Memories
TYLER
"Sophia... Sophia is that you?" I asked, yelling her name into the phone as the ringing ended, signaling she'd answered.
"Uh.. yeah.. this is Sophia. Who is this?" a girl on the other end of the line asked, politely.
This was my sister.
"This is your bro- this is Tyler. Tyler Wright." I said, calmly correcting my mistake.
"I'm sorry. I don't know a Tyler Wright." she said, sounding as though she were still pondering it.
"I know. I know, but I know you. You have to hear me out." I begged, wanting to meet my sister.
There was a little but of chattering on the other end of the phone.
"I'm sorry, Tyler Wright, I have to go now." she said, quietly, before I heard nothing but a dial tone.
Memories. They could trigger every emotion in you in just a matter of seconds. The memory of that phone call brought regret and sadness. I regretted not telling her I was her brother in the first place. Maybe she would have asked her mom and maybe her mom would have told her she was a demigod. I also felt sadness because I was so close. I had her number. I heard her voice. But that was in August. I haven't spoken to her since. I called once more, but she never answered. Now, I was back to where I was in the beginning.
SAMANTHA
Apollo stood in front of me, dressed in an actual Greek toga. His eyes shone even brighter and his hair even blonder, if that were possible, as he looked down upon me, probably thinking of what to say. It was eight in the morning and it was the day after Tyler left. I still had makeup smudged on my face and I still hadn't slept. Apollo, finally figuring out what to say, looked at me.
"You need to start training." he smiled brightly.
All I heard was my palm connecting with his face, causing the loudest smack I'd heard in ages. There was no way that he spend fifteen minutes in an awkward silence just to say that. Not at all. There was no way that he had to separate me and Tyler just for me to train. I was so angry, so upset. I was heartbroken- and that was his way of fixing it?
"You've got to be kidding me!" I screamed loudly, attracting the attention of a few of the campers who were awake.
Apollo rubbed his cheek as he stared down at me.
"No. I'm not. You need to kill five-hundred monsters by the end of next summer to begin your training on time." he said, exhaling deeply.
"Five-hundred in the time span of a year?" I ask, raising an eyebrow, "Doesn't sound like too much of a challenge."
The tall god in front of me chuckled.
"Most demigods, years older than you I might add, have barely been able to make it to five-hundred within the timing of a year and a half. What makes you think a little girl like you will make it to five-hundred in a years time?" he asked, a sneer recoiling on his face.
I smiled to myself at the memory. Apollo didn't really flirt with me anymore. I mainly think he'd done it, in the beginning, just to screw with Tyler and Brandon. Plus I heard my father threatening him. Now, he mainly challenged me. Always wanting to see me get scared or fail. I was going to prove him wrong.
"They didn't have the right motivation." I said, simply.
He raised an eyebrow.
"And what motivation would that be, Samantha?" he asked, truly curious.
I smiled.
"The motivation of a pissed off, brokenhearted fourteen year old daughter of Zeus." I said, shattering the gold band on the ground. "When do I begin?"
"Now."
I looked down at the two piles of dust in front of me. Three-hundred and fifty-seven.
TYLER
"Tyler!" my mom called out happily as I walked into our house.
"Mom!" I called back, running into her arms and hugging her, "I've missed you so much!"
"I know. I missed you, too! I sort of knew you were coming today, though." she said, releasing me from the hug.
"You did?" I asked, confused. "How?"
"A little birdie told me. Seven, actually." she said.
She moved and I now looked at Brandon, Katelynn, Tony, Jacob, Jason, Perry and Harvey. Even though it was the middle of September, they all dressed like it was still the middle of summer.
"Tyler!" Katelynn smiled, happily.
"Hey, guys." I smiled back, looking for one face in particular. "Where's Samantha?"
"She couldn't come." Jacob said, looking away.
"She wouldn't have wanted to, anyway." Jason huffed.
I knew he was mad at me. I bet deep down, they all were.
"I'm sorry that I couldn't tell you." I sighed, knowing it was no use, "But why couldn't she come?"
"She's starting her quest." Harvey said, getting that 'proudest-brother-in-the-world' look.
"Really?" I asked, surprised.
The almost-eighteen year old didn't miss a beat.
"Yeah, Apollo sent her out to kill five-hundred monsters in a years time. Then she has to decide whether or not she wants to continue the rest of her training with him on Olympus until it's time for war." he said, his mood physically dampening.
"Oh." I said. She wouldn't choose to, would she?
"I doubt she'd do it." Tony said.
"Yeah." I agreed, weakly.
Come to think of it, maybe I was wrong about Samantha. We all were. She didn't need any of our protection.
AUTHOR P.O.V
As both teens thought back on even more event of their lives, they both came to terms with one thing. Memories were just memories for a reason. The past doesn't come back for a reason. The memories aren't meant to be lived more than once, and maybe, just maybe, that was a good thing.
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