Chapter 2, Life 1:
TWO WEEKS LATER...
"Christina Blake! What are you doing? Are you crazy?" yelled a blonde hair kid with electric blue eyes.
"This is the way of the Roman's Jason. You know that!" Christina shouted.
"But are you crazy?"
"Well I guess I am then."
And with that she let loose a fierce battle cry.
"AAAAHHHHH!"
Christina charged the sixteen headed hydra defiantly, slashing her silver knives as long as her arms. She finally had realized that the hydra grew two heads when you cut one off. And she had done that twice already.
"DIE DRAGON BREATH!" she screeched, launching herself into the air, running as she floated, controlling the winds. Six heads lunged at her and she slashed them off, lighting the stumps with fire so they wouldn't grow back. Ten other heads with razor sharp teeth and breath that contained fire roared at her.
Two lunged; one keeping her "entertained" and the other knocking her from the sky finally. She hit the ground, somehow amazingly landing on her feet but in a crouch at least. Opening her hand, the air hummed with power and a staff with the owl carrying the trident flew into her hand. The owl had ruby eyes while the trident's tips were studded with sea-green. And the whole staff was gold.
"Tempestas Fulgur!" she shouted in Latin. (A/N: Translation at bottom of page.) Storm of Lightning/Storm Lightning
Lightning flashed, a vortex of cold, dark clouds swirling above her head. She lifted her staff and lightning hit, connecting with the staff and arching down it. A second charge came down and filled the mouth of the owl until it shot out, hitting the ten headed hydra. More lightning flashed and the area became dark gray as wind whistled through the trees and around her. Campers scrambled away in panic and suprise. There was a loud crack and bright light burst forth. All the campers closed their eyes, shielding their faces as Christina slammed her staff into the ground. Large bolts of lightning coursed across the ground and singed the grass black, leaving a trail of sparking little bolts that crackled and popped with electricity and energy.
They hit the hydra and the light glowed brighter. Christina shielded her face also as the hydra screeched, nearly popping her eardrums. Finally, the lightning bolts at the end ruptured around the hydra, obliterating it and balls of fire that some heads had blown at Christina and she had dodged it. Rings of power exploded outward and there was a crack of thunder. The wind blew hard for a second before dying down and when all the campers looked, they were amazed, all staring at Christina in complete awe.
The monster was gone and the grass that had been singed was lush green now. The clouds were gone even though the air smelled of ozone.
"Christina...," Jason said, breathless. He was staring at Christina all right but in a different way. Her staff was glowing with a blue light and her expression was fierceness and anger; the anger of a monster attacking the camp even though it was protected. With the staff in her hand she looked absolutely beautiful. She was powerful and Jason had a crush on her. It was love at first sight basically. The power she was radiating was amazing and intimidating and she looked at him.
"What? I had to. There was no other way," she answered.
"But...like...you...," the words felt werid in his mouth as she waited.
"But you're not a child of sky. I mean, a child of Jupiter could do something major like that and so can a child of Apollo, but I didn't think you could. You're the only one who is a mini goddess basically. You're the only born to two gods. Minerva and Neptune who hate one another. So how could...how is it-,"
"How is it possible for me to create power like that which includes the sky?" Christina asked.
Jason nodded, biting his lip nervously. Campers were waiting in deadly silence.
Christina looked around.
"Because technically speaking I'm a goddess. I don't know how it's possible but it seemed as if someone else was doing that. As if someone else was speaking for me but inside of me. I didn't even know I could do that," she said nervously.
Jason was silent for a moment.
"You said as if someone else was speaking for you?"
Christina nodded.
"And whose voice was that?" asked a new voice. Christina turned slowly, her eyes widening.
"Lupa...I uh...How much did you see?"
"All of it considering I'm a minor Roman goddess. The goddess of wolves," Lupa said.
"Right," Christina murmured, paling in the face. All of her power that she had, she was trying to keep it hidden from Lupa which was almost impossible. She had managed for two weeks now, after the attack on the camp and when she died and miraculously came back to life.
"Now whose voice do you think that was?" Lupa repeated.
Christina shrugged.
"How would I know?"
Lupa snarled even though her eyes had a glint of mischief.
"You should know. It's not that hard."
Christina thought through narrowed eyes, her eyes changing cold gray and her hair turning honey blonde. She stared at Lupa, her gray eyes running a million miles per minute. Then she glanced at Jason who was staring back. Those cold, intimidating eyes scared him sometimes. It especially scared the life out of him when she was pretty mad. He knew her mind was always jumping back and forth through memories and creating new battle moves self-consciously before bringing them to her realization.
"Minerva and Neptune?"
Lupa gave a wolfish smile. Well, if wolves could smile.
"Yes, your parents talk to you in your head. They have been ever since you came back to life. I don't know why but you and I will find out eventually. And I also know that you've been trying to hide your new powers that you discover in your dreams from me," Lupa growled. She lifted her head, an angry fire burning in her eyes. "Why?"
"Because it's not your business and you don't need to know," Christina said defiantly.
"It's important that I do know. You could be dangerous Christina to us which is the last thing this camp and I need," Lupa said.
"Dangerous to the camp and you? Really? Have you not seen how I defend this camp constantly?" Christina shouted suddenly.
Lupa snarled, snapping her jaws together. Christina smirked, knowing she had just gotten under Lupa's fur. Lupa despised of being talked to like that and absolutely hated it when Christina defied her and tested her, judging what she said.
"You defend this camp but your fatal flaw will get in the way eventually and it will reflect onto this camp. You will cause destruction and be dangerous to us. We don't need you to defend us because your flaw will cloud you and make you think that we do nothing for you to help."
"Well maybe that wouldn't happen if monsters weren't always looking for me so they could kill me! And what do you mean my fatal flaw will get in the way? What fatal flaw?"
"Self pride will get in the way and your other flaws will. But your main flaw is self-pride. You have too much pride which causes problems for you. You don't ever want to be wrong and you want things to be done your way in a sense. If you had the chance, you would tear this world apart and build it your way. You have way too much pride Christina. And you know it," Lupa snarled, her eyes narrowed and her teeth bared.
Christina sucked her cheeks in, her jaw tight with anger and frustration. She knew Lupa was right but she didn't want to say anything to it. She was tired of having to hear about how she had too much pride and that it would get in the way of everything.
"Yeah, well, it hasn't yet. So you don't have to worry about a single thing," Christina growled.
"I have to worry about it because it could happen later today, tomorrow, in a week! You don't know Christina. You're stubborn and always thinking about yourself. Never your friends or this camp!" Lupa howled, snapping her jaws.
"Stubborn? Always thinking about myself and never my friends or the camp? Who died two weeks ago for the camp? Who stopped two demigods in this camp from killing one another after being controlled by a spirit? Who fought the hydra just now? I did. And you're saying that I don't think about the camp? About my friends, my family? I swore to this camp that I would rather die for them, instead of thinking of my life first. But of course you don't know that. You don't seem to know much about me. You care for all the other demigods except me. Which is pretty messed up Lupa. So really, you can't say I don't thinking about the camp, my friends and family here when really, I do," Christina hissed.
Lupa snarled at Christina. The lines around her wolfish face were bared, showing the anger resentment and irritation. Her lips were drawn back and gave way to long, white and sharp, flashing teeth. But Christina could care less as she smirked at Lupa, making the she-wolf more irritated.
"Be careful from now on Christina with what you do and say because you may think you watch your back well, but you won't when I come for finally. This isn't over yet you imbecile."
"Fine then, you ugly, overgrown, scraggy, old furball. Bring it," Christina challenged. And if wolves could smirk, Lupa did, a plan to get back at Christina already forming in her mind. Christina gave a sneer in reply.
With one last threatening, cold growl, Lupa stalked away; her wolf tail bushed up and an evil, chilling, mischievious look in her eyes.
