(A/N): Trigger warning. Self harm. Language. Do NOT read if triggering. This also takes place after both the Titan and Giant wars.
'I just need to leave the woods.' I thought to myself. Need to run, hide. From the Cyclops that was chasing me. From everything. Miss Anna. The memories. My horrible foster 'home' would be preferable for the moment. Wait. I take that back. Both Camps would be preferable. But I'm no longer welcome at either. Not after the incident. Not anymore. "I could go to Camp Jupiter; I might be welcome there." I muttered. Maybe that was true, but Frank and Hazel would throw me out. I stopped, if only for a moment. My dark brown hair was coming out of it's ponytail, and in a puddle I saw my dark blue and grey eyes shining with hopelessness, and my normally tan skin was flushed with adrenaline. I remembered my name. Sol Alina Choral.
Wait. Is the sun coming closer or… oh no. My eyes widened. Apollo's about to burn the world to a crisp. But why? 'Run' I thought, then sprinted the other way, pushing the moonstone on the hilt of my dagger to turn it into a sword. I kept running, trying to find a place to hide. And then he was in front of me, blocking any escape that I might have. Apollo's eyes widened upon seeing me. Then the look in his eyes turned to disgust. And he spoke.
"Sol, where are you going?" Apollo asked. "Worthless girl." is what I thought was what he mumbled. "I'm running from a Cyclops, Father." I said coldly. That's right, to top it all off, I'm the fucked-up useless daughter of Apollo. I pushed past him and was immediately aware that Apollo was following me. I made it to the CHB border. Somewhere along the way, Apollo had stopped following me. "Home, hated home." I said to myself. I walked past the Camp borders, where I got a lot of stares, rumors whispered. I saw Nico. "Hey, Sol. How're you?" He asked. "Good." I said. Lies. I shook that off and went into the woods where I found a secluded place to sit. My place. Protected from monsters and dryads and naiads and satyrs. Not demigods, if only because if I was in an emergency, everyone would need to find me. They just had to know where to look.
My spot was a secluded clearing in the woods, with a tree stump large enough for me to lay down on. It also had a compartment that I made in which I hide ACE bandages. Just a small drawer on the back of the stump, and enchanted to be found only if I told you directly where to find it. In other words, no one knew. I also keep a a silver dagger in there from time to time. There was a spare dagger in there right now. If only someone cared, I might be spared this. Whatever. I knew full well that no one ever would. No one could. Who could love the broken mistake of a demigod? What's about to happen needs to happen.
I got out the silver dagger out of the sheath on my hip and looked at it, and looked at the reflection in the blade. 'Worthless' I thought, before I started to cut my left wrist. One for Will, who was so kind to me. Another for Dad, who must have a worthless daughter. One more for Kayla, who saved me in the Titan war, and one for Nico, as a 'sorry for being such a screw-up.' Just then, Percy came running towards me. "Sol! I heard you were- " Shit. I looked up and saw that Percy was shell-shocked and looking a my bloody wrist and the bloody dagger in my hand. Damn. I really should protect this place from demigods too. Excluding me, of course. "What are you doing? SOL?!" He yelled the last part. Will and Kayla and Nico followed Percy into the woods. The last thing I saw before the darkness took over were their faces.
(A/N): Thank you for reading! This is my first story on here, so please leave a comment! No flames! Also, this is written in a bad time in life for me. I do cut. Please don't think that this is ok. If you are struggling, please get help. Also, I do NOT own PJO or HOO, and lastly, Sol Alina Choral is my OC.