Hey guys! Sorry it took so long to post this new chapter. Maybe it won't be up your expectations and most likely, I will be editing and adding more to it here and there because I feel like there is more that I can add to this one. Also I hope that you guys will post reviews! I keep getting some many viewers but none will write a review. Kind of disheartens a writer, ya know?
Anyways, hope you enjoy. I don't own the rights to any of the Percy Jackson books
Waking to a glow, clouds changing to purples, pinks, oranges and blues. My sleepy eyes adjusting to the dim light, quickly darting around the campsite. The campfire smoldering glowing embers and my mom and dads tent firmly shut, probably still snoring away; most likely a fly buzzing around their tent and landing on their noses.
Animals calling out from the treeline, letting all know that creatures of the wild were awake and wondering the trees.
Time flew by just laying there, staring up at the sky. Clouds drifting by with nearly all the colors of the rainbow dying their folds, almost like they were catching the colors and carrying them away. Or maybe the colors were the reins of the sun and the clouds acted as the steeds, racing the sun to a new day.
The brightening sun rose over the piny horizon, my trembling hands casting my mind back to the night. Pondering the nightmare or the possibility my life could be changing. A sigh escaped my lips, pushing the hair out of my eyes flicking the sleeping bag off. Reaching over for the pile of wood; organized the day before, for immediate rekindling the fire pit.
"Better get to it," I mumbled to myself, tossing the sleeping bag off. The chill of the morning bit into my skin, the sleeve of my flannel shirt stuck out of the bag next to me. Pulling it out and wrapping against my chilled skin, the after smell of the fire clung to the fabric as I inhaled deeply into the collar, savoring the scent.
For thirty long minutes, me and the damp wood fought one another, the wood not wanting to light and me trying to get the wood to burn. Finally coaxing them into a steady flame, with smoke rising to the now bright blue sky, preparing a canister of coffee for our morning pick me up.
Waiting for the can of coffee always took forever to start steaming. Passing the time by staring at the burning wood, popping in my earphones to crank some music I saved on my phone when we still got service.
Wood breaking and cracking from flames holding my eyes. Spider webbing with fissures, showing the cherry red insides, blasting a stream of twinkling sparkles into the air. Following their path up and watching them burn out, their trail leaving behind streaks of light whenever I blinked.
Closing my eyes, enjoying the colors that played on the inside of my lids. Like some kind of circus acrobats jumping from swing to swing, streamers trailing from their hands. Along with more wood smoke filling the air, sent me deep into some kind of trance.
Through the music singing in my ears, another kind of music from the woods weaved pass the ear buds. The hip pop music fading away, being replaced by songbirds, crackling fire and tree branches snapping underneath cloven hooves.
"The wilderness is a wonderful to go whenever you need a relaxing time," a sudden voice said to my left. Crisp with old age but bright with a kind of powerful undertone.
Arms cartwheeling to try and steady myself to not fall but still my butt landed on the dewy grass and could feel the water soaking through my Hello Kitty PJ's. Earbuds slipping out of my ears, I stared into a pair of gorgeous eyes, swirling with different colors every second. With laugh line wrinkles around her eyes, while she smiled down at me.
Reaching out a helping hand," I'm sorry about that deary, I should honestly tap on peoples shoulder to let them know and you would think with all my interfering over the centuries. I would have known better by now," she chuckled to herself with some distant memory.
Puzzled and taking her hand cautiously, I had to ask her with my quiet voice," uuh, ma'am. As nice as it is to meet you. Who are you exactly?" Pulling the elastic band from around my wrist and wrapping my hair into a ponytail and reaching for my fake non-prescription glasses.
"Deary, you shouldn't hide such gorgeous green eyes behind a pair of huge glasses," the old woman said, reaching over and gently plucking the glasses off my nose," there now. You look so much better. And as for me, I guess you could think of me as your godmother or your fairy godmother, emphasis on the G."
Rubbing the lens with a cloth she got out of nowhere, giving me a perfect wink that didn't contort her face, only her eyelid moved with her still smiling. Sliding them into a hand purse, covered with doves in mid flight and a pink background, while black borders covered the fabrics seams.
"Here you go deary, try and keep that safe. And promise me that you won't hide those eyes with those huge glasses. They are just so...enchanting. I bet you even have perfect vision and aim with those emerald eyes of your," giving another secretive wink.
The rustling of my parents waking up, diverted my stare over to their tent. Just that one fraction of a second looking away and back to the old woman, she being already gone. Leaving me extremely puzzled about her cryptic messages and the pink hand bag in my hand.
My hair band snapping when I reached back to tighten it, strangely a bird chirped that second. Sounding suspiciously like it was laughing.
A few hours later after my weird encounter with the old woman. Me and my parents had hit the road again, enjoying our cross country summer vacation, visiting all western state national forests. My parents taking photos of wildlife for journals that paid them too. Even snapping a few shops with me for my future modelling career that I dreamed about.
Keeping the developed pictures in an album labelled "Dreams" and sitting right next to my Dream album sat my sketchbook. Drawn pictures of some inventions popping into my head, since my parents enjoyed taking pictures so much and that once I was old enough to read and they could put me into online school. We hit the road traveling, hitting random places and sometimes even photoshoots at film studios, it wasn't until we had a wheel blow out and my changed changed it that I got interested with machinery.
Buying e-books from different online sites and learning all I could about them, letting me be the one to fix anything if we broke down on the side of the road, saving us lots of money sometimes.
Coming up to finally doodling my own ideas into a book. Passing the time away, not even knowing some of them could work. Like a gun that didn't need bullets, that shot highly compressed air straight from outside without needing an air canister being inserted. Giving the shooter an endless amount of ammo.
Even a sword with extremely fine saw blades around the edge, triggered by a button on the handle that I would think cut through steel.
Looking up from my current sketch of a gun being able to convert water into razor sharp ice needles, when my mom plopped into the cushioned table seat right across from me.
Seeing my dads auburn head bobbing up and down while he drove the RV, with some kind of 80's songs played out the radio," Dad listening to another one of his oldies again," I asked mom, smirking a little when she sighed and went cross eyed out of exasperation.
"Yes! I love that man dearly but his choice in music is terrible," giving her face a face palm and giving another deep throated sigh," but anyways sweetie, what are you drawing this time. I hope nothing too gory like last time."
"Just call me the sociopath of machines and the inventor of progressive weapons that will help survive the zombie apocalypse," waving the sketching pencil around like a tiny wand," though, I keep having even stranger dreams about kids fighting monsters around the base of the Empire State building. There was even Timberwolves staying in a hotel, chewing on bed posts like chew toys."
Her eyes quickly hardened and shoot to a draw, so quickly that if I wasn't watching her I would have missed it. Looking right back at me, she noticed my stare and gave me one of her super sweet smiles. The ones that I knew she was hiding something from me and I was going to be bound and determined to figure out what there was to hide.