Okay sort-a a code for for the journal, reading, thing-y. The journal entries will start with a word like THIS then the rest will be in italicts. Okay, read away!
Chapter 2
The Journal
I stared at the gold lighting bolt. I rubbed my fingers across the gold as I stared at it amazed. Really? Could this be…mine? Well, my grandmothers—but…
With out hesitation I flipped it open to the first page. In fancy hand-writing it read:
THELife of a Hero of Olympus. To all who died to save us all. I give this book to Luke Castellan, who gave his life to stop Kronos.
I slamed it as fast as possible. Could…could this be real? Is Olympus really real? Is the Heroes of Olympus…true? I hesitantly opened to the second page.
Well, since the battle, I've been left in fatal conditions. My husband, Percy the Great, died on the spot. The doctors are trying to save me.
I don't want them to. I want to write this then die.
Me and Percy got married at the age 23. We had a good life. Until the Olympians called for us to go on an immediate quest. We packed up, and gave my new born baby, Carter Jackson, to my mother-in-law, Sally.
I asked her to change her last name. For one day, I wish for her not to be famous for me and Percy. I also asked Sally to change hers to it, so it wouldn't be so awkward.
We headed off that very day. Our first stop: Mount Olympus. We headed to the throne room where the twelve Olympians sat sat.
"Annabeth and Percy Jackson, kneel" commanded Zeus. We bowed and raised our heads.
"What does Zeus ask of us?" Percy asked.
"There is a place known as Athens. We fear there is a monster trying to take down the Acropolis. So, we thought we'd send the Heroes of Olympus to stop the beast" said Zeus.
"Yes, we will end this and we will save Olympus again" said Percy.
"CARTER!" cried Granny from downstairs.
"Yes?" I asked back.
"There's someone at the door for you!" she yelled back. I really didn't want to stop reading. Maybe this Annabeth and Percy…maybe they were my parents!
I ran down the ladder, leaving the book behind. It seemed to call me but I had to know who wanted me and why.
"Who…" I started to ask before I saw a tall, six foot man standing at the door.
"This is…" started Granny. She seemed to not know how to explain.
"James" said the man.
"What do you want?" I asked.
"Just come have a walk with me" said James.
I exited the house and joined James on the pavement. We walked down. You know, he looked a lot like a biker…
"So—who's you're parents?" asked James.
"I don't have any" I replied.
"Who keeps you?" asked James.
"I call her Granny. I don't know her real name" I say, looking at my shoes.
"Is her name—Sally?" he asked, glaring daggers at me.
HE KNOWS! I thought franticly.
"Um…no I think it's Mary" I lied.
"Oh…okay" said James. I could tell he didn't believe me. But I don't care what this biker-Goth dude thinks or knows.
"I'm pretty sure it was Sally…" said the biker.
"It was Mary! I know my grandmothers name!" I retorted, I was now glaring daggers at him.
"Don't. Push me" said the biker.
"What's your real name?" I asked. James wasn't right for him.
"Jameson" said Jameson.
"No. You look familiar…are you famous?" I asked.
"Now that you asked, yes, yes I am" said Jameson.
"I know who you are…Jameson's not your real name. It's Ares!" I said. It flew together in my mind. This was the Greek god of war…standing before me!
I didn't have time to register this before a strong hand clamped around my neck.
Sorry it was short compared to the first chappie! MAJOR cliffie :DDDD I might not update for awhile jus' 'cuz I'm mean! He, he, he, he!
~Rachel