Hello! Its me again! Once again: I don't own Percy Jackson, I do own Camp Demi with HauntedAngel15, blah blah blah. Please read and review! And thanks for putting up with me and this story! Au Revoir! ~Berrythorn
Isabelle
I should have never been born. When one of your parents is an all mighty Greek god that was just meant to be a myth, you were most likely not meant to be born. My name is Isabelle Wright, and I am a daughter of the gods.
A young girl of around eleven and a man walked down a street to a café. The sky was a bright and cheery blue, with several large, white puffy clouds drifting lazily above their heads. In the skyline, the Eiffel Tower is visible. They had to be in Paris, France- the so called city of love.
The girl had shiny blonde hair, the kind that everyone wants but very few have that fell into curls down her back. Her eyes were a clear blue, the same color as the sky above. Now the man had dark brown hair that curled in a way similar way to the girls. His eyes were also brown. Though the two didn't show much resemblance, they had to be father and daughter.
"Père." The girl said to the man. "Are we there yet?" The girl said the rest of her sentence in English, but yet her accent was definitely French.
"Almost, Isabelle. Almost." The man spoke, strangely enough, in an American accent. Why was an American man walking with a young French girl? Things just weren't adding up.
The young girl, who the man had called Isabelle, and the man continued their walk. Unbeknownst to the two, the sky above was slowly changing to a brilliant pink. But sunset was hours away…..
On the other side of Paris, a beautiful woman had seemed to have just appeared from the now pink sky. Seriously, one moment nothing was there, and the next there was a blinding flash of neon light, and there stood this woman. Something strange was happening in France, something important. But sadly, it was going unknown to the bystanders. The woman looked around, and said something in soft voice. As soon as the last word left her mouth, a dove flew up to her.
"Find them, my pet." The woman told the pure white bird in a soothing, luscious tone. And the bird must have understood her, for it flew off.
"Soon, my love. Soon you will understand…" The woman said to no one at all. And just as suddenly as she came, she disappeared. In her place a brilliant red rose.
Isabelle and the man had now reached the café.
"Now, Isabelle." The man said. "Do you want me to tell you the story of this place?"
Isabelle nodded, for she loved it when her father spoke of his past. Especially when he spoke of her mother…. My mother…. Isabelle shook that thought from her head. She had no mother, for all she cared. For she had left her before she was even born.
"Yes, Père. "
"Alright then. Now, the year was 1994. It was a beautiful day in Paris. And here I was, a young man from America. I had just left the Musée du quai Branly art museum and had come to this very café. And in the seat you are sitting in now, Isabelle, sat the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. That woman was your mother, mon bien-aimé. She looked over and saw me just standing there, gaping at her. And she did the very last thing I expected her to do. She smiled at me and said 'Hello. Would you care to sit with me?' She gestured to the seat I'm sitting in now. I took up her offer, and we got to talking. We agreed to go tour the Eiffel Tower together the next day. And then, months, possibly even a year later, she told me she was expecting a child. And do you know who that child was, Bells?"
Isabelle giggled as the man, whom know we know is indeed her father, used her nickname and answered his question.
"Was it perhaps me?"
Her father nodded. "Correct! It was you! Now, to tell you the truth, I was scared at the fact of being a father. I thought I would never pull it off."
"Never?" Isabelle asked him, as if on cue. Or as if she had heard this story many, many times. Which she had.
"Never." Her father replied with a smile. Isabelle smiled back at him, reached over, and stole his pastry.
"Hey!" He exclaimed as she giggled again. She bit into the powdery cream puff, which ended up with getting said powder on her nose. Isabelle sneezed a small I've-got-powder-on-my-nose sneeze, which caused her father to laugh. She wiped the white powder off, and then noticed something rather… odd.
"Is that a… dove, Père?" She asked, for a dove at this time of day was an unnatural sight. Her father turned around and also looked.
"Why I believe it is, Isabelle…" Her father said in a rather small, timid voice as if something was wrong. This frightened Isabelle, for her father never acted like this. Never. Something was terribly wrong.
The dove flew over and landed on their table. Something very undove-like. And just when Isabelle thought this bird couldn't get any loonier, it opened its beak and spoke. It spoke. A dove was speaking!
"Michael, it is time. You must act soon before it is to late…" The dove spoke in a lady's voice, but Isabelle didn't care about that fact at the moment. Her only thought was- How does this bird know my father's name?! Or in other words, young Isabelle was really freaking out.
Her father swore at the bird, and jumped up from the table.
"Isabelle, we need to go. Now!" Her father yelled at her, something he only did when he was very, very angry. Isabelle was too shocked to do anything.
"Isabelle, merde, move!" He grabbed her by the arm, and yanked her up. And together, they ran to who knows where.
Just when Isabelle thought her father was going to yank off her arm, he stopped at a fountain and pulled out a golden coin out of his pocket. He circled the fountain, looking for something and muttering something about a rainbow. He suddenly stopped, and said.
"O Iris, goddess of the Rainbow, please accept my offering." And with that, he tossed the coin into a spray of water, but instead of falling into the fountain, it vanished. Isabelle wasn't sure if she or her father had gone completely mental.
A voice came from the spray of water were the coin had vanished.
"Your offering has been accepted. Who would you like to communicate with, and where are they located at?"
Isabelle shrieked in horror. First a bird had talked, now nothing but water was talking. Water! What is going on?! But then her father answered to the water voice.
"Aphrodite, Olympus."
Okay, now Isabelle was sure she had lost it. She was imaging this. After all, how else could a bird and water talk, and her father requesting to have a conversation with a myth?!
The water shimmered to reveal a woman. My god, it worked! Isabelle thought. He's talking to someone through water!
"Michael." The woman said, her voice matched the one of the dove, but Isabelle was in far too much shock to register that.
"You wish to speak to me?" She continued. Her father clenched his fist and nodded.
"Yes." He told the water woman, who had to be Aphrodite because he had summoned her or what not.
"Yes, I do." Her father went on. "What do you mean by its time? You told me this wouldn't happen for years! You told me-"
Aphrodite cut of her father. "I did tell you that, but the world is changing. An unexpected event has been prophesized, and Isabelle is a part of it."
"What do you mean, 'she's a part of it?' How do you know for sure?! I don't want to send my daughter to her death!"
"Our daughter, Michael."
Isabelle's eyes widen. This woman, Aphrodite, was her mother?! This couldn't be true, couldn't be happening!
Her father sighed, and glanced over at Isabelle. And then he softly said.
"Will I see her again?"
Aphrodite thought for a moment, and carefully answered her father's question, taking it one word at a time.
"That is… not for sure, Michael… but I shall do my best to make sure that it happens…. I swear it… I swear it upon the River of Styx!"
And as Aphrodite said those last three words, Isabelle's surroundings shook as if the ground under her was collapsing. But, in truth, it was doing the exact opposite of that.
"I believe you…" Her father said. He sighed once more, and looked over at his, at their daughter. Isabelle was shaking with fear, her eyes wide, as if she couldn't believe this was happening. He turned back to Aphrodite.
"Alright…" He nodded. "Then let it be so…"
Aphrodite returned his nod. "I will give you a moment with her, and then she shall go to America." And with that, a supposed myth- Isabelle's mother- walked away. Leaving her and her father alone.
"Isabelle…." Her father said to her, his eyes and voice sad. "I'm sorry… I never told you, I just wanted you to have a normal life…" He blinked and glanced away for a moment, the looked back to her.
"Isabelle, no matter what happens, I love you. Everything will be explained. Just remember that I'll always be here in case you need me…" He took a breath, as if it would be his last, and repeated his words.
"I love you."
And with that, he walked away. To leave Isabelle with the unknown.
Two years ago, my father left me. I have not seen him since, besides the promise of my mother. I miss him terribly, but I cannot show it. I must be strong. I will not show emotion of my past, for it is, indeed, the past. And I cannot undo it. I am Isabelle Wright, though I prefer Bella, and like it or not- I am the daughter of Aphrodite.
Note: There is French is this chapter.
~Père means father
~Mon bien-aimé means My beloved
~Musée du quai Branly is indeed an art museum
~Merde means Darn it. (Well... you get it.)
Thanks once again!
~Berrythorn
