A/N: Here is the not-so-long awaited prologue of She's a Rebel!
I don't own the inspiration for the name, the song by Green Day, or Percy Jackson & the Olympians! Not much else to say, except this CAN be a stand-alone story. Any vital information will be given throughout. I know there are many questions, but they shall be answered!
It starts in 3rd person, but it advances to 1st. And this will be the POV throughout the story. I was trying something new! I hope you like it!
Prologue
Far off in a dark alley of New York, a young girl stood, clutching a kitchen knife close to her. She was panting, dirty, and very bloody. The creature that attacked her lunged towards her, snarling and biting. She raised the sharp utensil high above her head and plunged it into the beast's skull. The monster evaporated into golden dust.
She sighed. That was the third this week. She slumped onto the ground, clutching her stomach. She pulled her small duffel bag close and whispered to herself. She wished she hadn't run away. Annabeth had been so kind to her, taking her in when she was only twenty-two; taking care of and raising her for thirteen years.
Annabeth had explained this to her. She told the girl she was a demigod, and when she turned twelve, sent her off to camp. Annabeth's three children, Athena, Luke, and Sally, had hated to see her go, but she knew, too, that she had to. It was too dangerous to live with them for much longer, as she was practically a walking billboard saying, "I'm a demigod! Come get me!"
The strange thing was, she had a scent stronger than Percy Jackson, Thalia Grace, and Nico di Angelo combined. It was as if she, herself, was a god. But she knew that wasn't possible. She was, as far as she knew, a daughter of Athena. Gray eyes. Black hair. Pale skin. She looked exactly like Annabeth, except for the hair. She was incredibly smart. She was very talented. She wasn't, per say, as wise as Annabeth, which made them question who's daughter she was.
She had lived in the Hermes cabin for a year. Nobody claimed her. Lady Athena, as she had later been told, disappeared fifteen years prior. This marked the sixteenth year, today. And today was her thirteenth birthday. Ledgend says Athena was in the Underworld for three years after Hera made her mortal and killed her. Then, on the third anniversary, Lord Poseidon was slaughtered. Both he and Athena left the Underworld. No one, not even Chiron, had heard from either, since.
She was born on the day Athena left the world. She was exactly like her.
That's a lie. Don't flatter yourself. She thought. You aren't Athena. How dare you think such thoughts? You are not wise. That is why you left that place…
For the past week, she had been away from Camp. Away from Annabeth, Percy, and their kids. She had been so far, and she had turned into such a mess. She was a killer. A thief. She had stolen countless things, and every time she did, she felt…better. Every time she killed another monster that attacked her, or even a person, she felt stronger. She felt alive. And she hated it. But she couldn't stop…
Police were looking for her. She was named a dangerous, bloodthirsty serial killer. She was named a robber who would stop at nothing. All in the course of seven days.
So, she kept running. She kept stealing as she ran. She kept killing as she stole. This proves you are not the goddess of which you think. She would never kill to kill, or steal so much when she only would need so little to survive.
This girl had gotten strange dreams for the past year. Since her twelfth birthday, she had gotten visions each night. It started with a young lady who looked just like her, but older. Slowly, it had advanced to the Greek goddess, the Queen of the heavens, Hera, killing her and her daughter. A young man had loved her very much but never told her. He tried to kill himself to see her, but always stopped right before he did. But Hera soon killed the man. She had seen the two embrace in the Underworld, but just like that—they were gone.
It had ended last night. Exactly one year worth of visions, dreams, and nightmares. She had put it together. That was the story of Lady Athena and Lord Poseidon. They had a daughter, Aleeka.
She had been running that week, and found an orphanage. She met a boy there, who stood by the gate. They conversed, her asking where she was. She had ran all the way into mid Delaware. Hopping trains and stealing bikes. Running from police and even just walking. He promised not to tell, because he recognized her. And she recognized him.
He had said he saw her in a dream, but older. And she had said she saw him in a dream, yet older, too. It was both of their birthdays that day. They had both had the exact same dreams for the exact same time.
She hid there for a week, in the bushes and dark alleys by the old orphanage. Every day, she came back to talk to him when the sun was directly overhead the old Oak tree. They talked for hours. Until finally, one day, the boy had grabbed his belongings and ran away with her.
They were both looked for. She had taught him the ways of crime, killing, and stealing. They were introduced to society as "The Modern Bonnie and Clyde!" They had many headline stories.
They grew up together. They were the closest thing they'd ever had to family. She felt much closer to this boy, Jack, than she had felt even to Annabeth, Percy, or even their kids.
And how do I know all of this? How do I know the story of this girl, Arielle, and her best friend, Jack?
I am Arielle.
A/N: Well, what do you think of that for a prologue? I liked it! I am pleased where this is going!
Chapter one should be up soon! I have three tests to study for, all tomorrow, so, see y'all later!
And yes. Arielle IS Athena and Jack IS Poseidon, in case you didn't notice. They figure it out rather quickly, but you'll see what happens.
Oh, and wish a happy birthday to TheGreekGoddessAphrodite, Ella!
I love feedback almost as much as Aphrodite loves love!
~Suzie