Yes, yes I know I have read enough on here to say, I own none of this, and I only own the OCs and the idea, all Rick Riordan.
Monica POV:
Something was incredibly wrong. I could feel it in the air. A pulse. Something very dangerous has been awoken. I conjured a ball of light in my hands. Instantly an ethereal ball of energy appeared in my hands and illuminated my room. Yah, I'm a daughter of Hecate, I can do that shit. It has been very helpful; I never have to worry about lugging around weapons or armor at school. The main thing I have to worry about is my boy friend, James. He is a demi-god, but he doesn't know it yet. I have managed to protect him from the truth so far by covering up his aura, but that pulse… it had me worried. I have no idea who his godly parent is and that's a problem.
I dispelled my light and flicked the light switch. I should have just kept my other light, because the light in my room is pretty harsh. I changed as quickly as I could into my uniform and left. Before I pulled out of my driveway I sent a quick text to James saying good morning. I knew he had practice and so he was probably sleeping, again. That kid could sleep like a rock when he felt like it.
As I pulled onto campus of my high school, St. Mary's I noticed that it was pretty empty. There were only a few cars parked in the front of the main building. Sure it was early but not that early. I decided on finding James. As usual I found him, in the student lounge, sleeping. I was about to enter the room when a hand spun me around.
"Joe!" I said, shocked, "Since when did you come in early?"
"Bad timing for that, Lis." He said, a completely serious expression etched in his face. " Did you feel that surge of power?"
That shook me out of it. " Yah I did, you don't think it could be…" I stopped and looked over at James.
" Don't know, but lets find out,"
"Alright."
We walked slowly towards James. As I got closer the air shimmered in an aura of power. No way, I thought, he can't be that powerful already. I cautiously place a hand on his forehead. My hand burned at the connection but it slowly faded away as well as the shimmering in the air. He stirred in his sleep and his eyes flickered open for a fraction of a second.
I laughed, "Morning sleepy head.
He muttered something I didn't catch I closed his eyes again.
"They found him." I said.
"Who?" Joe asked
.
"We need to get help now."
Joe didn't ask any further questions. We both sat down protectively on either side of James. He leaned over with his head on my shoulder. I knew right then something was coming, whether it was good or bad I didn't care. Whatever it was, it was coming for him.