Hey, I'm back. Sorry 'bout not updating I was really busy with schools work and church stuff. I decided to give a little backround on Eureka's past. I don't own PJO or HoO.
Break Line
Zeus and the other Gods left a few minutes ago. We (demigods) decided to skip the train as it had only led to trouble. As we walked, I thought about what Zeus had told me and how I could possibly tell my friends. I mean, I've got two moms and one I will definitely won't be seeing and the other, well, the Gods don't even know who she is. And on top of that my father is Lord of Time, Lord of the Titans, Kronos. Man, Fate screwed me over. I wonder why they're still traveling with me. I just trouble, just like when I was little.
10 years ago:
I sat on my bed at the orphanage and watched the other little kids outside playing. The caretaker of the orphanage said I wasn't allowed to play with the others, that I might make them sick or use my weird eyes to scare them. I wasn't going to hurt them or scare them, it wasn't my fault that they were scared or got hurt when they ran away from me. I just wanted a friend or someone to hold me at night when I was scared. But no one wanted me and that was why I lived alone in the creepy attic. So no one would ever see me or think that I was a good kid to adopt.
I could hear the other kids screaming in laughter through the open cracks. I could also feel the cold winter wind blowing through those cracks as well. I shivered as my tiny body curled tighter as the wind blew harder through the cracks. I only had one thin tinier than me blanket to protect me from the weather and I only ever had a blanket the winter. That was because the caretaker, Mr. Ragte, would bring one of the old blankets after summer and take it away when spring came.
I was curled in a ball in the only place without the wind's brutal attack, next to the chimney. I looked up when I saw the door open and two little heads peek in. I watched them glance around, find my motionless body wrapped in the tiny blanket, their eyes widened and their presence vanished from the attic leaving me alone once again. I closed my eyes as I hear Mr. Ragte pounding up the steps screaming that I was a menace, which was hard to be when you lived in the attic by youself.
5 years ago:
My feet pound the ground as I fled my cage. I could hear Mr. Ragte screaming behind me, telling me that I would never survive. I didn't care what he thought. I would survive. it wouldn't be hard. I had survived for 9 years in that attic and I had nearly died several times. I think he was scared that I would tell someone. But I think I would rather live alone then tell someone. Besides, that mob boss he was stealing money from would probalay kill him in the next two months. So I wasn't worried.
Present:
I was stuck in my thoughts when I ran into someone. You know, I wasn't thinking about how much my past hurt. I was thinking about how much my nose hurt.
"Oww," I moaned, looking up to see Connor staring back at me. He just shrugged his shoudlers like 'You shouldn't have walked into me'. I looked past him to see why we stopped. I watched as a couple of boats floated down the massive river in front of us. I turned to Annabeth.
"Where are we?" I asked her.
"This the Illinois River, near Spring Bay, Illinois."
Break Line
Sorry its so short and with next weekend being Easter, This story will not be updated. Sorry, but I will try the next weekend to update. Till then bye.
-snyderk161