GOD I LOVE YOU PEOPLE SO MUCH! Thanks a million to all those who alerted, or reviewed. It seriously helps me write, and it always keeps me motivated. I also want to apologize for not updating sooner, but the file was lost at school and I didn't want to re-write this chapter 'cause I thought it turned out so good...Sorry if Percy seems a little OC at the beginning, but all that attention must have inflated his head just a little bit don't you think?
Anyway, enough about me.
Cronos: Yes, let's talk about me.
Me: ...*shoves his face in a bucket of water* no.
( blah blah blah disclaimer, I don't own Percy Jackson or grover or anyone else unfortunately, but I do own Medea, her awesome house, and EXTREMELY unfortunately, I also own Cronos. *gag* )
That night, the bonfire was buzzing. There was a crowd of girls all pressing in on Medea, laughing and asking her questions. The pretty blonde seemed a little frightened but calm.
" Ladies! Some space please!" A tall brunette boy parted the crowd like the red sea, and grinning winningly at Medea who smiled shyly.
Percy watched this all happening with some apprehension. For the past two days, he had caught glimpses of her, walking through the camp, always surrounded by the insulation of tons of new friends who were probably all just in it for the power. It had happened to him when he had conquered Luke all those many months ago...but Grover had been there to fend the masses off. Medea had no one to shield her from the buffeting forces. Percy was one of the most powerful people at the camp, and one of the most popular...yet...
He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, setting his plate down and walking over to the girl clad in skin-tight leather body armor, with lightning bolt insignias stamped across the breast plate. Her hair was loose though, and it framed her smiling face like a golden mane.
" Hi. Remember me from the...from before?" Medea stared at him for a moment, then smiled radiantly. Cronos, the taller boy, lost a little of his pomp and he laughed.
" Hey Percy. You've met Medea before?" Percy didn't miss the jealous note in his voice.
" Yeah. right after she got here, actually...but she was busy so we didn't really get to talk." He glanced at her, hoping she wouldn't find fault with how he was talking about her like she wasn't there, but she was staring at the fire between them. Suddenly, she looked up.
" Yes, you were supposed to tour the camp with me. You promised..."
Cronos only had time to open his mouth before the fire flared up and took the form of a shrieking creature. Whilst all the others were distracted, including him, Percy's arm was grabbed and he was yanked away from the fire. He turned and saw Medea leading him away from the fire beast.
" Medea! Stop! We need to go back!" He yelled, fighting her grip. She sighed and stamped her foot, sending a roil of earth throwing him forward onto his stomach. Vines snaked around his legs and arms, binding him to the ground. He summoned water to try and obliterate them, but Medea was straddling his chest, clamping a hand over his mouth. He froze at her proximity, and their heads were shielded by a veil of gold as she leaned down to whisper in his ear.
" I generated the fire monster. It's gone now,everything's fine." She rolled off him and stood, running a hand through her long golden locks.
" Wait...you? That was you?" He yelled. She shushed him, glancing around.
" It was nothing. Trust me." He noticed little dances of blue forked lightning lancing across her neck and chest.
" But...wow...uh, Medea, could you-" He started, but the vines and foliage were already creeping back, and when he got to his feet to look around, he saw that the landscape was the same as it had been before.
" I'm sorry, but I was suffocating." She stated in a whisper, turning from him. Percy sighed, leaning against a tree.
" I know the feeling." He said, watching her as she began to twist her hair up and away from her neck.
" We kind of met...weirdly. I'm Percy Jackson. My father was Poseidon." He held a hand out.
" I'm Medea Leonidas. You know who my father is..." She spat the words 'my father', so she sounded seething. Percy scoffed lightly.
" Hey, I don't mean to be rude or anything, but...seriously. None of us are allowed to see our parents. Well, the gods, that is...we're all in the same boat." Medea turned towards Percy and he swore he saw actual flames crackling in her eyes.
" Did your mother love you? Yes, I bet she understood. I bet she always did what was best for you, and accepted you."
She stormed up to him and jabbed him in the chest, leaning in.
" I bet they told you that Poseidon really loved your mother. I bet that everyone understood. Well, my father had a fling with my mother, and left her alone, pregnant with me. Out of sheer pity he provided a comfortable life for us, but we never saw him again. Then, when I developed powers, I only had Rhianne to guide me because my mother ignored them. They caused her too much pain. They reminded her of ZEUS!" She screamed the last word, shouting it into the sky like a curse. A distant rumble of thunder sounded, and she gritted her teeth.
" Do you still think I'm being a whiny brat?" She turned so swiftly that Percy's cheek was shocked violently from an arcing mini-lightning bolt that clung to the ends of her hair.
" Hey, Medea I'm-"
" Medea!" Just as Percy tried to apologize, Cronos came leaping out of the bushes to land, sword drawn, by the blonde. She looked up at him, and Percy recognized a cool, icy calm that he had seen in Annabeth's eyes before. It was one of her scary, yet somehow extremely beautiful expressions.
" I'm okay Cronos...could you walk me back to my cabin?" The brunette seemed to almost stumble over himself, offering his arm, which she took. Percy watched, more than a little aggravated, but he felt something across his cheek.
It was the gentle caress of the wind, seeming to want to soothe the stinging spot caused by her hair.
r&r BAAAHHHH. short. Sorry! I will actually put some effort into updating sooner. this time! :D
MWUHAHAHAHAHA! I leave you with cliffhanger!
sort of.
Now you know about Medea's past, and the poo-face Cronos. Yes you can hate him. I do. Things get interesting in the next chapter... *eyebrow waggle* ;o
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sorry, I'm dramatic. Btw, I don't like flames, please just don't do it. Constructive criticism is nice, but for those who really care, you know how to write a kind constructive review. C:
ANNNNYYY WAAAYYY... I'm posting the note here instead. Thanks everyone!
~Lady Of Chocolate
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So, yeah, I'm adding this right after the new chapter..
Chapter names? What do you think? I like the simplicity and mystery of the no chapter names, but I do them for my other story...
Feedback luvs!
DO you think I should have chapter names, if so, suggestions for existing chapters or future ones!
~ Lady of Chocolate