Sup guys!
To those who love this story, or simply want to see where this story goes... I'm discontinuing it...
JK!
Anyway, I will be focusing more on my other story though so updates on this one won't be as quick.
But anyway, here's the story... Oh, and before I forget, I don't own PJO, HoO and whatever other good stuff there is out there.
Have fun!
Previously:
"Let's head back to the cabins, we should tell dad," was all she said before tears burst from her eyes and ran off to the cabins. Theo set off to go after her but Rebecca put a hand on his shoulder, "Don't" she said, "Let's just give her some space and time, she'll come back eventually. She was just shaken up quite bad."
Theo knew that Rebecca was right, so they set off towards the cabins at a slower pace than his sister. While walking, he couldn't help but think about who the man who killed Ares was. Was he the hooded man who showed up during that night at the pavilion? He knew that was not the case for the man who killed Ares had brown hair and green eyes, while the man in the pavilion had blonde hair and blue eyes. Whatever the case, he knew that the Olympians should be informed of these recent events.
Chapter 7: Three New Europeans
"Dad, can we talk to you for a second?" Theo asked Percy.
Percy looked up from his desk and looked at Theo, his reading glasses making him look like a college professor. "What is it, son? And where's Natasha?"
Theo gulped a bit, "Ah, yes, that's the problem. You see, Rebecca, Natasha and I sort of ran into quite some interesting… things for a lack of better terminology."
Percy put down his pen. He removed his reading glasses and folded them, then set them down as well. He looked at the paper in front of him for a second then he looked back up at Theo. He stared at his son for a bit before he stood up, pushing his chair in. He put a hand on Theo's shoulder, "Let's talk about this in the living room," was what he said before he walked out of the study. Theo stared at the door Percy wen out of for a moment, he could hear his father shouting faintly, "Hestia, honey, can you please come down here?" Theo squared his shoulders and walked out of the study and into the living room. He sat down on a couch opposite his father and mother, who were sitting beside each other.
"Well?" asked Hestia softly, "What is it that you want to talk about, son?"
Theo inhaled deeply, and exhaled it all in one go. He put his head in his hands and looked up. He saw his mother looking at him worriedly, and his father leaned forward in his seat. "I- Rebecca and I were walking down from Arts and Crafts when we heard a distant explosion coming from the woods. We followed the sound and saw that Natasha was there,"
Percy stood up immediately, "Where is she? Is she injured, was she injured from the explosion?"
"Dad, no, just let me finish." Theo said tiredly. Percy sat down and nodded at him to continue. "We saw her there and asked her if she heard the explosion, she said that that was the reason she was there as well, she said she heard it too. We searched around for a bit, and found nothing." Hestia gave him a look as if to say, Seriously?
Theo put up a finger (not that finger…), "That, is until we heard another explosion. Then a figure flew past us, seemingly thrown, and landed roughly by a tree. The person looked up, and it was Ares!" Percy sat up when he said that, but leaned back forward and looked at Theo to continue, "Then, he mouthed at us to run, and that's when things got mysterious." Theo paused for a bit, for dramatic purposes of course.
"A man came with a sword came up beside him. He had brown hair and green eyes. He then said something along the lines of, 'Should I finish you off or should I let Chase.' Then this blonde woman jumped down from the trees and killed Ares."
"No, that's not possible," Percy said standing up, "She wouldn't do such a thing." Hestia pulled Percy down back unto the seat with his arm and Percy just sat there wide-eyed.
"After that the man left and the woman turned around and it was… it was…"
"It was my mother," seethed a voice from behind Theo. He turned around and saw Natasha walk into the room. Her blonde hair was tied up in a ponytail and her eyes were red and puffy around the edges, obviously from crying. She was wearing a simple light blue tank top, jean shorts (A/N: Is that what you call them?), and brown hiking boots. She had a red and black checkered polo shirt tied on her waist while her hands rested on them. She plopped down unto the couch next to Theo and put her feet up on the coffee table.
"She even offered me to come with her," She scowled, "She told me to go with her, back to their 'headquarters', she told me that she could repay me for not being there in the twelve years after she left. She told me that I'd get a new family, a new father, new everything; a fresh start. I told her to shove the request up her ass." Natasha's eyes hardened a bit but you could see the sadness in her eyes. She sighed softly and Theo patted his sister's shoulder.
"Annabeth wouldn't do that." Percy stated unbelievingly, "She wouldn't side with the enemy,"
"And that's exactly why she shot you twelve years ago. Can't you see Dad? She was most likely already working with the enemy before she left. She most likely shot you, not just to make her escape easy, but also to at least try and kill you before her side attacks. It makes complete sense!" ranted Natasha, throwing her hands up in exasperation.
"Calm down sis," Theo told Natasha, "Surely, Dad can figure it out on her own…" Theo was cut off by a loud scream, most likely coming from the borders of camp. He stood up and sprinted for the door. Once he was out, he followed the sound of screaming to Half-Blood Hill where a girl was hiding behind a tree and an older boy and girl were fighting a pack of hellhounds. The girl behind the tree saw Theo and ran to him. She had long, wavy black hair and dark brown eyes. She had a defined nose, luscious red lips and seemed to be of Spanish heritage (A/N: You guys had to have expected that, like, really). Her eyelashes were long and curved, her frame was slender and she looked to be the same age as Theo, the same height too. She was wearing a tattered green shirt and ripped jeans. He started running to her too, meeting her in a few moments of jogging. Once they were together, Theo put his hand on her back and pushed her into the border.
"Stay in there!" Theo ordered, "Monsters can't get through the border."
Theo ran to the two other kids fending off the pack of hellhounds. The girl had blue eyes and blonde hair, she was about five inches taller than Theo but still looked around the same age as him. She wore a dirty, blue and intact tank top and Nike shorts with running shoes. She held a cricket paddle, which seemed to be coated in bronze. Beside her, the boy wore a white camo jacket, a grey shirt underneath, and green combat trousers with the bottom tucked into combat boots. He had very dark brown hair that was almost black and hazel eyes. He had a slightly upturned nose and had a splash of freckles across his face and was a bit taller than the girl. And his weapon… Theo couldn't even decipher how and why the kid would have that weapon.
He held a Mosin-Nagant with a bayonet attached at the end, an imperial gold bayonet.
Theo couldn't even think of how this kid got a Russian rifle, which was used way back in the 1800's, in the States before a hellhound pounced at him. Theo's instincts kicked in. He took out his pen, turned it into a scythe, willed his wings to come out and turned around. He was pushed over by the force of the impact but wasn't injured. He turned around and raised his scythe just in time for the hellhound to pounce at him again, only to disintegrate into gold dust from getting ripped in half by Theo's weapon. He stood up and swung his scythe to the right, stabbing a hellhound without looking, then he threw the aforementioned creature at another one that was running at him. The hellhound landed on the other one and they both collapsed. They didn't even get a chance to stand back up before Theo came at them and sent them back to Tartarus. He turned around to see the two demigods surrounded by the remaining twelve hellhounds. He transformed his scythe back into a pen and willed his wristwatch to transform into his bow. He flew up and landed in between the two demigods, sending a strong gust of wind and making those in a ten metre radius stumble. He stood up, dramatically of course, and started picking off the hellhounds with his bow's silver arrow mode. Before the hellhounds even knew what was happening, eight of them were already pulverized into dust. When the next arrow flew, the targeted hellhound was able to dodge it and sprinted away, closely followed by his companions.
Theo turned to look at the other two half-bloods. The boy strapped his rifle to his back and dusted his clothes while the girl was leaning on her cricket bat, both were panting heavily.
"I think you guys should follow me." Theo said as he started to jog off towards the camp borders.
"Wait!" called out the boy, who unsurprisingly, had a very thick Russian accent, "Can you tell of us where we are going?"
Oh great, Theo thought, How stereotypical, a Russian who says things in wrong grammar… Can you change that Mr. Nifty?
-Sure, why not…-
"Wait!" called out the boy, who unsurprisingly, had a very thick Russian accent, "Can you tell us where we're going first?"
Theo turned around to look at him, "Camp Half-Blood, we're going to the only safe place for us demigods. C'mon, it's just up that hill where your friend is." Theo started to jog up the hill followed by the other two.
"What's your name?" asked the blonde girl. Her accent was also European; Was it Polish or German… Theo wasn't too sure.
"Theseus Jackson, but you can call me Theo, you?"
"I'm Annamarie Schindler, daughter of Eris, I'm from Germany, I personally prefer to be called Anna. This guy here is Vyacheslav Dimitrivich, but we call him Vic, he's Russian."
"I dunno who my mum is," said Vic, "But I know I'm a demigod, I have powers over snow, ice and a bit over turning things cold."
Theo nodded in understanding. They reached the top and Theo was surprised to see the other girl sprint at him and hug him, her arms wrapping around him.
"Thank you for helping them! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she exclaimed. She unwrapped herself from Theo and stepped back. She offered her hand out into a handshake, "I'm Sofia Soler, I'm Spanish." And guess what accent she has… Canadian.
You must be thinking, What the fuck…?
"I'm Theseus Jackson, but everyone here calls me Theo," Theo responded while accepting her handshake. He smiled at her, an action that she reciprocated. Theo let go of her hand and walked off, waving at them to follow him. Theo led them into the Mess Hall where nearly all campers were already at.
Trying for an early lunch, huh? Theo mused. Just then the conch horn sounded and the rest of the campers filled into the Mess Hall. Theo led the three newbies through the sea of adolescents, weaving through the crowd with ease while the three others lagged behind while trying to catch up. As Theo concluded his journey, he found himself facing his father, mother, Dionysus and Chiron at the head table.
"Mum, dad, Chiron, Mr. D," Theo greeted them, nodding his head in acknowledgement. They looked at him and his mother smiled, "What is it hun?"
"I bring three half-bloods, all of whom I found fighting a pack of hellhounds by the border."
The three stepped up to show themselves to the people Theo was talking to, "This is Vyacheslav Dimitrivich from Russia, call him Vic, here is Annamarie "Anna" Schindler from Germany and lastly Sofia Soler from Spain."
Just as he said that, the three were claimed.
Above Anna's head was a floating symbol of the apple of discord, above Vic's was a symbol of a snowflake and above Sofia's was a symbol of a scale and a sword, law. Chiron stood up from his seat while his other three seatmates were shell-shocked at what they just saw and seemed like they won't be moving for the next few moments. Chiron looked at the symbols once more, and smiled at all three newbies, although the smile he gave Sofia seemed more reassuring than ever.
"All hail Annamarie Schindler, daughter of Eris, goddess of chaos, strife and discord. Vyacheslav Dimitrivich, son of Khione, goddess of snow and winter; and," Chiron nearly choked at this point, "our first demi-titan in camp, Sofia Soler, daughter of Themis, titan goddess of divine order, law, natural law and custom."
Everyone was speechless at that. All eyes were bulging and all mouths were agape at Vic and Sofia. That's until an Ares camper with the iconic red eyes and smudgy brown hair stepped forward and sneered at the two, "They are children of our enemies, we should kill them where they stand!" A roar of approval could be heard across half of the campers as they unsheathed their weapons to attack…
Dun dun dun duun! Okay, now it's time.
To Gold Testament, thank you so much for reviewing man! I was so giddy when I got a review from ya. I was in class, my computer was open and I was doing my project when I got an e-mail saying that the author of the story I was currently reading, just reviewed!
Anyway, that guy has a great story under the name "Soldiers of the Skies" and another one called "A Queen's Love" ("A Queen's Love" has some scenes that might be too mature for some audiences).
Anyway, that's all, I guess...
Oh yeah, the cookies...
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See 'ya!
