So, Raindrop here! Isn't this awesome, the first chapter of our first co written story already up?
So, here's the disclaimer! Ok, well, this is the first chapter. Like I said I will be writing from Santana's POV and Hart will do Michaela's and we'll take turns writing Erin's.
Me: I own nothing you recognize.
Hart: It's true!
A boy about a year or so older than me with black hair and sea green eyes ran up to me. He was carrying some sort of metal sport equipment, like a baseball bat or a golf club or something.
"Santana? Are you Santana Castillo?" he questioned me, out of breath. I nodded.
"Who're you?" I asked him, with fear evident in my voice. He looked just like one of the books described the main character… but books can't be real, can they?
"I'm Percy, Percy Jackson," he replied. My world of what I knew, and didn't shattered right there.
"Percy Jackson the son of Poseidon, Savior of Olympus? That Percy Jackson?" I asked him, confused. It couldn't be real. Please say no, please say no. Wait! Say yes. Say YES!
"Yeah, that's me, and you're definitely the girl I'm looking for," he told me.
"Why?" I wondered aloud. He looked at me seriously, and I could see the sea churning in his eyes.
"Because, you know EVERYTHING," he explained, and my eyes widened.
"Who's after me?" I asked, knowing that this was a serious deal. I had read the series at least twenty times. But I was afraid of the answer; though I knew I should be I mean you don't want any Olympians trying to kill you. I learned that from Percy. Suddenly a girl around his age ran up to us. Her hair was curly, and blonde, her eyes were like storm clouds.
"Is this her, Seaweed Brain?" she asked Percy.
"Annabeth Chase," I whispered entranced.
"This is her, Wise Girl," he addressed his girlfriend, answering her question.
"Oh, and nobody really Tana, can I call you Tana? Just my two uncles and Lord Ares," he said, answering my question. Annabeth rolled her eyes, grabbed my wrist and started running. We ran down the hallway, through the commons, and out of the school.
"Why in such a hurry Annabeth?" I asked panted, resisting the urge to pull my inhaler out of my purse.
"I left Nico in charge of the Pegasi," she stated like it should explain everything, and it did. I ran faster just to see my favorite character. Plus that wasn't good. Pegasi tend not to like him. I heard footsteps behind us and I prayed to God that it was Percy, and not a teacher. We made it to the park across the street from my high school, and I saw a Greek chariot with a boy my age standing beside it. Was the mist not working well, am I clear sighted, or am I a demigod? I wondered. The boy was wearing all black and he had a solid black sword hanging on his side. When we got to the chariot I pulled my inhaler out, and took two long puffs of the medicine.
"Nico di'Angelo," I wheezed out. He nodded and Percy soon jumped in, and almost took off.
"Wait! Can we bring my friends? They know nearly as much as me! I I can't leave them in danger," I blurted. Percy nodded, and once he got their names, he and Annabeth went back inside to go get them, leaving me alone with Nico.
"How do you know so much about us?" he asked. How would he react to the books? I sighed and unzipped my backpack purse again, pulling out a total of six books, leaving the other two in my bag. The Percy Jackson and the Olympians series and The Demigod Files. I showed them to him as I explained.
"A man named Rick Riordan wrote books from Percy's point of view… and I've read the entire series more than twenty times. You're actually my favorite character," I admitted with a blush. I showed him my left wrist which had "Mrs. di'Angelo" written on it in black ink. He smirked. And I had to bite my tongue not to sigh.
"Your favorite character am I? How many of those books am I in?" he asked me, genuinely curious. I held up four fingers.
"Really? Which four?" he questioned, surprised he was in more than half. I pulled The Titan's Curse, The Battle of The Labyrinth, The Last Olympian, and The Demigod files away from the group for him to see. He let out a whistle, and Percy and Annabeth returned, with my two closest friends: Michaela Hall, and Erin Goldstein. Ok, so I lied, sort of, Michaela knew nearly as much as me, but Erin didn't really retain all that I had told her. But I wanted to prove to her that I was right about mythology.
"Tana, what's going on?" Michaela, who I normally called Mac, asked me with worry, also recognizing the people.
"We're being extracted," I tried to explain, pulling my books back into my bag, and pulling my pocketknife out, and placing it in my pocket. They all sat down in the chariot, and the horses, Pegasi, took off at top speed. The world stretched, went black, and soon we were landing in the field where strawberries were normally planted. I looked around at everything in awe. There was the climbing wall, with lava flowing down the rocks, the stables with at least two dozen Pegasi just enjoying life, the forest, stocked with monsters that go bump in the night. There was the big blue farmhouse, and the dining pavilion, and the cabins in a big oval around a huge hearth crackling with red and orange tongues of flame. It was camp. More accurately Camp Half-Blood. It isn't possible, not rational. Illogical. This place, it shouldn't be real. I had read about it in the books. The books. It's just make believe… right? Nope, the proof was right In front of me.
"Is this…?" Michaela trailed off.
"Uh huh," I said, still taking it in.
"Where the heck are we?" Erin exclaimed.
"Welcome to Camp Half-Blood," Nico announced dryly. Ahhhhh, gotta love him. I smiled.
"Ok, I AM NOT Going to be kidnapped by random strangers! At least tell us who you people are!" Erin shouted.
"Percy Jackson son of Poseidon, Annabeth Chase daughter of Athena, and Nico di'Angelo son of Hades," I said. She looked at me like I was insane, and under any other circumstances I would have agreed with her, but I saw camp. Look again my brain told my eyes, oh we're looking: it's really there, they replied. Whoa. I just had a Percy moment!
"From your books?" she asked me incredulously, and I just nodded. When Michaela and Erin looked around and gasped, I remembered that I- we could see everything.
"Why can we see everything? Are we clear sighted or demigods or what?" I asked. That's when the demigods before us began to fidget.
"The thing is, we don't know, but you know everything so we need to protect you," Annabeth said with a grimace, she hated not knowing things.
"So, you're here and since you do know everything, why don't you take your friends around the camp?" she suggested giving the boys a pointed look. I pulled out my pocketknife, and flipped it open. I screamed and threw it away from me when I saw for the first time the blade wasn't that steely grey, it was night black. The same knight black metal that Nico's sword was: Stygian Iron. The demigods looked at me, and then at the knife, now a dagger, that had landed on the ground. Nico indeed confirmed my assumption.
"That's Stygian Iron. She's a demigod, of some sort of underworld decent," he announced, and that statement was all it took. I felt dizzy, and I heard everyone gasp, and saw them look at the space directly above my head. I took a glance. There was a shimmering blood red pomegranate, the symbol of Persephone.
"Oh my God. Oh God. I'm a demigod… probably the world's first Catholic demigod," I muttered, but soon the gazes shifted to the purple and golden lights above Michaela and Erin's heads respectively. Grapes, and a Sun. Persephone, Dionysus, and Apollo. It's a wonder we'd never been attacked. As we walked to the Big House, I was in a daze, but when we did get there Chiron and Mr. D were waiting, Chiron in wheelchair form and Mr. D just sitting there. Michaela, being Michaela, ran over to Dionysus, and hugged him squealing
"Daddy!" He looked shocked at first, but soon he pushed her away like she was a mangy kitten. Erin on the other hand, was still miffed about being kidnapped.
"Ok, so who's going to be explaining things?" Erin asked.
"That would be me, Miss Goldstein," Chiron announced.
"Ok, then start," she said taking a seat. Michaela, I and the other demigods took her lead and sat down.
"You, Miss Hall, Miss Castillo, and the others in the room are not like normal people. You are half GOD, Greek god mind you. But not all human just the same," he started.
"So all those things that Tana told me about in Greek mythology are real?" she questioned, interrupting. Chiron just nodded, and continued.
"You never knew your father did you?" he asked her. She shook her head, I knew it wasn't something she was proud of, and she didn't talk about it much.
"He is an Olympian God, Lord Apollo no less," he told her, as she sat in shock.
"What about Michaela or Tana? They both have two mortal parents," she quizzed.
"Santana's parents were so greatly influenced by the mist that her Mother wove, that her father forgot entirely about Persephone, and her mother truly thinks she remembers giving birth. Michaela on the other hand, well her mother was just in the right place at the right time to catch the attention of the wine god, and so she was born, her dad truly believes he is her father though," he explained both of our situations. I was just getting used to it when I remembered that I was technically Nico's stepsister. Well Styx. Thunder boomed in the distance. Oops…
"So since Persephone doesn't have a cabin, where am I staying?" I asked. And with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes Chiron answered.
"With Nico of course!" my face flushed red. And I thought about the writing on my wrist. Nico flushed a bit of pink as well, so it made me feel a little better. I gulped, probably visibly. My mind drifted off to all the FanFictions I had written using an OC paired with Nico I sighed, and let a lazy smile grace my face.
"Guess what you guys get to do!" Michaela chirped.
"What?" I deadpanned as we walked out of the Big House and started heading towards the cabins. Erin looked just as confused.
"Y'all are helping me catch a Stoll," Michaela answered, grinning a Grinch kind of grin. I nodded, and Erin played along, as we went our separate ways to cabins, seven, twelve and thirteen. Annabeth, Percy and Nico, going to cabins six, three, and thirteen respectively as well. I stepped into cabin thirteen, I had always wondered what it looked like. The inside was just as creepy as the outside, there were little green torches, and all the wood was ebony, and the shadows seemed to never end, there were no windows, and it felt as if I had just stepped into a dungeon. I instantly loved it.
"So, where's my bunk?" I asked Nico, seeing as he was the head counselor.
"Um… Any one but the first right bottom," he answered. There were three bunk beds on both sides of the cabin. I picked the far left top bunk, I figured the further away I was from Nico; the easier it would be living with him. I pulled out the two books I hadn't shown the other demigods. The Lost Hero, and The Son of Neptune. I felt bad keeping secrets from them, but I figured, that the future needed to take their course, and that I shouldn't tell them. It made me feel awful, knowing something I knew they didn't know. Nico was sitting on his bunk, reading a copy of To Kill a Mockingbird.
"What was it like to be a dandelion?" I asked him randomly. He looked up with a start.
"How did you- oh right. Which book was that in?" he questioned me.
"The Demigod Files. I'm sorry my mother did that to you, and that she lied to you about the sword of Hades," I apologized.
"No, it's all right, and to answer your question, it felt really different, it was like I was free one second, but the next, I was rooted into the ground, and just fluffy…. It wasn't fun," he said. I traced the writing on my left wrist… how was this going to work out?
"So, um… how do you feel now about the whole "favorite character" thing?" he asked me. I sighed, but the conch horn sounded for dinner before I could answer. Saved by the bell- err horn. We went to dinner, got all our portions, and gave offerings to the gods and whatnot. I had two pomegranates on my plate, and I had apple soda. I had dropped the bigger pomegranate into the fire for my mother, and when I sat down, I began eating the slightly smaller, yet still huge fruit.
"You like pomegranates?" Nico pondered. I nodded, cracking open the nasty tasting shell, to get to the yummy seeds. I enjoyed my pomegranate thoroughly before draining my apple soda. I know it sounds weird, but it really is very good. We went to the sing along, and before I knew it we were back in the cabin. I stayed up, until Nico called lights out, rereading the books, one more time, though it probably wouldn't be the last.
So, there's the first chapter! I hope you enjoyed! Look forward to Michaela's POV next. Well, that's all for now.
~Raindrop