Finding Hope

MINI SUMMARY:

Christian Tucker is a child of Apollo and her demigod mother at the age of 17. She's been fighting her whole life to protect her siblings from monsters. When her mother dies she's left alone with her 3 siblings to make it to Camp Half-Blood. What they're all hoping to find there is peace, safety and family. Upon arrival to CHB she gets more than what she bargained for and life gets more hectic as she falls for a certain Golden Boy and has a quest to complete for her father. Rated T-M slow burn

FULL SUMMARY:

Christian Tucker is a child of Apollo and her demigod mother at the age of 17. She's been fighting her whole life to protect her siblings from monsters. When her and her family finally settle down her mother is killed and she's left alone with her 3 siblings to make it to Camp Half-Blood. What they're all hoping to find there is peace, safety and family and the option to stop running. Upon arrival to CHB she gets more than what she bargained for and life gets more hectic as she falls for a certain Golden Boy and enters a weird love square and has a quest to complete for her father. Rated T-M

SHIPS

I'm Jason Grace/OC, Jercy (later) Jasper, Frazel, Annabeth/Reyna, Leo/Calypso and DiSolace AKA Will/Nico. Brief mentions of Percabeth.

CHARACTERS AS MENTIONED:

The Tucker's:

Mary Tucker - Mother - child of Aphrodite- Deceased.

Christian Tucker - 17 - daughter of Apollo and Mary.

Blaise Tucker - 15 - son of Ares and Mary.

Maya Tucker - 12 - daughter of Hephaestus and Mary.

Courtney Tucker - 7 - mundane - daughter of Mary.

DISCLAIMER:

This story belongs to Rick Riordan. I'm just borrowing his characters.

CHAPTER ONE: Smelly Motel 8

"Shh. Don't make a sound. I'm gonna leave to find mom. If I don't come back in 3 minutes you three run! Do you understand?"

I looked my brother hard in his eyes.

"If I don't come back," my voice cracked, "if I don't. You better be strong for our sisters. Be the big brother I know you can be.

"Okay but-" I cut him off.

"No buts!"

He nodded solemnly and hardened up like a man. I glanced over at my two little sisters. Young and so innocent. These were my hearts. All the years I put into making sure we survived reflected in their health and their wellbeing. They were crying with fear and terror etched in their face.

"I love you guys," I whispered caressing their little faces.

I turned before they could see my own tears fall from my eyes. I ran to the house we had just escaped, making sure to not make a bunch of noise on the broken glass and pieces of the house that had been destroyed. A wave of sadness hit me. We'd finally found a home that was ours and it was taken from us. A home that we didn't have to leave after 3 months of living there.

I roamed the dark house. It was only illuminated by the moonlight from outside. The kitchen Id spent mornings in was destroyed. The stove hissing slightly. I made my way further into the house. Crunching glass under my feet as I passed the living room and ascended the stairs.

The pictures we had just taken a week before as a family hung crookedly on the walls. Most of them fallen. I picked up the one of all 4 of us surrounding our mom. Our brown faces smiling brightly as we hugged her. I folded the picture up and put in my pocket just then I heard muffled yelling coming from upstairs. I ran up the remainder of the steps almost falling into a pit. I took a step back.

A huge gaping hole was in the center of the floor making it impossible for me to cross over. When I peered over the hole I could see into what used to be our dining room.

A chandelier hung in the middle of the room, barely tethered to wall. I needed to get into my mothers room one way or another. I mustered up all my courage and took as many steps back to the stairs I could allow.

With 3 running steps I leaped onto the chandelier, using my momentum to swing myself into the double doors. I braced myself for impact and landed in a tuck and roll. When I stood I unsheathed my celestial bronze sword taking down two monsters that were in the room. My mother was in a headlock by a lycanthrope.

"Let her go or die," I seethe through my teeth.

The lycanthrope laughs. His yellow rotting teeth peeking from his mouth. He has no weapons in his hands, only his hands around my mother's throat while she stands afraid and angry.

"You silly little girl. You can't stop me with that bronze sword."

What he fails to realize is that my bows are tipped with celestial bronze and silver and I'm more than accurate with my bow. I watch as a bead of sweat runs down my mothers face. Her eyes darting back and forth and I realize she's signaling to me. Her eyes dart to the left of me and then back.

I swiftly spin on my heel and take another monster out, by the time I make my full turn the lycanthrope is transforming and going into bite me mother. She stands there pained and panicked and suddenly she's talking.

"Let me go," she says her hair whipping around as if a ruthless wind had picked up in the room.

And shockingly he stops and let's my mom go. He looks confused and i understand his confusion because I felt it too.

"Back away and pick up that silver rod." Her eyes are glowing red and prominent against her skull.

He picks up a silver rod hanging in my mother's wall and looks at it in horror but doesn't drop it.

"Now stab yourself in the heart."

And he does so. Erupting into dust and disappearing.

My mom's hair slowly relaxes back into its original state and her eyes go back to normal and her body slacks.

The confusion in the air dissolves and I look from where the werewolf once stood and the silver rod now lay to where my mom stood panting and sweating.

"Mom?"

"I'm sorry I never told you Christian," she whispered and I could tell that she was going to fall over so I grabbed her.

"Mommy! Mom! What's wrong, are you hurt?"

I start peeling back her clothes and see a huge gaping hole in her side that I hadn't noticed at the beginning. It looked as if someone had taken a chunk out of her.

"Mom. Please. Tell me it wasn't the lycanthrope," I whisper, tears threatening to spill over.

"It's okay Christian. I need you to listen to this," she wheezes and it's all the confirmation I need, "you need to go to Long Island to a place called Camp Half-Blood. I'm sorry I never told you." She starts breaking down. Tears spilling from her eyes.

"I wanted for you guys to have a normal life without the Gods or quests or living the life of a Demigod and I failed. I failed you guys and I'm so sorry. The moving that we did was all done so that I could find a way for you guys to elude the Greek life I had to live. My mother made me do stupid things. Go on stupid quests and risk my life and I didn't want you 3 to know that life.

"Listen here. You find your siblings and when you leave here; you guys run. Run and make your way to Camp Half-Blood and no matter what you make sure you're youngest sister goes with you," she began coughing blood. "Look in my closet. There's a back pack with ambrosia and nectar and everything you guys might need. Take it and leave. Okay?"

I didn't respond. This was too much for me. What did she mean? She wanted us to leave her and go to New York? I'd never been anywhere with out my mom. She's always been there for us. Anytime we had to run, she ran with us. What we were running from? Sometimes I never really knew, but I sure did know how to fight it.

"Christian! Do you hear me?! You leave now, take this bag and you four leave. Don't split up. You guys are a family remember that. Okay?" She's crying hard. Face etched in pain but her eyes are strong, looking into mine for confirmation that I'll be the warrior that I need to be. There's a bit of worry there but love is evident in the way shes searching my face.

"Yes mom," I whisper.

I kiss her and run to the closet and grab the bag. It's small and fits on my back perfectly. When I make it out my mom has dragged her self to the side of the bed. She's leaning there eyes half lidded as she smiles at a picture of our little family.

"Tell your siblings I love them," she whispers. I see a silver knife in her hand and I sense something a little different about her. She's turning.

I keep my tears unshed because I know I had to appear strong for her sake and my siblings.

"I love you mom," I whisper.

"I love you too. Now go."

I walk through the broken open doors without looking back. I can't bring myself to see what my mom might be doing. I brace myself for a fall and jump down the hole in the middle of our upstairs into the dining room. The table collapses under my weight and pressure and I pick myself up and run out of the house the way I came in.

When I make it to the bushes my brother and sisters were located, they're still perched in their spots, relief spreading on their faces.

"Where's mom," my brother asks.

"Mom said she loves you guys and for us to be strong. We're a family and we're gonna make it together. From this day on we move forward and we don't look back. You understand?"

They nod solemnly seeming to get the point.

"So mom is..."

"Yeah," I answer my brother. He looks down and I see tears fall from his eyes. "We will avenge our mom."

I nod and with that we all stand and start walking.

There were many questions they had for me like; "Where are we going?" asked by my youngest sister Courtney.

"To New York. We're going to a place called camp Half-Blood."

"What's camp Half-Blood" asked my brother. To which I answered I'm not sure but mom wanted us to go there so that's where we're headed.

"Who's gonna be there?" My other sister asked. I pondered this for a while and gave the best answer I could think of; "It's probably a place with people like what mom used to read us to bed. Remember the Greek stories with demigods and gods and satyrs and such. I think it's a place where there are others that are similar to us."

After that the questions ceased. I think sleep was getting to everyone and the thought of there being real life satyrs and other demigods were floating around their heads. Our whole life we had known our mom, one another and monsters. We'd never encountered a kind creature.

We had walked till about the break of dawn. Dodging cars on the highway and and feral animals. We found a motel 8.

"Blaise stay here watch the girls I'm gonna get us a room," i said.

My brother unsheathed his sword and my sisters stood alert.

"We don't have any money Christian, how are you gonna pay," Blaise asked.

"Mom said she packed everything we might need hopefully there's a credit card in here or something valuable."

I left them and walked to the front desk counter. It was located outside. The parking lot was bare except for a few rundown cars. There was an exceptional looking white RX Hybrid Lexus with a golden sun medallion hanging in the front. I don't know why anyone driving such a car would be at a Motel 8, but who was i to judge?

There was a pimply looking teenager by the window. She looked annoyed beyond capacity, filing her nails and chewing her gum louder than necessary.

"Can I help you?" She said eyeing me as if I had just crawled out of the trash can.

I was taken aback a little, not because of her gaze but because her voice sounded like a him. It was deep and resonated.

"Umm yeah. I need one room with two beds for a few hours."

"That means checkout is at 11," the person said twirling the gum on their finger.

"Okay that's fine," I said glancing around me.

"That'll be $86.75."

"$86.75! For one room!"

"You can take it or leave it. Get your ass outta here if you can't afford it."

I glared at the man-lady and opened up the bag. I dug around for awhile trying to find something. I spotted a golden card in a pocket. I pulled it out and read the name of it. BANK OF OLYMPUS: GOLD CARD.

I handed the card over to the lady. She swiped it and popped her gum one time before handing it back to me.

She rummaged around in a drawer and pulled out a key.

"Room 12. Be out by 11."

I nodded and snatched the keys swiftly. I trekked back to where the rest of the group stood. "Let's go."

They followed. My brother kept his sword brandished and we walked to the room. Our room was in the area of the white Lexus. I opened the door that had the huge number 12 on it.

The door being opened illuminated the place. There was a small TV, a mini fridge and microwave and two beds. I flicked the light switch on and lead the way into the room. The room reeked like nasty gym socks and cigarettes but was in pretty good shape.

I closed and lock the door after us.

My brother drops himself on the bed and my sisters follow suit. I go to check the bathroom out. Everything is pretty safe and for a Motel 8, it was in pretty good shape. In the light I could assess everyone's damages.

My brother had a split lip and eyebrow and bruising everywhere. The side of my sister's face was turning a bast shade of purple. And my youngest sister was unharmed except for a few pieces of wood and glass in here hair and cuts.

I couldn't imagine what I looked like. I opened the book bag and prayed that my mom had packed my herbs and ointments. I dug around and as I thought 'bruising ointment' it seemed to appear in the bag. I pulled it out and stuck it in again thinking 'tweezers' and it formed.

I smiled. My mom was brilliant.

"Mom gave us a magic book bag," I said. "You think what you want and it appears."

My brother jumped up and places his hand in and pulled out a package of frozen peas for our sister.

"That's so cool. You think I could get weapons from it? Like a sword or a scythe? That'd be perfect. A gun and some celestial bronze ammo would be great when we're fighting all those monsters."

I rolled my eyes. My brother was so enthusiastic when it came to fighting and killing monsters.

"Can we have ice cream," my youngest sister, Courtney, asks.

"After we shower. You guys all look like death."

And with that word the air seemed to suck itself from our lungs and things were no longer light.

I guide my youngest sister to the bathroom prompting her to shower so that I could send her to bed. While she does so the rest of us have a meeting.

"If this camp is made for Demigods, how is she gonna go with us?"

"I'm not sure, but she's our sister and if they don't accept her then we don't stay. We'll keep running and fighting," I whisper.

Maya looks up at me with a frown and tears in her eyes. "Christian I don't wanna run anymore. I want to stay somewhere safe. I'm tired of fighting."

"I know that Maya, but we don't have a choice. We're demigods. We can't help this life. Monsters are everywhere and you don't have to worry, we'll always be by your side."

"But look what happened to mom," she whispers as tears flow down her face.

"Mom fought for us the best she could. She died our hero. If we die as a means of sacrifice for one another then I'm okay with that," I pulled her in close, "you know I will always fight and provide the best life I can give."

"And I'll fight too," my bother said.

I smiled as he moved in for a hug as well. I heard the shower turn off. Courtney came out wrapped in a towel, curly hair dripping all of the place. I sent Maya to shower and dressed Courtney in the clothes we would be wearing to leave tomorrow.

Our mom had always taught us to sleep in clothes that would be convenient to run in. So our family never believed in pajamas. I sat her in between my legs and braid her hair back into two French braids.

I had her stand and picked out any glass shards or splinters I could find. When I was done I tucked her into the bed.

"Go to bed we have to leave early tomorrow," I said kissing her head.

"Do you ever think mom wasn't really who she said she was," I hear myself saying.

I glance at him waiting for a reply.

"Why would you say that?"

"Because before she- before I left she was in a headlock by a lycanthrope and before he could rip her neck out she convinced him to kill himself. Blaise it was the weirdest thing ever. Even though she wasn't talking to me I had a feeling that I should've followed her directions. I felt a voice in my head telling me to grab that silver rod and stab myself as well. It was weird. It was scary and terrifying."

"Do you think mom could be a demigod?"

I stared at him hard. Our whole life my mom made it seem as if she was regular and that the mist just didn't work on her.

"Blaise...if that's true Mom has been lying to us, but it'd explain so much."

"Like that time when she was able to persuade the giant that he was too tired to chase is another day. Or that time she convinced a school to forget the fact that we didn't have papers so that we could enroll," he says.

We stare at each other hard. We hear the shower cut off and we cease the conversation.

When Maya comes out she's fully dressed. Cargo pants, a white tee and her sneakers tied tight. Her hair is pulled into a tight ponytail and her honey eyes are rimmed red from crying.

The bruise on her face looks worse. I grab the ointment and rub it in. Within a few minutes the bruise lessens. She crawls into the bed with Court.

"Blaise you go next. I'm gonna start plotting how we're going to get to New York."

He nods his head and goes into the bathroom. I pull a map from the back pack. We're in Gainesville Florida at the moment. I plot the best route for us to take but it's going to take days on foot. We'd more likely be killed then make it to our destination.

I sigh in frustration, because we don't have a car.

I pull at my curly hair for a second and release it. If we go to Jacksonville we'd have to travel on foot all day. I glance at my already achey feet and shrug. Oh well.

I leave our map out and lay my bow and arrows on the night stand. I start untying my shoes when I hear a knock at the door. I grab my knife from its holster on my ankle and creep toward the door. I peek through the peephole and see an older lady standing there.

I open it and smile tiredly.

"Hello?"

"Hi dear. I was wondering if you needed anything. I'm the cleaning service here at motel 8," she said in a friendly tone.

"No thank you. We don't need anything," I smile.

She smiles back with sharp pointy teeth. She flicks her forked tongue out and licks her lips. I try not to show on my face that I had seen anything weird.

Some monsters couldn't smell demigods if their smell was masked well enough. I was hoping this smelly room could do that for us.

"Alrighty then. I'll come back just in case later in the morning."

With that she turned around and left a tail swishing back in forth behind her. I close the door and release a breath I didn't realize I was holding.

We had to take turns standing guard I told my brother when he came out the shower. I explained to him the monster I had seen.

"I'll go first. I have to shower anyway. You get some sleep," I said after healing his cuts.

I go to the shower and wash dried blood and debris from my hair and body. I recap the even of today. I try to come to terms that our first home was obliterated and that our mom had died. Now that I was finally alone I willed for the tears to come, but I couldn't muster them.

I stood in the hot shower for a long time before I finally washed myself and stepped out.

Demigod life was hard.

This is my first fic on fanfiction. I hope you like it Lemme know what you think about it