Again, same message as before. PJO and TMC crossover fanfic. The main character is my OWN character but the others belong to the author (Lynette Noni/ Rick Riordan)
Disclaimer – I am NOT Rick Riordan OR Lynette Noni
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I stared at the door in the air. I still couldn't believe my dad's friend, who was a mortal, could open it. It was amazing! I hugged my dad one last time.
"Aylvair, you'll be okay, right?" he asked me. I nodded and squeezed him tighter.
"Dad, you know I'll be fine. I learned all my cool tricks from you after all", I say in a teasing tone. He chuckles and wipes his eyes. "Dad, even after everything, you'll always be my dad." He squeezed me tighter, and I felt tears sting my eyes. He let me go and wiped his eyes again. I hadn't ever seen my dad cry before so this was something very new.
"You've been an immense joy to me and I don't want to let you go. But I also know that you should know who your real family is. Hopefully, that letter leads you to it. I don't want to hold you back from this. I…I…" he choked on his tears and I ran back into his arms. "I love you", he gasped out. We hugged tighter, not at all afraid people would see our tears. He let go of me again and I wished it would last longer. At the same time, I knew that if I hugged him again, I wouldn't be able to let go. I picked up my suitcase and backpack, looking into each of the friendly eyes I had grown up with. I then looked at the surrounding landscape, making sure it was printed into my mind.
We had chosen to say goodbye on Mount Paedris, the place where, the lady who had opened the door for me, had lost someone close to her. The lady was called Alex James and was a very good friend to my father. The place seemed fitting. Then, mustering the rest of my courage, I stepped through the door. Just as I left, I heard another of my dad's friends, Roka, say to him, "Zain, she'll be fine." I reached up and clutched the necklace, no letting the tears fall. In this new world, everything would be different.
The aeroplane ride to New York was bumpy and I didn't enjoy it one bit. Once I got there, I got off the plane as fast I could. It was warm outside so took off my jumper and wrapped it around my waist. I collected my luggage and then sat down to find the letter my dad had given to me before I departed. I reread it over again. It said this;
Dear Sir or Madam,
I'm sorry to leave this girl on your door step. Her name is Aylvair and her memory is wiped. She is 200 years old now. I know times are dark at the moment, but if you could keep her safe while the war is on, I'd really appreciate it. When you think she's ready, you may send her back to Freya where her real parent is. When she is in Freya, she is to go to a place called Camp Half-Blood where people like her are taught things that they will need to know. I'm sorry I can't go into more detail, but know this. There is only one reason I'm giving her away to (hopefully) somewhere safe where she can grow up safe. I want the best for her and I hope you can give it to her. Thank you so much.
Sincerely, (sign)
I had to now find a place called Camp Half-Blood. I didn't even know where to start so I picked up my bags and decided to try the city first. Thanks to Alex, I had some Freyan money, so I used that to get a taxi. The taxi driver was a young man, probably in his twenties. I told him to head straight to the city when he asked me where I wanted to go. The trip was relaxing and he didn't talk much, just listened to his own music in his headphones. For the first few minutes, I looked around at the scenery. I looked at the watch Alex's friend, Bear Ronnigan, gave me. It read 10:00. Soon I became bored and since I didn't have a phone, I grabbed the album my family and friends had made for me.
The first page was a big picture with all of us together. It brought tears to my eyes and I wiped them away hastily, not wanting the driver to see them. I turned the page and it was a picture of my dad with his friend Roka when he finally woke up. Roka's wife, Kyia, was there. As was the saviour, Alex and some of her friends. Everyone in the picture was crying but they also looked happy. The next picture contained some of my Meyarin friends. We were at the cliff, about to jump off into the cool water below. I scanned the next pictures, almost nearing the end. The last picture was my dad and I in the sunset on a beach in Medora. I remembered that day well. We were having an enjoyable day until a storm hit us. But then my dad made hot chocolate and we watched The Avengers for the umpteenth time. It had always been a favourite and the day hadn't been ruined entirely. I smiled at the memory.
"Miss, we're in the city soon. Where'd you like me to drop you?" I looked up and told the man to just drop me off at a café somewhere. I put the album back into my bag and made sure I wasn't leaving anything behind. Then, once the taxi had stopped, paid him and headed to the café to get some hot chocolate. The café was across the road from where I was.
As I was walking towards a safe place to cross, I saw some older teenagers. They were just having fun, but Meyarin senses were picking up some odd things. I could tell two of them, a girl and a boy, weren't normal people. The girl had blonde hair and she looked happy enough except her eyes. Her eyes gave away another image, the image being as if she had lived through horrible things. The boy had that similar look in his eyes but he hid it better than the girl. The boy had black floppy hair and looked as if he'd be the sort of dude to go surfing. They both looked pretty relaxed. But it was the odd sheen around them, almost kind of like the vaeliana Alex had around her, that made them stand out. The only difference between Alex's sheen and theirs were the colours. The girl had a cloudy-sky grey sheen whereas the boy's sheen was a sea blue.
I looked down, realising I was staring. When I looked up, the girl and the boy were alone. I crossed the street quickly, all the while keeping track of where they were walking. I could tell they were walking towards an apartment building so I upped my pace, trying not to lose them. The boy turned around and I slowed my pace, hoping he hadn't noticed me. He whispered to the girl, my Meyarin senses picking up what he said easily.
"Don't turn around now, but we're being followed. Head toward the park." The girl made no movement to signify she was surprised. She did as the boy said though. I knew they thought I was a stalker or some weirdo so I stopped my fast walking and just walked normally toward the park. When I got there, I sat on a lone bench and cupped my head in my hands. The two people I was following were nowhere to be seen. Why does it have to be so hard? I asked myself this repeatedly, wishing I knew what to do. I was lost in a new world and I had no idea what to do.