I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians series.
I feel so horrible in writing this because Amy is really the girl whom the fates had chosen to be given the worst kind of life and to make that up, I don't know anymore, oh… poor little girl.
ShatteredMirage
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There are incidents in a story that tie the events together. And there are promised encounters that ripple-effect history and bring fourth a consequential confrontation. Sometimes, though, they simply represent the same thing...
After a table laid delicious meal at dinner, Lorenzo was about to enter his room when unintentionally, at the corner of his eye, he got a peek of Amy's room and was surprised. Little cut-out images and miniature toys of Greek gods and goddess were disarrayed all over her carpeted floor and printed documents about mythology were taped on her wall beside her bed. On a first glance, he wouldn't care a bit; a person has his or her own interests and he's not one to judge, but the problem was, Amy's toys and pictures were realistic.
Spot-on realistic, the figures were either barely clothed or naked, like Aphrodite.
Lorenzo could be the most naive guy on earth and he'll still know that little girls weren't exposed enough to adult influences to be that deeply curious and Amy was very unlikely to be those kinds of children.
Amy said before closing her door, as if his screaming thoughts had escaped his mind and she'd heard them, "its research, Lorenzo. Don't worry."
Slam.
Amy hovered a pensive gaze over the mythological models sprawled everywhere, debating whether to tidy them up, which she'd quickly chosen before the other counter-part option arrived in her head. When her pink and purple room was spick and span, she flopped down on her bed, grabbing Mr. Long Nose, her stuffed blue elephant that was Lorenzo's birthday present for her two months ago.
And her eyelids fluttered to a close.
Amy always had dreams, at the very least, that was what her mom told her they were called. "They" stood for the colors; random multicolored flashes that pop around her dark vision while she slept. But this time, the colors will blend and form figures that would move to produce scenes and converse to propose their ideas.
Amy knew because she'd been prepared. The roaring voice that had been whispering in her head every night about this moment; the time when her freedom was achieved after summer and during winter, she'll come again, the voice had informed Amy.
Amirra, this is the day I've promised. The day I am to tell you of everything.
"I know more than the amount I need to. Why tell me more?"
You're special, Amirra. That is why. The voice turned strict, now listen.
Today is the day the princess is set free. The day after summer and during winter. Amirra, you're the princess, but princesses are still under the queen's wings.
"And you are the queen." Amy tried to keep her breathing hoarse the whole time and speaking as much as possible, not wanting the voice, whoever she was, to hear the gadget beside her.
Amirra, do not get ahead of me. But yes, you're right. I have chosen you for you are gifted with an imaginable ability to destroy Olympus. I told you to research, didn't I? And wasn't I correct?
Amy nodded, "the Olympians are selfish and proud." She made certain to say it in the highest form of disgust, momentarily recalling, "yet they are powerful."
Tsk. Tsk. My dear, Amirra, believe me, you are more powerful than all of them put together.
"I have guessed that, or else, amongst the six billion people on the planet, you won't be talking to me."
Princess, you have to stop interrupting me. Oh, here, to get it over with, watch this glimpse from the future you are to create as destiny has had written it already.
The colors stopped popping, mixing together into a swirling vortex that eventually spread out into a view. A cloudless sky loomed over a highly-advanced and structured city with many tall buildings that almost reached the grey sky. Vehicles driving through filled the roads to its limits, people finding it hard to cross from a sidewalk to the other.
Amy distinguished the famous New York City, anyone would.
But she didhardly recognize the little girl who had her features, except the eyes; it wasn't blue, rather red, almost fluid hot like burning lava. That couldn't be me, Amy convinced herself.
But it is.
And then as if the voice's words were some kind of signal, modeled vehicles began clashing into each other, the glassed windows and double doors started to explode out of the buildings as if pressure was compacted inside.
You are to bring destruction, the voice bellowed. And Amy waited for that light tiiiiing like the sound of spoon hitting thin glass, and then she'd be sure, the voice was gone. Amy rocketed upright into a sitting position, her breathing restricted. When she could breath again, she pulled apart her silk bed sheets and clutched the recording device against her heart.
She'd just recorded their conversation and the sound of the voice's…well, voice, which she'll use to track her down, was in it too. But she'll need help, gods were a tricky subject even though Amy have had a personal fondness of the topic; she was just a child.
One name appeared in her mind: Percy.
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The next chappie's on its way, which would reveal Gaia's prophecy and Amy's birth and Artemis's spying. Oh my goodness! It would be jam packed into a neat package. I can't wait!