed. A perfect match: beaten up IPod, beaten up bed. And toilet. And curtains. And carpet. And TV. Got the point?
Carter sighed and plopped down next to me. He cracked his knuckles, and pursed his lips. "I know you're awake."
"And…?"
"This quest sort of thing has been too easy for us. Something is defiantly wrong."
"Hmm, I don't think so Carter. Maybe it's just you."
"Do you like me? I mean, just wondering."
"Um, yeah I like you. You're my friend, right?" I answered, knowing that wasn't the real question he asked. He had wanted to know my feelings for him. Like I'd tell him in a million years. He turned to me and got a little closer. "That's not what I meant."
Then, an old, like ancient lady banged open the door and scowled at us, "Here's your towels!" She growled, set the brown looking towels on the floor, and left us alone again.
My eyes shifted back to his. He turned away and I nodded and lay down. This time, fell asleep. Of course, it wasn't peaceful. I have dreams that always come back to haunt me, whether I like it or not. But it was a dream you couldn't hear- well you didn't want to- put it that way.
CARTER P.O.V.
Okay, so the moment with Tex. She had totally avoided the question like I was some ugly bug that she wanted to squish. I liked her, but I couldn't tell her that. She has trained me for a long time. She has ancient battle skills so her training is difficult, horrible, and long. I mean, since the last four years it was just we, Tex and I, we had moments like this; awkward and confusing moments that made me wonder if she liked or hated me. That's why I'm so nervous towards her. And some other reasons I cannot speak of. No, really. Tex said her past is forbidden to tell. So, that's all I can tell you. That's all she pretty much told me anyway.
I was in the bathroom brushing my teeth when she woke up. She was fourteen like me. Her hair was light blonde and straight and flowed to her almost halfway to her waist. Perfect curves, strong muscles (I'd know), beautiful smile, cute freckles, sweet but demanding voice, no make-up…just natural, and just perfect everything. She was pale but being the daughter of Nyx she looked scary with her dark-blue-almost-black eyes and pale skin that looked good on her.
Her Dad's features were mostly only during the day. She had Apollo's smile, humor, and outgoingness. But she was more like her mom; at night, she was pretty but dangerous. I should've told her how I felt, but Tex would never go for it. Did you see her reaction? I think now she'd kill me; and she was perfectly capable of it.
I walked out still in a trance and bumped into her. Gods, why did this keep happening? She had just gotten dressed in the closet and wore jeans and a T-shirt. I was still in my clothes from yesterday. "My bad, didn't see you," I said staring at her. Her eyes were staring daggers at me until she replied, "Um, let's go." I nodded as we got our stuff and checked-out of this cruddy hotel.
We were on a bus heading to the place where we thought these demigods lived. They didn't post much info on their website but Tex could smell a demigod a thousand miles away. I also have to admit this was the worst bus ride ever! There was a couple of 16 year old kids making-out next to us, a man snoring in the back of us, and two Beverly Hills preppy girls laughing and gossiping about Justin Beaver. What ever his name was. "This is one hell of a bus ride…" I whispered to Tex. She seemed uneasy. She looked kind've angry and looked like she wanted to pick a fight. That means she knows a monster is near. I think so.
"Tex, I want to talk to you. But first-" I said loudly but we all were interrupted by the bus slamming to a stop. I grabbed the seat and Tex's hand in a seconds notice. Everyone except us two was pushed to the front and some through the windshield. I turned to tell Tex something but she was already jumping over seats to get to the back exit. I cursed, and soon, joined her.
TEX P.O.V.
When the bus slammed on the brakes, Carter grabbed my hand. "I could hold on myself, thank you very much!" I screamed at the obsessed Carter as we were helping the people get out the crashed bus. We were helping until something screeched a high-pitched roar. " What was that?" Carter said nervously. I looked at him and we both pressed the center of our necklaces. Mine was silver with a diamond stone I got from my immortal mother when I was a baby. Carter's was a copy of mine that I had made for him but his was a black chain with a lighter version of a sapphire. He didn't know his godly parents and was never claimed. Even though I never told him, the gods couldn't fool me on who his parents were.
Anyway, we pressed it and out sprung me jet-black chain mail armor and him blue colored celestial bronze armor. Carter got out his best weapon: a celestial bronze spiked spear of fire while his sword of winds and his black axe swung on his back and by his side. Me? My strength was my fingerless two 3 inch poisonous spikes on each knuckle of my special kick-butt gauntlets (Carter also was wearing a pair). My fiery whip that hung by my side along with a skinny black ancient blade with bloodstains from the killing of an ancient hero. The hero I cannot tell you but she went around with this sword and killed monsters. When she defeated them, she sucked their soul into the magical hilt so that they wouldn't reform. An interesting story.
I also held my staff of light (a staff made out of nothing but sun light) for magical emergencies and a little sunburn if an enemy touches it. I had my axerang (or as Carter calls it, the Texerang) was a four sided throwing knife made of darkness. A type of material that will suck your soul out of its carcass. Along with that, my bow, that does nothing- I think. Well, I never run out of arrows. That's its awesomeness.
Okay, as you already know, we spend a lot of time making weapons even though we have nothing to do with Hephaestus. Well, most of them are ancient battle weapons that I got and handed down to Carter. Some were gifts, some were found, and some were made. All we know is that these are some of the most powerful weapons ever created in Greek times.
As we turned around, we face a two-headed dragon serpent. No, not what you think. One head was located at the tip of his tail while the other was in its normal place. It still looked strange though. But I knew this ugly creature. This was Amphisbaena, the ancient dragon who was formed by my idiot friend, Perseus, when he cut of Medusa's head. The blood from her had made Amphisbaena.
"Tex, what is that thing!" Carter screamed as I was staring at it. It screeched again at us as poison dripped from its fangs. Dam, this wasn't going to be nice.
"Carter, this is a two headed dragon and it obviously wants its butt kicked. Shall we grant its wish?" I said clearly, staring back and forth form Carter and Amphisbaena. Carter nodded and we charged the dragon, Carter with a spear, me with my sword.
I slashed upward and hit the dragon in the chest the first try. He bled yellow, slimy blood, but it wasn't enough to destroy him. Carter took the front head and I made my way toward the back head. I slashed and dodged for a while until one of the heads was almost completely off. I slung twice and smoothly dodged attacks like it was nothing. It was a hard and ancient monster, so it'd take a while to kill.
I managed to dodge some fire and its poisonous teeth but something nicked me in my shoulder. I looked over to my shoulder and saw poison dripping everywhere. I never let my eyes off this thing and it got me. Or did it… I was now fighting two dragonheads. Where was Carter? I looked around and didn't see him anywhere. Not the shop, not the road, not here. "Carter?" I screamed as loud as possible but no answer. I dodged fire again and took out my staff and cast ice on it. It was a fire and poisonous dragon so its weakness would be ice. Some damage but this wasn't a weapon to kill it with.
I was fighting both heads at once when I heard a muffled scream. I turned all around to see if it was Carter but no luck. No luck when the dragon claws flung me thirty feet into a building either.
I opened my eyes slowly and my vision was red. I looked at the shop I crashed into, "Pink Berry Frozen Yogurt." I had crashed into a brick wall and most of the bricks in the particular area were gone; surrounded by me. It was my powers that kept me alive. And the river, if you must.
I tried to get up but the River Styx couldn't help me too much anymore. Its magic was fading quickly, way too quickly. As a result, the dragon was facing me about eight feet away, "I guess my journey ends here. Yay." I yawned sarcastically but I wouldn't let it kill me. Maybe.
The citizens were going crazy along with police trying to kill the beast. But Carter was gone. The punk had left me alone. "Carter could might as well be in your stomach right now!" I accidentally said aloud to the monster, raising my sword barely. It growled and I closed my eyes. To tell you the truth, the end felt good. MY end felt good, not Carter's. I hoped he was all right.
I thought I'd never open my eyes again but boy was I wrong. The dragon(s) screamed in agony, and I opened my weary eyes. I watched a sword stick out from the inside of its belly and see it slide across, slicing the beast open. What came out the stomach (which is ironically weird, if you know what I mean…) was my best pal, Carter, cover in slime from head to toe. He saw me and yelled, "You have NO idea!"
The monster faded as I replied, "Well, that was, good. Err, interestingly good. But, uhh, let's go." He gave me a winning smile and leaned over to help me up. Gross, slime.
"Um, is there something you need to say to me?" He asked. I got up but fell on Carter because of my ankle. He caught me with his muscles I helped him build all the years, whoa'd, and looked into my eyes.
"Hurt yourself?" He said in his home, country-boy accent.
"Yeah."
Silence. We were in that position again and if I could walk, or even talk, I would run away almost having a miniature heart attack. I mean his wanting eyes which beautiful blue and grey mixed eyes, perfect body, perfect tan, perfect hair, and so… He-could-talk-you-into-anything-with-his-handsome-face-and-smile. He crinkled his nose and put me on the ground. "Let me check the time and get you healed." He whispered grimly to me. I was not upset, but furious. What ever, he was my friend- nothing else.
"It's 2:35 P.M. and, I hate to tell ya, but, we have no poison medicine. We, um, might have to ask assistance…" He mumbled.
"No way! I can't! What part of I'M BANNED FROM OLYMPUS DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND?" I screamed at him, angrier than ever.
"The part where you are poisoned with no medicine or healing!" He yelled back, wanting to start something.
"Let me freaking' die! Take me to Hades, I don't care!" I said loudly, pointing to the ground. You do not know how long my life actually was. Carter didn't even know. Let's just say, that I'm an ancient part of history.
"No Tex, I won't let you die. I-I got to tell you something. I-I can do more things with my powers. Y-you see, when I saw the monster healing its self and junk, I thought of his weakness: his soft stomach. I thought really, really hard and… I appeared in his stomach. The wind just took me it seemed, and I was there, like in the stomach, where I wanted to be; but not really, I mean." He said in one breath, staring at my shoulder that was jacked up. But on the up side, my whole body was jacked up.
"So, you can teleport, right?"
He nodded and told me that he would go to Camp and get a special herbal medicine to help heal it. I told him all right and he stood back up. He closed his eyes tight and was almost whispering to himself. Winds started to swirl around his body and he glowed a soft blue. I looked at him once more before turning back to the building sign. Then, he was gone. I had to admit it was impressive, but it meant he was closer to finding his parents. And, I was ordered to never let him know, but it think it was too late. Oops, my bad.
CARTER P.O.V.
I opened my eyes, hoping to see Camp, but I was nowhere near there. I was in a beautiful palace decorated with light blue stones and gems. I was nervous to take a step forward on the tiled floor filled with pictures of the god who lived here. Tex had told me that to never trust them, no matter what happened. And, I agreed. Tex and I and other demigods with two parents were embarrassing, unwanted mistakes. Like Athena and Poseidon having a kid; special and unwanted because, it'd just be too weird if anyone found out. Yeah…
Okay, honestly, I didn't need this: Tex was hurt, I pictured to go to camp, didn't work. My life sucks as bad as Tex's. No, not really. Dam I'm thinking about her again. How would she say that she wanted to die? I mean, she mine as well just rip my heart out. I don't know; I'm so confused… I bet she's not because she's perfect. She is an awesome fighter and just everything. She has a lot of problems but she never complains. Anyway, I moved forward. Whatever this "god" needed I'd do and then leave. I bet Tex is already yelling at me to hurry.
I walked alone across the beautifully tiled floor, trying not to pay attention to the pictures. But it was impossible. The pictures tiles were alluring.
I stared down and took a look at some. It was a dude with a war horn with air blowing all around him. Then, it was the same guy with a pretty lady. A goddess with brown hair and a green dress. It looked almost like a nymph but not the same elfish features. I moved a little to right and stared down at the picture next to it. I couldn't believe it; I was going to have a heart attack or stroke if I had this right. In the picture was the same couple, but with a baby wrapped in a blue blanket with a gold trimming. The baby was obviously a guy that had brown hair and light blue and grey eyes. He was smiling and had a tiny little freckle on his ear. I'd know that because I have one too.
I moved my hand to my ear as my body began to burn. This can't be me. Ohh, no! No, no, no! "I have to get out of here!" I said to myself, like I was in a creepy trance. But I was in a creepy trance. I reached over my shoulder and got my spear out. I quietly made my way to the huge corridors and pushed on the lock. It was stuck, of course. I dropped my spear and messed with the lock. It wasn't budging. This lock wasn't like a key lock but like a big wooden pillar that stretched across to the other side. You had to have a good bit of strength to work it but still, this door was stuck or locked from the outside.
I kept pushing for about ten minutes before I gave up. I was stuck in here with the creepy pictures and me, all alone. I crumpled to the ground and sat there. The picture flashed in my head and I thought, "If that is me, then this is my home." The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to look around and see more embarrassing pictures. No, not really, but I got up anyway. I walked around the place and noticed three thrones. One big and one smaller next to each other like a king and queen. The other was far off to the right of the king's throne. They were awesomely decorated so I decided to check them out. The king sized one was almost was almost like a compass of thing- I figured "compass" because it had one on the side. The queen's was beautifully decorated with pearls and girly things like that. The one to the far right was my kind of style. Dark blue with gunmetal grey spiky designs on the top. I walked closer to it and studied it more.
I don't know if I was crazy but I sighed and sat in it. I mean, what's going to happen? Spikes will come out and slice me in half? I relaxed and closed my eyes wondering if it vibrates or something. Probably not but it didn't matter; I finally felt at home.
The wind began to rustle from the open windows and my eyes shot open. It least, they shot open to about ten guards with swords, spears, and bows. With my reflexes, my hand reached over my back to my spear. It wasn't there. It was on the floor by the corridors, by the freaking guards. I looked back at the guards and asked, "Uhh, I guess now I run right?" They nodded and I jumped of the chair and ran down an endless hall until I notice it was a dead end.
I swear they had planned this because all the possible doors were locked. So well, I was screwed. I held my ground as long as possible until they came crashing through the palace, breaking all the valuables and things. I slammed my hand against the wall and I remembered that I had my gloves. I'd have to fight with these because of the absence of my sword and other weapons I dropped before I went into the dragon. My fists readied its self and I clashed with the warriors.
I swung my fists like Tex had taught me but when I hit one right in the cheek, my hand went through it and all my strength I put into the swing made me fall. They surrounded me but no matter how I swung or what place I swung at, it went through like a ghost. So, in a matter of time I realized they were made out of air or something and I had a bunch of swords and other weapons against me. These guys were impossible to beat. "Okay, what do you want? I didn't trespass. I just appeared here okay? So allegedly, you can't do-" I yelled full of anger as they grabbed me and gagged my mouth with a piece of cloth. I punched and kicked to try to escape but I was no use. I wish Tex were here; she'd have a plan.
I was waiting outside a door with the guards. I had gotten away once but was caught again. Now, they shoved something loony down my throat and I could even keep my eyes open I was so tired. But, I learned to fight it. "Where am I?"
"Shut up, mortal!" screeched an air thingy.
"I'm not mortal! I'm a son of…. of… I don't know all right! But I'm a demigod!" I answered, half awake.
"Yeah, yeah! We'll see what the King says!" said the guard that shoved crud down my freaking mouth.
"I hope he orders his head chopped off!" said another.
"Okay, me too! Now open the door Gale!"
"Yes, boss!"
"Yes boss!" I mimicked, sounding like Gale.
"HEY!" exclaimed Gale while slapping me in the head.
"Just open the door!" growled "boss". They opened another corridor to the kings
Palace throne room and I saw a broadcasting camera and a background you see on weather channels. They brought me in, wait dragged me in and plopped me on the ground, saying, "Pay your respects!" They all went to the door and shut it behind them but stayed in the room. They took off their armor and what reveled was 16-year-old guys; but made out of air and the winds.
I looked around at the same styled room as the one I was in a few minutes ago. I finally noticed the king. He had a little bit of grey in his brown hair, a light baby blue suit on with moving clouds that changed from light, fluffy to dark, stormy clouds. Well, all I saw the King's back, at least. He grunted and began to say, "So boys, what did ya'll find? Is it a scrawny mortal or a demigod who wants something from me? Just like that Jason boy and…what was his name? Oh yes, Odysseus."
"Actually, Sir, he says he's demigod but he doesn't know his parent so he must be a mortal thief!" spoke up a guard.
The king sighed and warningly said to me, "Listen kid, I don't like visitors. So-" He stopped when he turned around to me. He gasped as he dropped the picture he was holding. I watched as the same picture as the one in the tile, the one of the baby fell to the hard floor and cracked into pieces. "Hey, I didn't want to be here, I just appeared here! And just asking but you know that picture?" I said pointing to the broken glass on the ground. " Do you happen to know that dude and that lady and that kid?" I questioned, my voice failing. No answer. "Um, master, do you want me to get the axe and chop his head off, 'cause he's weird." said one that I heard his name was Chuck. "No, no" said the king in a trance like I was. "Wait, is he your so-" asked one of the air thingies. "Shut Up!" screamed the king with full anger and the little air-person disappeared into dust. I actually felt sorry for it.
"Mellie!"
"Yes Sir," said a girly voice and a girl in a white dress that made her look like she was floating- because she was. She had an elfish face like a nymph or dryad by I knew that she was an aura. Tex has a friend that is one. -Long- story. Anyway, this aura came rushing in, pen and clipboard in her hands. And when she was whispering to the King, I could see a wallet- sized picture of her and a big, short satyr. Wow, even I didn't keep pictures of girls I liked the past years. Which, of course would be narrowed down to Tex. I mean, four years togeth-
"Ohh, I see! Sir, are you going to tell him?"
"Shhh, Nellie! He's right there!"
The aura shifted uncomfortably back and forth looking at me, while she politely corrected the King mistake about her name. I shifted uncomfortably because of all the eyes on me. Did they have something on my head or a note on my back that said, "Kick me!"? Really? What was everyone staring at?" I elbowed the air dudes next to me and got up from being on my knees. I kicked two right in the stomach and they fell while I grabbed his sword. I was horrible with these things and preferred a spear but this was better than nothing. I began to slash and block the other monsters attacks as I wounded half of them. The other half backed away. And I knew why. I was glowing a light blue on the outline of my body and the fact that my hands and feet finally didn't go through the air people. Instead, I hit them with an even greater force than usual. "Yeah, that's right, be afraid!" I yelled, ruining my pride that was never there.
I turned to the King with full battle face, "Listen, I didn't mean to come here. All I wanted is to save my –friend-, just friend, and I wanted to know my life. I don't know who I am. Please, help me. And then I'll leave. Won't ever bother you again. Won't even speak of it, if that helps."
I poured all my unwanted feelings into that and no freaking answer. Fine, this blue -trimmed person was getting the hell outta here. I turned and started to walk toward the doors, pointing the sword at anything that decided to attack me. "No, wait! Don't leave. Please, son, don't leave.," said the king. I kept walking until I interpreted his sentence. "Please son, don't leave…." Is he, my d-dad? "Yup, go say hi to your daddy!" interrupted one of the air thingies.
"Shut up, you fag." I turned at the air person who was taunting me.
"Hello, brother!" a girl voice said and a whole bunch of auras like Mellie came up and hugged me and welcomed me home. Was this crazy day?
"Um… hi…." I whispered, still surprised.
"Yeah, yeah! That's our bro. Ha ha! The Prince of the Winds has finally had enough smarts to realize he has to do with us. Whoo-pie! Congratz!" said the "Boss" sarcastically.
I ignored them for the first time as I looked at the King. I finally realized that he kind've looked like the dude in the picture. But, instead of having the ugly plastic-like face he had in the picture, he had a farmer's tan and a clean Hollywood movie star nervous face. His eyes were identical to mine. I also noticed that he was King Aeolus, god of the winds. And, I was Carter, son of this guy.
We both gulped at the same time but then he began, "Sorry, for the sort notice. I-I haven't had a kid in a while and I just- Are you going to look up or not?" I looked up and saw the wind blowing out the battle horn: the wind god's symbol. Then, the blue trim and symbol disappeared.
"It's alright, I was kind've caught off guard too." I answered angrily, while staring at my shoes.
"Yeah." He replied simply. You couldn't hear a pen drop.
"Oh, jeez! Men these days! Daddy, you know Carter deserves a proper celebration! Come on Dad! And Carter, we have a wonderful surprised for you!" said the auras, my half sisters.
"Come on Daddy! The Prince has returned! This calls your whole summer castle to have a celebration!" They pleaded once more. Prince? I mean I was okay with being Carter, but not Prince. That sounded gay.
Aeolus looked nervous. He spoke up dully though, "Yes, yes… This calls for a welcoming celebration. Would you like to join us for dinner?"
"DADDY!"
"-And a party. Something like that. Oh, and son, you can help me with my weather broadcast! Oh, which by the way, is in ten minutes!" the king perked up.
"And you can help us help us make new wind dress designs!" spoke up the auras.
"And, help us capture the evil wind spirits." said the good wind spirits, my half brothers, aka the Air Thingies. It actually sounded okay. I was exhausted and actually wanted to some day capture wind spirits- no dress designs, or weather broadcast. Then, I could leave…
"No. I mean thanks for your offer but my friend is in big trouble and if I don't help her she'll…"
"No Carter! That's your surprise! Ta-da!"
I heard the doors creak open and in walked a girl about my age with blonde hair and a clean new outfit. Texas. "Carter, my daughters healed you girlfriend and got her to join our, uhh, party."
"He's not my boyfriend!"
"She's not my girlfriend!"
"Carter man, you are a lair." said the air dude, sipping out of a gold chalet.
"Hey pal, I'd back up if I were you!" Tex said aloud and showed her spiky gloves she still had on.
"Feisty and cute; good job, Carter."
Aeolus chuckled, "Yes, very well done my son. Good taste." Mellie nodded. "Psh, I could've done better." I laughed as a joke. Everyone started laughing along, enjoying the amusement. "I mean, since I'm royalty and all, maybe some more chicks around this place would be cool." Everyone laughed with me, but Tex didn't. Her eyes blazed with an evil fire, and she stormed over to me.
"You know, while you fart around with a god, I'll be accomplishing the mission. Remember? The quest where we go to California, get the people, and start our own Camp? Yeah, that one, Carter."
"Jeez, Tex! Chill out, we'll go do the quest later." I said coolly, and my family hooted in reply. Tex tapped her ring and her spike gloves disappeared. She looked up at me; disappointment and anger at me with her every glare. And then said at an unsteady pace, "Carter, don't do me the pleasure. Next time I am trapped and need help, I will get it all my own. I am the one with the power, and you are not. She ripped off the ring and threw it at me. The thick piece of metal hit me in the cheek and stung like a bee sting. Then, it clanged to the floor. You see, I had given her that friendship ring that showed our years training as fighters. But now, friendship wasn't in her eyes.
She smoothly exited out the door while I called her name helplessly, "Tex! Wait, don't go! Wait!" but it was too late. It was all too late.
OKAY… that's my first Ch. (IT'S JUST A PROLOGUE, ha I'm killing you guys. Right now they're only 14. Real story is 16) *Hope ya'll liked it and… as everyone wants: REVIEW. I need opinions to write better. Also, I know it starts off with a lot of action but I wasn't going to waste time being boring and just talking, stuff like that.
LOTS OF LOVE… I wanted ya'll to know how much trouble they have being apart. If you are curious about my new couple, keep reading, I end up writing the Ch. Soon enough where the finally… ya know.
UPDATE!...I will update on weekends or whenever I feel like it. As you can see, my Ch. are pretty long.
NOTE: Please, when I finally get to it, help me make campers and leaders for Camp Reach. Team leaders Alpha- Omega… that's 24. Make them, reuse them, give em' to me for leaders for teams and I will at one point add them in! The info for demigod must be…. Name, age, style, appearance, favorite weapon(s), attitude, friends, mortal/ godly parents (doesn't have to apply to the special two immortal demigod rule like Tex, but I prefer it), single or dating- if so fill another out for your BF or GF or even EXs- I like to spice it up. That's about it- you can add more if you want. Also, you can message me these people or write it in review, but please don't just write that. I need constructive criticism- nicely.
BTW, I ALSO TAKE MORTALS, BUT THEY GOT TO HAVE A DEMIGOD CONECTION!
Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson and the Olympian! Or Halo Reach name for my Camp! Ha, coincidence? Na.
That's it! Thank you for reading and add a demigod today!
To flamers- If you want to comment on too much love- It says in the selection… romance. PLEASE be nice.
Too much action for beginning- It says in selection… action. PLEASE be nice. **Any others…