harryginny9: thanks…well done…
No, thank you
MiraSaya16:
Small question, will you be continuing the story that you had for chapters 1-3 or will you be using the one for 4&5? P.S. Do you mind making the stories a little longer?
I'll be using the one for 4&5, and no, I don't mind. It's just that I have notes on what I try to put in each chapter. It's just that when I actually write it, it sometimes either has other stuff that would suit it better, and I wouldn't be able to add what I originally wanted without it seeming like it's too long, or it gets too long and I have to stop it a little short.
life is struggle:
I'm really looking forward to Percy getting to Camp! Please update soon!
I'll try!
Onto the story!
Chapter 2:
It's been more or less a year since I had left Mom in the hospital. I've been traveling all over the country since then, strategically going through certain states before having to backtrack. So far, I've been traveling more or less around the northern border, when I reached Washington. I didn't find much mythical stuff in the states I've been through, except this one in Detroit, where I found Medea's shopping mall by accident when I was hiding from the police. Anyways, I've been practicing my water powers ever since I found out, and now I can use about 6-7 gallons in the air for a long time, and if I try really hard, I can hold up to 15 gallons. I've also gotten better at fighting with Riptide (my sword's name) and I've found out that monsters burst into golden dust when they die (not that they do, since I've fought all three Furies at the same time, and even if I kill one of them, they'd still come back).
Anyway, I made my way to San Francisco, and I was walking by a magazine stand, when I try to read the date. Mommy and my school teachers have been helping me learn how to read, but it's kind of hard with my dyslexa, at least that's what Mommy calls it. I still try to read, since I might need it when I become big and strong. I try to read the date, but the small letters and number don't help, so my brain starts to hurt a lot. I give up and ask the magazine owner what the date on the newspaper is. When I find out, I get excited, since it's my birthday today! I hope that Daddy knows when my birthday is and sends me a gift. I really hope it's a friend who can travel with me. What? I get lonely sometimes, okay?
Anyways, I get exicted, and run to the nearest playground, which takes me a while since I have to go where there's not many people, so that in case monsters come, they don't get hurt. Mommy told me that I should never, ever, ever hurt someone else unless I have to. I was walking by a series of buildings, when I hear a small noise coming from the alley. I bring out Riptide, in pen form (a ballpoint pen, which transforms into a sword when you click it), just in case and slowly walk towards the alley. When I get there, I see someone hiding behind the lid of a trashcan. I stopped in my tracks, and stare for a second. I started thinking about whether I should approach or not, or even whether the person is a demigod or a mortal. While I was thinking this, I see the person peek up from the trash can lid. All I could make out was grey eyes, and blonde hair that probably belongs to a girl, but the grey eyes strike me the most, since I doubt I've seen grey eyes on people that much.
"You have pretty eyes" I say, before yelling at myself in my mind for saying something so dumb.
"What?" asks the girl, since her voice is to girly to be a boy.
"You have pretty eyes," I repeat
"Are you a monster?" asked the girl
"You know about them to?" I ask, before carefully asking, "Are you one of us?"
"Yeah I know about the monsters," she said, "And what do you mean 'one of us'?"
"I mean," I said, "are you a demigod?"
She peeks up over the thrash can lid, and looks right at me.
"Your eyes are pretty cool, too," she said, referring to my earlier statement, "they're like the sea."
"Thanks," I said, after getting a good look at her eyes, "You know, your eyes are like stormy grey."
"Thanks," said the girl, "What's your name?"
"I'm Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon," I said, sticking my hand out
"Annabeth Chase," she said, shaking my hand, "daughter of Athena. Aren't Poseidon and Athena enemies?"
"So?" I asked, "What does that have to do with us? That's their problem."
"I guess," Annabeth said, but I could tell that she didn't really think so
"Anyway," I said, "don't you have somewhere to stay, instead of hiding behind a metal lid?"
"My family doesn't want me," she huffed, crossing her arms. She looked a little cute that way, but I decided not to tell her that.
"Do you want to come with me?" I asked, "Mommy says that monsters want big kids more than little kids, so we're going to need to practice how to defend ourselves from monsters before they try and get us. Besides, I promised Mommy that when I'm bigger and stronger, I'll protect her from all the monsters and I could use some help."
"Sure," she said, grinning, but soon frowned, "but how will I help with the monsters?"
"Your Mommy and my Daddy are gods, right?" I asked, and when she nodded, I said, "Well, then we'll just ask them for some help until we get it. I mean, they're bound to help their own children, right?"
"That's a really good idea," she said, grinning even more than before, "but until then, you're going to have to protect both of us, all right?"
"Well then, lead us to the water," I said, and after seeing her confusion, I added, "Then I can use the water and the sword Mommy gave me to stop the monsters, and we can still go south while following the sea, right?"
"Well, not entirely if we want to stay in this country," she said, "We can only go until we hit Mexico, after that we have to go more inland. But, that doesn't mean we can't go south while staying close to the water. Come on, I'll show you where it is."
A/N Okay, I've deleted the first three chapters, not because I feel that they're bad, but so that there's no confusion between the chapters. If you do decide to complain about how you liked the first three chapters better, complain in the reviews. Or PM me, either one is fine.
