Mortals and Divine Intervention

Life was normal, considering the reincarnation. It all came to a screeching halt when her father started dating a woman named Sally Jackson, and she realized that, in her past life, she had read a series dedicated to her son's life. Yeah, so much for normal. (SI/OC)

Chapter Nine: Honey Eyes, Honey Name

That night she had another dream.

There was a strike of lightning across the sky, then heavy drops of rain falling to the earth, soaking the ground.

There was a boy, around her age, maybe a few years older, with soaked blond hair and electric blue eyes. His purple shirt clung to his body from the rain and he was holding a golden sword.

Jason. She wasn't sure how she knew it was him, but she did, with no doubt. Beside him was a girl, on the taller side, with a messy braid of black hair and tan skin. She was saying something to Jason, he didn't respond.

She was falling, falling, falling. Her back smacked against the hard floor of the Labyrinth with oomph, but she didn't feel any pain.

"How?" She heard a some-what familiar voice ask, and she turned her head, expecting the question to be asked towards her. Instead, she saw the frame of Nico di Angelo, talking to a person she couldn't see, "How is she…?"

"I told you," a voice hissed, causing goosebumps to erupt over her arms, "a soul that cheated death."

Nico's face hardened, "A soul for a soul."

Her stomach lurched. She's in an arena, skulls, and bones scattered around. She's stood beside D'Marcus and Carla, who has a long cut down the side of her cheek. She frowns at the sight.

"Ella!" She turned her eyes to a figure in the arena, "Ella! Are you okay? Why are you here?" They're fuzzy. She doesn't feel good. She shouldn't be here - the figure shouldn't be here.

"Hey," Eleanor's shoulder was being shaken, "Ella?"

She blinked her eyes open and stared at the girl kneeling beside her sleeping bag. It was one of the younger demigods, one that had never made it to camp. Her eyes were wide and the color of pure honey, and no matter what she said or do, she always came across as childish or innocent.

A daughter of Hebe, that's what she had told her. Seven-years-old and forced to be on the losing side of a war she doesn't even know about.

"What's up, Honey?" That was her name, Honey Adams, which was fitting, considering her eyes.

"You were having a nightmare," she played with a piece of platinum blonde hair (which was very cool, by the way), "so I woke you up."

At her words, Eleanor furred her eyebrows together. She had another one of the prophecy dreams, but it was fuzzy, which she wasn't used to.

"Sorry," she ran her fingers through her curls, "did it scare you?"

Honey made a face like that question offended her, "No! I just… didn't want you to be scared."

Eleanor gave the younger girl a smile, albeit a bit sad, but she reminded her of Ananda. She missed her family, a lot.

She looked towards the window, the sun was just beginning to rise, "Wanna sleep beside me?"

Honey agreed, so the young girl was curled against her as Eleanor stared out the window, wondering what Paul was doing. Was he okay? Was her mom okay? Was Percy okay?

The sleeping bag was lumpy and hurt, back that's what you got when you packed twelve demigods into an empty closet, because all of the sleeping chambers were taken already. Carla had the sleeping bag beside her, and D'Marcus was with the boys.

Making sure Honey was asleep, she shuffled out of the bag, and then pulled herself up off of the floor. Dodging limbs, she made her way out of the room, seeing that the boat was still docked at the same mall.

Eleanor chewed her bottom lip. She knew where the entrance was, she could steal some stuff and continue on her way home. To Paul and Sally and Nadia and Frankie and Maija and Ananda —

Honey. She could lead Honey home. She was so young, one of the youngest demigods she's seen on the boat, and so innocent. She had no clue what she got herself into.

She moved back inside, kneeling beside the sleeping child and lightly shook her on the arm.

"Ella?" She mumbled, her voice sleepy.

"Mhm," she grabbed her bag off of the floor, then pulled her jean jacket on, reaching into the pocket to feel the knife gifted to her by Apollo, "do you miss your dad?"

"I don't have a dad, I have two moms."

"Well, do you miss your mom?"

Honey nodded, then sniffed, "A lot."

"Do you want to go home?"

"Yes!" Honey said up, and covered her mouth when Eleanor shushed her, "Yes." She said again, though it was muffled by her hand.

"Okay, I need you to listen to me and I'll get you home." Eleanor stood up and helped her up, then led her to her own sleeping bag, where she picked up her bag given to her by one of the older demigods, since she had nothing with her when she came.

"Remember," she lifted a finger to her lips, the little girl nodded, and copied her movement.

Getting herself and Honey off of the boat wasn't the easier thing in the world. Most of the demigods were asleep, leaving a few monsters either keeping watch or just talking to each other. Four times they had to dunk into a room or hide behind a plant (why were there even potted plants?) to escape being seen.

But, she did it.

Getting into the mall was the next biggest problem, since it was closed. She'd like to say that she did some epic lock-picking magic that would have even the most advanced Hermes kid in awe, but instead, she picked a well-sized rock off of the ground and threw it at the window.

Because physics said so, the glass shattered with a loud noise, and the rock and glass shards dropped to the floor. Honey's honey eyes were wide, though she had a smile, like she thought it looked fun.

That smile was wiped away when a loud, blaring alarm filled the mall. Eleanor cursed - she forgot about that. She grabbed Honey's small hand and dragged her through the busted window, making a quick way towards the basement doors. When she noticed Honey was having trouble keeping up with her, she gave her a piggy-back ride.

They made it to the basement door, the one her, D'Marcus, and Carla left only hours before, and Honey got off of her back. The alarms were still going off, and she could see the flashing red-and-blue lights of police cars coming in. She really didn't think this through.

The basement door was locked. She looked at the blonde, "Can you pick locks?"

"No," her eyes widen, "wait, yes!" She pulled a necklace out of her shirt, and at the very end was a golden key. It glowed, so much it reflected off of their faces, "Amira gave this to me. Her mom's Hecate."

Eleanor's eyebrows furred, and she watched as the girl removed it from around her neck and placed it gently in her hand. She placed it into the door's lock, raising a brow when it fit in perfectly, and turned the key. The door unlocked, and it even popped open.

"I knew it!" Honey cheered, "The key's magical."

She pushed the door over and grabbed Honey's hand again, slamming the door shut behind them. Using the magical key, she locked the door, right as she heard voices on the other side. The two shared a wide-eyed look.

"I don't understand," Nadia Campbell was at the police office, Paul Blofis beside her.

The officer they were talking to, Officer Mariam Jones, looked at them with pity. It wasn't easy, dealing with missing children cases, "We think Eleanor may have run away."

"Ella wouldn't do that," Paul ran a hand through his hair, first his step-son disappeared to his summer camp without telling Sally, and now Eleanor somehow disappeared from a theatre's basement, "she wouldn't just run away."

Officer Jones was holding a folder, which she handed to Nadia, who handled it like it was a fragile vase. Nadia opened, seeing a dark, blurry security camera photo of two girls, one who looked to be around Ananda's age, and the other Eleanor.

Then she started crying. The next photo was the side of the older girl's face, and she recognized it. The shape of her nose, the arch of her lips. It was Eleanor.

"Your daughter and a missing seven-year-old named Honey Adams were found breaking into a mall. Police officers were brought in when the mall's alarm went off after Eleanor through a rock through one of the windows."

Nadia sniffed, "So they have her?"

"No, when they followed the two into the basement, the girls were gone."

AUTHOR'S NOTE

this may end up being an accidental double upload, but i post this chapter an hour ago and it never showed up.