Edited: 06/11/2021
Didn't edit much here either! Wow I forgot how proud I am of this chap
Okay…so uh… yes. i've had this chapter ready since the latter half of last year but i held back just to say that i DID update on june 2 lmao haha so yeah. luv u all
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I FOUND OUT JUST HOW DOOMED I WAS
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You know that feeling you get when it's the calm before the storm?
Yeah. Shit's about to go down.
I wasn't really sure what to expect when Apollo waltzed in. Will he tell me how I got here? Heck, yeah (that's the first thing I'll ask). Will he confirm my heritage? Yes (I won't let him do otherwise). Will he enlighten me on which part we are in the canon timeline? Probably (fingers crossed it isn't the war with Gaea… or any war on that matter…). Will he inform me of superpowers I didn't know I have? Maybe…? (I wasn't counting on it, though).
What I was sure of was that I would have already formulated a survival plan by the time interrogation's done and Apollo decides to flash himself out of the room like the big-headed show-off he is.
There's this thing called a door. There's a knob. You twist and pull it to open and access that gaping square hole that brings you out into the grandiose world of wonders… and countless pressing issues (climate change everybody!) that needed to be addressed before the Earth has had enough of us and blow us all up to death.
(Well… that escalated quickly… though that's hardly far from the truth, Gaea IS rising if my timeline is correct.)
Also, there's actually a bigger chance for me to avoid death by spontaneous combustion once gods decided to do the mundane thing and I don't know, use exits like any other normal being would?
I mean, sure. He's Apollo, he's a god—and of the sun—so he needs to be flashy and all that cringey shiz, but we know that already and we're actually putting up with it so the least he can do is appreciate us for our efforts and I don't know, not burn us to death? Like seriously—
Wait… where was I?
God, is this ADHD?
I. Can't. Even.
Anyway, I just needed additional information to finalize my scheme, but I already have a rough draft going on in my head. I needed to be determined and stay focused (demigod tendencies be damned). It's my survival on the line.
Here's the plan: I'd use my knowledge of the canon universe and try to minimize my interactions with the main cast. Considering it was the Jason Grace who saved my sorry ass, there's a high chance that it's currently any time before the Seven's quest. Of course, the ideal situation would be that all events in the series have already come to pass, but considering my rotten luck, I'd have to think of the worst-case scenario.
Nevertheless, my plan should work. Regardless of at which point in time we are, I would be avoiding everyone from the main crew. Trouble seems to follow them wherever they go and I sure as hell don't want to get stuck in the middle of that shit.
I am definitely not going on that ship.
Hoping that my presence didn't botch the plot at all, my best bet for survival is to stay at Camp Half-Blood. The Romans would never really get the chance to attack Camp, and when the plethora of monsters comes rushing… I guess I could hide at the Big House? Wait it out?
Yeah. That sounds like a good idea.
(Cowardly? Sure. But still a good idea. I wanna live, people!)
Basically, no matter how hard it was (especially considering my incredible hotness— oh screw it, who am I kidding?), I'm going to have to be invisible.
I wonder if there's another invisibility baseball cap available…?
"Dad?" Will's voice made me snap back to reality. "What are you doing here?"
Apollo chuckled and made his way to the vacant bed beside mine. "Can't I visit two of my adorable children?" He grinned as he sat, though the smile didn't seem to reach his eyes.
Bingo. I resisted the urge to smirk. I was right. I was a child of Apollo—at least that's one down.
Will seemed to be shocked, and there was a hint of suspicion and apprehension evident in his voice. "…But why?"
The question seemed simple and nonchalant enough, but a glance to his face made me know better. His eyes were searching, conveying a message filled with a boiling emotion suppressed throughout the years. You never do this. You never bothered to visit. You never bothered to care. So why now?
I felt a strike of guilt run through me. Here is Will—here are living children—suffering alone in this dangerous world, growing without the love and care of a full set of parents, and here I was, treating everything like a realistic simulation of an investigation crime game.
Something flashed in Apollo's eyes but it was gone as fast as it came. "Oh I just decided to stop by for a quick visit." The smile was still plastered on his face and his voice was exaggeratedly chirp that (probably due to his nature as the sun god) he literally sparkled like Edward fucking Cullen accidentally exposed to solar light. But there was something in his sunny disposition, something in his cheerfulness that was so forced and sickeningly fake—making ten thousand alarms go off in my head.
RED ALERT! RED ALERT! LYING CREOLE BASTARD IN MIDST. GET THE FUCKING iiiiiiiiiiiiiINTERROGATION DEPARTMENT IN HERE —my mind right now, tripping over a misplaced smut fantasy rolling on the floor while an awfully loud cowbell kept ringing, resulting in a stampede of neon pink colored bulls, panicking.
Apollo, who was apparently my father, now turned to me. "Alena, how are you feeling?"
Because I was stupid and couldn't take a hint, I actually turned my head to check if there were other people and lifted a finger to point to myself. 'Cause seriously. Who the fuck was Alena?
Apollo narrowed his eyes at the action and his voice was laced with a dangerous tone of suspicion. "You don't remember?"
I blanched. Oh shit. Oh shit oh shit.
Let it be known that there was a reason why demigods make sure not to get on any gods' bad side. My parent or not, Apollo's gaze felt like it could condemn me to the pits of hell (or rather the Underworld).
I whimpered, reaching to clutch Will's hand. "I don't remember anything aside from falling to my death." I stammered, my voice feeble and small.
Under normal circumstances, I would have boasted and yelled for someone to get me a fucking Oscar but nOPE I AM ACTUALLY NOT ACTING THIS TIME AND AM VERY MUCH IN FEAR FOR MY SHORT AND UNPRODUCTIVE LIFE THANK YOU VERY MUCH.
Will, bless him, squeezed my hand and immediately came to my rescue. "She hit her head pretty hard when Jason saved her. It's not surprising she acquired selective amnesia," he stated quite confidently, clearly an expert on on-the-spot bullshitting. I was very glad about the strong familial bonds of demigods—at least especially for those of the same godly parent. Because honestly, without parents and adult supervision, who else can you turn to and trust?
The suffocating atmosphere lightened considerably and Apollo hummed. "That actually is a possibility," he muttered.
Crisis averted. Tears actually sprang in my eyes and I sniffed. Bless you Will Solace. I never had a sibling and we never had the chance to bond but you're honestly the best brother ever.
"Maybe it's better this way," he continued, almost only to himself. There was another flash of emotion in his eyes as they seemingly peered through me.
I froze. It was that look again. The same one I briefly saw on him back when I was falling to my death.
"Will, can you leave us?"
My "brother" glanced between the both of us, hesitating on what to do. On one hand, it was a request from Apollo, his father, a god, and was clearly the best person to follow. On the other, there was me, a newly discovered sibling, who was obviously scared out of her damn mind. I know that even though it was phrased as a choice, Will would have to leave as what Apollo wanted, but I can't help but tighten my hand around his, with my eyes widened, pleading for him to stay.
"Will." There it is—the order.
Will Solace inhaled sharply through his nose before turning to me, eyes kind and apologetic. "Don't worry." He smiled, trying to ease my fear. "I'll just be outside if you need me. I know you're confused—"
He glanced at Apollo briefly, squeezing my hand for comfort. There was a slight furrow in his brow. "—but everything will be all right."
I exhaled shakily. Thanks, bro, I appreciate it but no. Everything's definitely not okay. I kept my gaze down at my hands as Will—my solace, ha get it?—left the cabin. The pressure in the infirmary was tantamount to a brewing storm. All my previous bravado disappeared under the focused gaze of a god. I know Apollo was portrayed as cheerful, egoistic, and somewhat simpleton-like in the books, but the Apollo I'm facing now was definitely a stark contrast to that.
"You… really don't remember anything?"
His voice was soft and somber, countenance changing without other people in the room. I peeked at him from underneath my bangs, trying to gauge the situation and weigh my choices.
"No… not really."
His breath suddenly hitched as he leaned forward almost desperately, making me start. What the fuck?
"You remember nothing? About the past week? The drive to this place, your training, how you were raised?"
I gaped like a fish, my mind reeling from the sudden influx of information. Training? What—
His eyes narrowed at me calculatingly. "You remember nothing about me?"
I spluttered—a desperate move to at least breath. His line of questioning was intense, demanding, and with the dangerous atmosphere he was radiating, I can't help but shudder. I wanted an interrogation? Well this was an interrogation, only it's the other way around from what I had planned and I have no idea what to answer. This wasn't how it should have panned out. Two thoughts registered in my brain.
Welp, there goes my game plan out of the window.
And then—
Oh shit, I'm going to die.
"I-I'm sorry," I whispered, at a complete loss.
He blinked, surprised, like he didn't mean to let the godly aura seep through. He sighed and I could finally breathe again.
"I'm… sorry," his voice shaky as he covered his face with a hand, slouching in his seat. "This must be very shocking for you, as it is for me. I knew I made a mistake and I wanted to stop everything from happening but this— this was never the plan."
A beat. "Or maybe the problem was having that plan in the first place."
Apollo looked up to stare at me with the most serious and determined face I've ever seen. He stood up abruptly, his blue eyes now soft and kind as he smiled at me apologetically. I was frozen and flabbergasted. Why?
"I'm glad you're okay, Lena."
Lena—a nickname.
He shifted on his feet hesitantly before leaning over me, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. Thunder rumbled in the sky. My senses suddenly felt like they were buffered through a haze.
Why are you acting this way?
His eyes darkened as he let out an Ancient Greek curse. He walked briskly to the door. "I thought I had more time. I probably won't be seeing you for a long time, and well… hopefully never again," he said hurriedly, mumbling the last part. A veil of cold washed over me. The soft tone was still loud in the stifling silence of the cabin.
"I hope those circumstances will never come to pass."
What the hell are you talking about?
He faced me, to what I feel he means to be the last time. He smiled.
Why are you looking at me like that?
The thunder roared louder than before.
"Goodbye, my ray of light."
With a bright flash he vanished, imprinting the face he wore in my brain. I was too in shock to even avert my gaze. A small part of me is surprised that I survived staring at him full-on as he disappeared, and that I didn't burn into ashes, but it was set aside by the overwhelming panic I was feeling right now.
What the fuck.
What the actual fuck.
A thousand thoughts began racing in my brain and I couldn't recognize any of them. My body felt hot, like energy was traveling up and down my spine, and then to my arms, then to my feet. It was such a contrast to the creeping cold in the depths of my stomach, and I think I was so out of it I actually thought my skin was glowing orange. I was in shock. I couldn't breathe.
He gave me that look again.
I vaguely remember Will entering the room and dashing over to me. I couldn't feel his hands as they touched me before flinching back. I couldn't hear his voice as he mouthed words hurriedly.
All I can focus on was the look on Apollo's face as he gave me that final smile. He looked at me like I was someone precious he was going to lose. He looked at me like I was the final piece—a last hope—in a greater scheme.
"Ray of light"—fucking hell.
He looked at me like I was going to die.
A ringing started in my ear as my body started to shake. Multiple people surrounded me and multiple arms tried to reach me, but I couldn't see clearly.
I knew I was going to be doomed, but at this level—really?
I went into this expecting to get answers about my current situation, and all I got out of it was a thousand more questions and a heck ton more confusion.
Oh, and apparently a death warrant.
"Hey, I need you to breathe right now—"
Black spots start to fill my vision.
Honestly? I can't deal with this shit right now. So I do what I do best—run.
I blacked out with one last thought in mind.
Why couldn't he have just used the fucking door?
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A/N: awwww poor Kiara. She just can't catch a break, not even half a day in the PJO universe and she's already fainted two times. Will she pass out again in the next chapter!? Is she the second Jason Grace!? Stay tuned to find out!
Haha but seriously guys, I'm back! I've finally found my groove for this story and since I've been quarantined for 4 months now in my country and still can't go out in the foreseeable future cause I'm under 21 (i swear my friends and i have a bet going on when we can see each other again and i dead-ass am standing by my hunch of it being next year), so I have the time to write!
Seriously though, I wrote the first ¼ of this story three years ago and as seen in one of the first paragraphs, the worst problem I could think of then was climate change. Now, in 2020… it's just… chaotic (AN UNDERSTATEMENT). I hope you guys stay safe and healthy!
ALSO BLACK LIVES MATTER! And to my fellow Filipinos out ther, #JUNKTERRORBILL
Anyway, Apollo is acting fishy fishy, just who is Alena and what type of dangers is Kiara gonna encounter because of this!? (finally there's some semblance of a plot in this fic owo)
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QUESTION TIME!
(because i'm curious. and nosy af)
Do you guys think we'd survive until 2021? Or if that's too dark, do you guys already have theories on what Apollo's "plan" was?
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Next update would be on June 19 (this year, I promise!). But… well… maybe if I get 8 reviews I'd probably update earlier? *hopeful look* uwu
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