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Chapter 9
Nyx tried to kill me.
I know, great opening line, but it's true. I was out admiring the way the moonlight turned the crests of the waves turned to silver, when this lady appeared in front of me and started attacking me. After two minutes of trying to kill me, she vanished.
"Shit. Why does this junk always happen to me?" I complained loudly to the star-filled sky.
"Language, Luana, jeez."
"Oh, shut up, Nico," I grumbled. "Not like you're any better."
"I heard some yelling. You ok?"
"You mean other than being a daughter of somebody who isn't supposed to have a daughter, blessed by two immortals that don't get along, like, severely, and being attacked by said somebody's sister? Damnit, Nico, no I'm not OKAY! And of course there was the dream of Athena visiting me and warning me that I would most likely be killed very painfully by my fifteenth birthday, which, in fact, is in less than two weeks. So basically, right now I'm wishing I wasn't so stubborn sometimes and just let Percy rip the effing books to pieces! I haven't just found out that I've been blessed by two gods with major rivalry and a daughter of the spirit of the Styx, I haven't just been ripped away from my old life, I've been handed a death sentence!" I screamed at him.
Nico just stood there, looking calm for somebody who's being ranted at rather forcefully. He wasn't showing any emotion, and that just infuriated me, so I did the only thing that came to mind:
I punched him as hard as I could in the face.
The punch knocked him flat.
Nico's now in the infirmary. With a slightly broken nose. Who said girls couldn't punch?
Percy found me in the morning by the sea. I was sitting next to the scuffed sand of the area of Nyx and I's fight. I was curled up in a ball, my knees under my chin, my arms around my shins, and my black hair formed a curtain down my back and around me. One curl was right in the middle of my forehead, and I watched it blow in the sea breeze for a few minutes, cross-eyed.
"What the Hades happened?" he said, gawking at the footprints and wide, sweeping gashes.
"Nyx tried to kill me last night," I mumbled. I couldn't see his face, but he was silent for a long time. After awhile I turned around to look at him. He was looking at me like he was debating on whether or not he should tell me something.
I settled my chin back on my knees and continued watching the rythmic movement of the sea lapping at my toes and dampening my butt, and ignored Percy.
"How could the spirit of the Styx have a daughter?" Percy finally asked.
I lifted my head off of my knees, but I continued watching the sea. "My best guess? Styx is the goddess of mortality. About once every eon, I guess, she forgets that she's a goddess and is born into the mortal world like a mortal, grows and ages like a mortal, and dies like a mortal and then her essence returns to the River Styx. I guess that she has to know what happens up in the mortal world to be the goddess of mortality."
Percy sat down on the sand next to me, on the opposite site of the scuff marks in the sand. I didn't see what was so amazing about scuffed up sand, but whatever it was, Percy was freaked out, and therefore, so was I.
"What freaks you out so much about the sand? It's just scuffed-up sand." I asked.
"Look at me," he requested. I did so, and I saw his hands were full of black sand that glimmered like stars, even when my shadow fell over it. I whipped my head around, accidentally whipping Percy with my hair, and saw that streaks of black sand where shaped in some kind of picture...
I ran to the nearest tree and climbed it. I kept my eyes on the black sand. A chill settled through me as I realized what it was, as I climbed higher.
It was a black-and-white picture of me. Two pictures, and both of them shot fear through me. One was of my family, my mother, who was apparently Styx, my grandmother on my mom's side (she's mortal and gave birth to an immortal. Weird.), and me in the middle. The other picture was of me and her battling, only now I could see her face clearly. My face was frightening, my teeth bared in a feral snarl, my feet blurred as I dodged her blows, my hands clenched into fists. I looked furious and scary.
I scared myself. I doubted that I would ever forget those images, and the way they overlapped slightly, just enough to tell me that my family's fate and mine were intertwined.
I was the only thing standing between them and death, even though Mom was immortal, apparently.
One word: Crap.
IF YOU WANT A REASON FOR MY BEING MIA UNTIL APRIL, READ THIS: As soon as I start school again, I'll be MIA for four months. My parents think that I'm spending way too much time on here, and I'm frantically trying to finish Freezing Silence. Whether or not that'll happen, who knows. I just know that I haven't updated in ages, and I needed to update this, and I'm sorry that I'll be going MIA for four months again after the 3rd. Hopefully I'll get another chapter on here before then.
So sorry.
~Lou
