A giant bat creature chasing me was not planned on today's tour! Now you might be wondering what are you talking about, well lets go back a little shall we.
"Izuku, sweetie, do you have money for your trip?" My mother's concerned tone cut through the morning rush.
"Yes, Mom, I've got plenty. Plus, my teacher mentioned that most of the expenses were already taken care of," I reassured her while grabbing a slice of toast she had prepared. The routine of breakfast was disrupted when I reached for the jelly in the fridge and a sudden unease gripped me. It wasn't the usual distraction of my ADHD or the familiar struggle of dyslexia. This sensation was different, unsettling, like an invisible weight bearing down on me. It felt as though someone unseen was observing, watching every move I made. Just as abruptly as the feeling arrived, it dissipated, leaving an ominous premonition hanging in the air. Today's going to be a bad day, a sense of foreboding settling in.
Unfortunately, my intuition proved true. The day unraveled into a series of unexpected events, each more troubling than the last.
Arriving at school, I clung to the hope that this overseas trip to America would serve as a welcome distraction for Bakugo and his band of lackeys. A week and a half seemed an eternity ahead, an escape to another world, but in my mind, it felt like it could stretch to a full two years. I hoped it would be enough time for them to forget about me, yet as they began closing the distance between us, I knew my wish remained unanswered.
"Hey, Deku, we heard you're tagging along on this overseas trip. Do you honestly think a quirkless nobody like you can handle being overseas?" Bakugo's words cut through the air, each syllable dripping with disdain. And then, as if to punctuate his insult, one of his cohorts deliberately spilled water on me.
"Kachan, I get it, I'm quirkless, but that's got nothing to do with this trip," I retorted, shaking off the water. Surprisingly, even to me, a surge of defiance propelled my words. But any fleeting sense of confidence evaporated when Bakugo landed a clean right hook on my jaw. The explosive force of the blow sent me reeling to the ground, where he and his minions took the opportunity to further damage by kicking me on the ground. Eventually the group left me lying on the ground covered in bruises and small cuts. I grimaced through the pain in my ribs, eventually managing to rise to my feet. Stifling the pain, I made my way to the bathroom, intent on cleaning up the mess they'd left behind. As I gingerly wiped away the dirt and straightened my uniform, a peculiar sensation seized me when my hands touched the water. It felt... different, almost as if it held a healing touch. Astonishment washed over me as I witnessed the scratches fading and my energy returning.
mutter...Did my quirk just unlock...mutter...a healing quirk...mutter...
Only later I could only wish it was just as simple as a normal healing quirk.
Upon settling into my desk, I noticed piercing glares directed my way, though I chalked it up to the typical disdain I often received. The atmosphere shifted as our homeroom teacher made an unexpected announcement.
"Class, something has arisen, and I won't be able to join you on the trip. However, the excursion will proceed with a different teacher." The room buzzed with curiosity as the new history teacher stepped in, a young blonde woman, perhaps no older than 25, with striking gray eyes
"Hi, I'm your history teacher , as you can probably tell I'm American and that's why I was asked to go in place of your homeroom teacher." She spoke in Japanese, not to mention she was really fluent with it.
With time ticking down to our departure, she swiftly urged us to prepare for the impending flight, excusing herself to confer with our absent homeroom teacher. The moment she left, Bakugo, ever the instigator, stormed towards me, likely testing the waters to see if this newcomer would tolerate his antics. Unperturbed, the teacher caught sight of his approach just as she exited the door. His attempts to intimidate her with explosions failed miserably.
"Listen, kid. My husband's got abilities far more frightening than your little fireworks. Sit down before I escort you to the principal's office," she asserted firmly, leaving a gleam of admiration in my eyes for her quick retort. I wonder why she didn't say quirk though.
Summoned to the hallway by her, I found her scanning me with a curious intensity, almost as if she was searching for something specific.
"Not very athletic, and you're bullied," she observed, cutting straight to the point. "Any special abilities?"
"I'm qu-quirkless" I stammered, averting my gaze to the floor.
"I didn't ask about your quirk," she sighed, frustration evident. "Have you experienced anything out of the ordinary lately?"
A memory surfaced of this morning, the inexplicable healing effect of water on my injuries. "Um, this morning, when I washed my face, my bruises and scratches... they healed."
A contemplative silence hung between us until she murmured to herself, "She was right. Hmm, I wonder how the others will react."
"Wait, wha—" I began, interrupted by her swift return to the classroom. My bewildered expression likely just seemed like anticipation for yet another teacher's disciplinary action toward Bakugo.
At the airport, amidst the bustle and chatter, the teacher steered me aside once more, sensing my nervousness.
"I'm guessing you've never flown before?" she ventured, a hint of concern in her tone.
I nodded, my apprehension palpable. "Well, let's hope he won't strike us down then," she murmured, her words carrying an unspoken plea to some unknown entity. Her praying puzzled me.
"What do you mean by 'him'? Like a god of the sky? The only god I know capable of that is in Greek or Roman Mythology, but that's not real," I ventured, attempting to make sense of her enigmatic comment.
"I'm not going to explain it here. It can wait until we get to camp," she deflected, her evasiveness only deepening my confusion. Reluctantly, I dropped the subject and made my way to board the plane, a sense of unease lingering.
As we taxied and prepared for takeoff, I silently wished I had prayed to this mysterious deity she hinted at. The flight proved to be a harrowing experience, fraught with almost eight near-misses and turbulent stretches that felt endless. Each jostle and bump felt like a potential brush with disaster. Yet, against the odds, we landed in New York, slightly rattled but intact.
Arriving in New York, the teacher organized multiple vans to transport us to the camp, a plan that puzzled some of the students. She assured us, mentioning a favor from a friend of her husband's to facilitate the arrangements.
"Will we meet your husband?" one student queried, curiosity evident.
"Yes, we will, though he might be occupied. You see, he trains students to harness their abilities alongside various combat styles. I used to do the same, but I chose to become a history teacher," she explained, the revelation shedding light on her confidence and poise, indicating her background in combat training. The revelation left the class nodding in understanding, recognizing where her self-assured demeanor stemmed from, she knew how to fight.
Upon arrival at the camp, confusion loomed over the class regarding the cabin arrangements, each one dedicated to a different Greek god. Some cabins were vast and imposing, while others stood empty, likely devoted to lesser-known gods. I tried to recall my limited knowledge of Greek mythology, understanding that the larger cabins belonged to the major gods, while minor gods had smaller cabins.
"What cabins will we be in?" someone inquired, seeking clarity amid the enigmatic system.
"We'll place you in cabins with others who share similar abilities. If none fit, you'll stay with Rachel. Her abilities are... special," the teacher explained cryptically.
Bakugo, seizing the opportunity, retorted arrogantly, "Her quirk can't be any better than mine."
"You're in for a surprise. Rachel possesses the power to foresee the future, but she can only express it through a poem—prophecies that will always come true," the teacher elaborated, trying to quell Bakugo's dismissive attitude.
"So what that means she can't even fight!" Bakugo started to cackle
"You think that till you get hit in the head with a hair brush." She laughed at her own comment like it was the funniest joke she ever heard.
"Don't underestimate her. She once hit someone more powerful than you can imagine with a hairbrush." She shared the reason for her comment, it only got a snarl out of the blonde.
As everyone was sorted into their cabins based on their quirks, I found myself the only one left.
"Why wasn't I sent with Rachel? After all, I'm quirkless," I questioned.
"Midoriya, follow me and listen," she instructed firmly, already walking away before I could protest.
As she led me on, she disclosed, "Everyone here, besides your class, is quirkless. Most have mild powers, some weaker, others stronger—few even mightier than most quirks. But you, you're different. We received a prophecy..."
'Another land unknown, how far will he go, son of the sea, sail into danger, for a smile will be number 1'
The prophecy rang in my ears, the words tinged with mystery and an inexplicable urgency. conviction about my divine lineage as the son of Poseidon—the god of seas and earthquakes
"At first we didn't quite understand, but we knew we had to find you if it meant what we thought. Your the son of Poseidon the god if the seas and earthquakes."
I was quick to respond, "But my dad has a fire-breathing quirk and he's working in Atlanta. How can you be so sure it's me?" I countered, grappling with disbelief.
Midoriya, was there a kid in your class who resembled a goat and then suddenly left or switched schools?" she probed, seeking validation. My nod confirmed it.
"That was a satyr. They have the ability to discern if someone is a half-blood," clarified, unraveling the concept of demigods, half mortal, half god.
"Wait a half-blood?" I was even more confused. "Yes, half mortal, half god. We're almost there, its time you meet my husband Percy."
As we neared a lake, anticipation surged within me, wondering about Percy and the significance of our meeting. Percy emerged—a tall man with a robust yet agile build, sea-green eyes mirroring mine, a tattoo of a trident with a mark blow it, clad in cargo shorts and an orange t-shirt imprinted with the words 'half-blood.' The introductions ensued.
"It's nice to meet you. My name's Percy. What's yours?" Percy extended a friendly hand.
"Izuku Midoriya... Can I ask why we had to meet?" I inquired, searching for clarity amid the whirlwind of revelations.
"We're half brothers..." He spoke taking a small gap to let his words sink in, and sink in they did. "Our dad, Poseidon, recently informed me about your existence, but he couldn't disclose anything more. Follow me," Percy directed, leading us to the water's edge. "When you touch the water, do you feel energized and relaxed?" he questioned, running his hand through the water. Following suit, I felt a familiar sensation, resembling the comfort and revitalization I experienced earlier.
"There you go. CLAIM HIM ALREADY FATHER!" Percy shouted into the sky, a fervent plea for divine acknowledgment.
Percy yelling into the sky made my head feel like it was planning on exploding because of the amount of information I was taking in.
"No response. Looks like he's either occupied or wants you to prove yourself... I KNOW! Annabeth, you mentioned he was bullied, right? What if he defeats his bully in battle?" Percy suggested, eager for a resolution.
Annabeth vetoed the idea, understanding the vast difference in strength between me and my tormentor. Instead, she proposed a more feasible challenge: slaying a loose bat in the forest. With determined agreement, Percy swiftly arranged for armor and a weapon, gearing me up for the impending task ahead.
And that's how I ended up being chased by a giant bat!
Venturing into the forest with minimal armor and a sword felt futile. I searched for the river Annabeth had mentioned, hoping to take a drink before facing what might be my last moments. Suddenly, a scream pierced the air, jolting me into action. In the clearing, I spotted a striking girl, her dark hair contrasting against her light leather armor and blue jeans, a giant bat bearing down on her.
"Fo..Found the bat... It's huge!" I called out, my heart racing at the sight of the monstrous creature. A strange sensation pulsed in my gut, an inexplicable instinct taking hold. Discarding the sword, my feet moved involuntarily, propelling me toward the imminent danger. A surge of overwhelming determination overcame me, my voice roaring into the forest.
"YOUR FIGHTS WITH ME NOW BASTARD!"
The bat redirected its charge towards me, surprising both me and the girl. She attempted to interject, but before she could finish, a massive wave surged from behind me. As the water touched my feet, an unfamiliar yet empowering sensation coursed through me. I instinctively connected with the water around me, testing my newfound abilities. With a force of will, I conjured water tridents, shaping the liquid into lethal projectiles that flew towards the bat's wings. The impact sent the creature plummeting from the treetops.
Unrelenting, I crafted water chains, entwining the bat and dragging it toward the colossal tidal wave. Exhausting every ounce of energy and water I could muster, I unleashed a final, devastating assault that pulverized the creature into dust. As the water settled, the girl emerged from her shock, her gaze locking onto me with newfound recognition.
"You're a son of Poseidon..."
The words hung in the air, confirming the divine heritage I'd vehemently denied. The rush of the battle, the power coursing through me, and the validation of my lineage left me in awe of what I had just achieved.
I found myself utterly drained from the intense control over the water. Collapsing would have been inevitable had it not been for the girl who I saved, she swiftly caught me as I staggered.
"You're an idiot for doing that. Clearly, you don't know the consequences of wielding your godly parent's power," she chided, shaking her head.
"I'm Izuku Midoriya... not idiot," I quipped weakly through my exhaustion.
"Estelle Blofis. My friends call me Este." she introduced herself, "Why did you come into the forest? You're clearly new to Camp Half-Blood," she inquired, her concern palpable.
"Per..Percy and wanted me to defeat that bat. I didn't think I could, until I saw you cornered, and then my body just moved on its own," I explained, gradually catching my breath.
"Of course my stupid brother did that, but I'm surprised sis did too," Estelle remarked, sounding somewhat disappointed.
"How about you help me go tell th- WAIT YOUR PERCY'S SISTER!" I yelled in surprise.
"Yea how is that so shocking?"
"Well, he's just... kind of intimidating while you seem more approachable, not to mention your better looking..." I trailed off, realizing I'd spoken my thoughts aloud.
"Not that he doe—" I started to explain, but Estelle's embarrassed reaction halted me.
"Let's go find my useless brother. Can you walk on your own?" she asked briskly.
I nodded, "Good lets go Emerald eyes..*coughs* I mean idiot." She took the lead, setting off. Estelle moved much faster than I did, leaving the forest long before I did due to my low stamina. When I finally emerged, she had already located Percy.
"Ow, Estelle, you know you shouldn't go around punching people for no reason," Percy grumbled, showing signs of discomfort.
"You deserved it! You let an amateur into the forest to slay something that multiple cabins had failed to kill! He could've died!" Estelle scolded him fiercely.
"Well, you're both alive, and now Izuku knows how it feels to control the tides," Percy retorted defensively.
"YOU WERE WATCHING!" She sounded pissed
"Nope, I could feel the water go under his control." He spoke as if his response would calm her down, it didn't do much.
"UGH.. Nevermind that, he actually seems to have better control over water than you. He made tridents and chains with his water, something you've never done." Estelle remarked proudly.
"Estelle... sons of Poseidon don't have the power to create multiple weapons out of water," Percy stated with a perplexed expression.
"She's not lying. I created multiple tridents and chains," I confirmed, joining their conversation.
"Izuku, you said you were quirkless, right? Because it sounds like you're the first half-blood to have a quirk." joined in, her comment had Estelle stunned.
Estelle seemingly shocked, "But that's impossible, right? Mom's quirk didn't pass to you. My dad's quirk combined with mom's created mine," she added, puzzled.
I picked up on the mention of quirks, "What's your quirk Este?"
"I never sai—whatever. My quirk allows me to make elemental weapons, but I'm most efficient with wind and water," she divulged. I went into a muttering fit after Estelle explaining her quirk, "Izuku? IZUKU!" Percy said trying to get my attention. "Sorry what, I got distracted because of Este's amazing quirk" Estelle got a little red again.
"If you have a quirk, it seems to work seamlessly with our dad's abilities," Percy noted.
"If you want to be a hero in Japan, Estelle will teach you hand-to-hand combat, and I'll teach you how to use your powers in a fight. But there's one issue..." Percy trailed off, hesitating.
"You'll have to finish middle school here... in America. Estelle's dad, my stepdad, works at a middle school, and I can get you in, but then you'll have to live at camp..." Percy finished, presenting an unexpected proposition.
"Can I have a little time to think things over and to call my mom?" I requested, bewildered by the sudden turn of events.
"Of course," Percy replied, giving me the space I needed.
"Mom.. who is my dad, really." I asked on the phone,
"Mom why didn't you tell me, what if I could've acted like I had an advanced version of water manipulation!" I yelled upset at finding out my mother had lied to me for all these years.
"Mom their offering to train me.. but that means I'll be here for the rest of middle school, I'll come home a few months before the entrance exam for UA. I want to do it, even if you say no." I said in anger, I had a surge of confidence after fighting that giant bat.
"Ill call you every few days love you mom" then I hung up.
That's how I ended up staying at camp half-blood for training.
Editors notes - Hello readers Author here, I think its important to share I have read almost all of Rick Riordan's books that involve Percy and the other hero's. I haven't read the Trails of Apollo, so I'm sorry if there's a character you were hoping to see in this, I'm also sorry if some characters aren't the exact same. You could say different universe or whatever but in reality I can't replicate another writers style perfectly and I also needed to edit some characters to fit the story so sorry if that doesn't sit right with you.
I can't say for sure how long this series will go, hopefully if I can be consistent enough I can make it to the Overhaul arc but I cannot say for certain yet. All I can say is I hope for you to stay with me for this ride and enjoy it along the way, eventually I might do some fight scene overhauls and make them better but until then please forgive me if fights seem a little boring for the first few chapters.
Small changes were made to dialog and story but I mainly reformatted the dialog to make it easier to read.
Did a major overhaul of the chapter, nothing story wise changed but I did however improve the fight with the bat.
Until next time - Your new Favorite Author
