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Daughter of Shadow, Legacy of Water	By : Emereld_Kitten_Tail Category: M through R > Percy Jackson & the Olympians Views: 13986 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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For the next four weeks or so the Jackson girls got a visit from Hades. Sometimes he would offer advice on how he managed to gain control of his abilities and it seemed she had been right with the channel idea but she knew her pipes would be better. They had to be!
In that months thought she had managed to get the main pipes all throughout her body. That being both arms, legs, head, and torso/pelvis. It was extremely painful to do but she managed quite well for herself. Another thing she worked on was building up her walls a little both on the edges of her body and when separating her limbs from her as a whole. You see her idea was that to have a wall that would act as a limiter in a sense. this way in case she lost control of a limb them it would only be that limb. So now she had walls separating her head, torso, legs, and arms from each other. Of course, the pipes still make it so they are together but not completely.
Another side effect of her meditation, and much to her Mama's amusement, was that she was able to keep still much longer than before. The problem was that her mind still worked just as face as before and she was getting tired of being slowed down by people. Although the only person she wouldn't ever complain about was her bestest friend Nathan. Another effect, although whether it’s a positive or a negative has yet to be seen, is that she is able to read faster than before and understand much better. Her moth knew this would harm the girl socially, unless they are children of Athena, and was more than happy that Nathan didn't care that Persia was blowing him into the dust.
Sadly, her control still wasn't up to Hades' preferred level yet so she still couldn't train those skills. So, she made do with doing something different. Persia did continue going to ballet like before but she was also using it to learn how to sense out monsters nearby in case of an emergency. Another thing she had picked up was knife throwing. If there was one thing she learned from her skirmish with that Cyclops was that getting in close was usually more of a hazard, then a good move. Yes, sometimes it’s necessary but most of the time it’s not needed if you train in the right areas.
So Persia had set up a small training area in the yard. they varied in both height, size, and distance. somewhere big, close up and high off the ground while others were small, far away and inches from the earth. To say that she sucked at first would be an understatement. Sure, she could make the different targets but hitting them were another story. So, she started a little simple.
First, she learns how to hold the dang things. If you like watching anime or TV shows that have characters throwing blades, then Persia will gladly tell you that it’s totally bullcrap. It tool practice, many hours of pissed off preteen practice, before she could even hit the stupid thing. Sadly, her mother had no clue on how to throw a knife but she did have someone who could find out. Sweet old cute as can be Nathan. don't tell him she thought that.
Turned out it’s a flick of the wrist and not a swing of the arm like she thought. Once that clue was discovered her aim shot up a lot. Although by asking the boy about it she managed to get his curiosity spiked, which is bad. She had tried hard to fend him off but it was kind of hard to do when he came over after school every other day. He would be here every day but his mom had given birth to a baby boy a few months back and now he has to help her with the house a lot more than before. It was okay, they thought, at least they got to hang out in dance class and the days he came over.
So anyway, when he came over and saw here little training area his jaws sunk to the ground. Of course, her Mama had forbid her from telling him about the Mythical world but that didn't stop her from telling him a tiny bit of the truth.
the story was rather simple. His dad was this big powerful guy a few years ago, but he suddenly just disappeared. His brothers weren’t big fans of him or each other and tended to hunt down any related to them. So, when she found out about it she decided to start training in more offensive areas. Ballet was good for footwork, balance, and light on your feet but not against people that have a grudge against a man you never even meet.
At first Nathan was scared but when he saw how serious she was about this training and the situation he decided to help. So now every time he came over to her house they did some basic things to get things rolling. First things first was getting comfortable, aka all natural, then they would do stretches before going on a run around the property.
At first neither one of them were able to make the run but through sheer perseverance and stubbornness they had managed it. It took a few tries, with a few failures, for them to be able to do the run on their own without risk of collapsing. Once the run was finished they would do some cool down stretches so they didn't cramp up. After that it was thinks like squats, pushups, sit-ups, etc.
Both preteens thought they were going to die from it all but like always they managed. If they couldn't get something one day they would write it down and try it again then next time. Finally came the knife throwing. It was a little ridiculous to keep turning around for to grab a knew knife every time, so Persia improvised. In short, she cheated and took a few longs strips of leather and then added little pockets to it that were long enough for the knife. She had also done this with a few more strips and made it so both of them could wear one on each thigh and have access to three more blades per legs. Persia had wanted to make one that sat on your hips but realized that it would be a little close for comfort to her privates.
the only thing that Nathan had truly taken to was the meditation and with it his learning curve and nervousness changed dramatically. It was rather strange seeing the shy boy talking to other kids in school or in the ballet class. A few times she wanted to drag him away from all the other and keep him to herself but she knew she couldn't do that. She wouldn't hurt her best friend just to keep him close. Honestly now that she knew most of the stuff about her she was waiting for him to just stop caring for her or tell her to leave him alone.
She was different and knew that but she also wanted a friend. Nathan and her had been friends for years now. But they would be going into puberty in the next few years and she couldn't help but wonder if it will last. Not a happy thought she knew but it was the truth.
For a year, this went on and as it happened both kids were getting more and more attention with either their fitness or their grades, or both! And like she expected Nathan made a new friend, a guy friend, and had stopped coming over as much. She remembered the first time she stood near the gate to her home waiting for the boy to come and only until it was dark did she return home. The Cry that she had night had hurt her more than she thought it would but like all things in her life she expected it. It was that night that she also had another memory of the girl in the cave.

*Flashback*

They had given her a name, after 15 years of waiting. Selene had named her Cerilia Atu. finally, she would have a name to pass on to her babies and their babies' babies. Of course, it hadn’t come without a price. And like all the male Titans most of them involved her body. The only reason why this one hurt her was because of the ones that would be using her. There was of course Kronos, but along with him were three others. The first was none other than her father Prometheus, followed her mother Selene, and after her was Krios.
Like all the other times it was a sexual thing but to think her parents would use her like this it almost broke her heart. But she held strong in her will and love for her children. She didn't care whole the mother or father was just as long as they were hers. And so, for seven moon straight she was used continuously by the three. Most of the time all three of her holes were stuffed, while her moth...no Selene rode her to orgasm. By the end, she was a quivering broken mess. It was only the cries of her hungry children that pulled her up from that. It was also the time that she learned that the titans didn't care for the humans they created, just their own amusement and pleasure.
After that it was a miracle any of the kids survived. Some were covered in their feces while all hadn’t eaten in a week or drank. A few of the older ones had stated themselves on their urine but she didn't want that to ever happen again. So, the next time Rhea came by for a visit she had asked for the women to look after her babies during her monthly cycle. It took her a few tries but after explaining in detail what happened last time the woman cracked and agreed, although she ended up pregnant by the time she did.
The only thing that made her heart ping in sadness was that the only time her creator and mother figure ever visited her was to state their lust. It was sickening to her and she never want to use others like that. It was also the last time she ever enjoys being intimate with anyone. Sure, she did it but never once did she ever reach the peak again.

*Flashback end*

If her own situation was stupid before then that memory made it feel even more so. Sadly, it was thanks to that memory that she learned what sex was. Yes, they learn about it in school but the memory made her experience as well and it was completely different then what those silly teachers told her.
But either way She didn't cry anymore after that when Nathan slowly slipped away. He had even returned the knifes and holders that she got him without even stopping to tell her why. She started wearing an indifferent mask out in pubic which help keep away the bullies but not the rumors that spread.
She didn't know how it happened but somehow her status as Intersex came out to the school body. Of course, like classical human nature they think she is gross, especially when they hear she was born with a penis while completely ignore that her mind is a girl and that she has the girl parts too.
Thankfully a few of the girls in her ballet class didn't care about what she had and were still nice to her but it got to the point where Persia had to ask the teacher if she would give her individual lessons. The girl could feel the tension in the air when she walked in and she didn't like it. So, she went with the one that would make everyone happy, except herself. One thing that did not change through it all was that her mother still encouraged her to be who she is and not care what others thought.
It still managed to bring a smile upon her face every time she thought about how her mother went head to head with some of the other parents when they tried to keep her from going to school. Ignoring the fact that they were one of the highest contributors to the school districts; there was also the fact that Persia had the highest grades in her year. And to make it better, the school board had already known of her status when they excepted her, so their point was mute.
More than once Mama had asked her if she would like to switch schools or become homeschooled but she turned her down every time. Not once did her mother ask her why but inside they both knew it was because she wanted her Nathan back.
It was during this time that she sunk herself into her meditation practices. She had almost built half of the little storage spot in her upper body. She had two in her head where her eyes were, one in her throat, one in each breast, then the main well, one in each shoulder, bicep, fore-arm and hand. When she told her Papa what she was attempting he flat out told her that she was crazy but the scary thing was that it was working!
If anyone had asked Hades what he thought about his little girl it would be simple. Persia is strong, persistent, thinks outside the box, and hopelessly in love with a boy who abandoned her. Yes, she was only 11 and a half but she was also wise beyond her years and knows her feeling quite well. It could also be said that she is way to open with herself when she is at home but he couldn't stop that even if he tried. At least now he didn't have to start chasing boys off with Cerberus' fetching stick. Papa can't do shit to them so here comes Cerby!
If he had to guess a time frame for when his little girl would finish her control technic, he would have to say that by the time she was thirteen it would be finished. After all he had recommended she start with the top half for a reason. Mana can react strange when it gets to the pelvic region. So, by mastering the upper section it will be much easier with the lower.
He still had chuckles to let loss when Zeus decided to go about it the opposite way then they had been told. To think that he slept with Hestia while she was meditating and not conscious of what he was doing. His siblings were appalled with what he did and to think he was the only one to ever do so after that because he got her pregnant. Now she spends most of her time in the body of a child while glaring at the man behind his back. Then again, his punishment was to get sadomized with his own lightning bolt by Hestia on his wedding night with Hera. No one ever did find out if he came after that because of the rode up his rectum, if it was the pain it induced, or that he was a quick shot after being in his wife for only thirty second.
Within three months Persia was ready to move beyond her knife training. She had been hitting the targets 100% of the time while she was standing still, moving, or even upside down in the air. Add in the fact that she got little motors to make the targets sway a bit and you get a good idea of what level she was at. Although she never did get to test them on a real monster but before that she would have to get a set made in celestial Bronze and Stygian Iron. Papa said he would get some for her birthday and she couldn't wait for it.
Just like the first flashback she had of Cerilia Atu's life she got something out of it. This time thought it wasn't a material possession. She developed the mindset to do what needs to be done to protect those she calls her own. Although she doubted she would do what Cerilia did anytime soon but that doesn’t mean she can't fight back with either humiliation or sharp point knifes if needed.
So, in order to do this, she buried herself into what she was learning. She also increased her training more to the point where people would call her crazy; this includes fitness instructors. Persia needed to be better than she was to keep her family safe from those that want to hurt her.
Anyway, back to her next weapon of choice. Now seeing as she had a long-range weapon that could be used close-up as well; what she needed was a something that gave her more reach then she has. It can't be big or what would be the point if they see it a mile away? So, she figured out what she wanted to use. Swords and spears were so mainstream it wasn't even funny. A bow would be added later but not until she gets those memories from Atu's life as well. In the End, she decided go with a single blade that when used correctly could fly out on a chain from the hilt. Thankfully her Papa had managed to create a wooden one with metal chains that she could practice with. Technically this weapon would cover all three areas in terms of range but she was going to use it for anything but mid to short range attacks.
(yes, I borrowed this from God of War but if you'll notice mine is slightly different)
One thing she learned was that Atu's memories were merging with her own. It wasn't just memory but a specific set of them. If they include a main topic in Atu's life, then they were brought in and merged into her own. Persia was eternally thankful that she didn't develop Atu's original submissiveness to the Immortals or she would have been doomed. It didn't take her long to figure out that she was Atu's reincarnation. Given the fact that she had a necklace that was sealed to her soul and the door of memories inside her mind. Well it wasn't all that hard. The only part that was difficult was when she would have flashbacks of when the titans used her body. Sometimes they would happen in dreams while others it was random.
She was only 11 and three quarters but that didn't mean anything to the blood she started finding in her bed a few months ago. Now it was hard to not get excited about something and given that she has a penis as well, it was rather obvious when it happened. So, her chest hurt most of the time and she had to learn about the wonders of womanhood. One thing she knew for sure was that it was better than her time as Atu. In her first life, she never got to learn anything about her monthly cycle except that it was when she got a visit from the titans. So, she never learned of how to truly deal with it. Thankfully in this life she had Sally Jackson as her guide into womanhood.
Another funny thing she learned that when she was on the red, her mana was more powerful. When she figured this out she just had to tell her Papa and of course he called Bullshit all over her explanation. Although that could be because he didn't want to know that she was turning into a young woman.
So right before her time of the month he had asked her to try and take control of the shadows he was manipulating. The first time she tried this it barely quivers before she got Shadowy BS to squish together. Then two days later they tried again and she managed to not only rip it from his control but also make it semi solid before smacking him upside the head with it. Mama laugh at his dumfounded expression before muttering that he needs to share this discovery with his brothers.
It was around this time that the storms started happening on both land and sea. From what Persia knew it was some kind of argument between Uncle Zeus and Poseidon, again. In her mind, it was a little ridiculous that Gods such as them could be so petty over little things and jump to conclusions without any ground to stand on. From her studies, she could tell that the Olympian gods were all Jealous power-hungry idiot. They kill those that do favors for them and then act like it wasn't their own fault. It sickened her to the core.
But this was all simple stuff in her mind. The ground breaker was when her Papa gave her some news near the end of her 6th grade year.
Neither Persia or her Mama knew what to think when Hades gave them the news. It seemed so out there that they couldn't even begin to understand it.
"Zeus thinks that Poseidon and I worked together to steal his Lightning bolt during the Winter Solstice. The idiot believes that we sired children and had them do it; seeing as Gods cannot directly steal another’s symbol of power." His voice was grave and the girls could tell by how tightly he was clenching the side of the table that he was angry beyond recognition.
Persia looked at her mother for a moment before turning back to her Papa. IF what he said was true then she will more than likely get attacked more often when she is outside of her home. Zeus would stop at nothing to get rid of her just because she exists and this just adds an excuse to try.
"So, what do we do? If I go out I will be attacked and if I stay, then I get isolated." She knew what she was going to have to do, although she would rather not do it. Her parents seemed to also understand her thoughts as well. Mama's shoulders slumped a little bit while her father’s face got a pained look to it.
"We have to send you to the camp for the summer. I know we said we wouldn't send you there but this is something we cannot avoid. Also, Chiron will help you with when you are there, so don't worry about that. More than likely a quest will be given to find the Bolt and we need you to be on it." She didn't know what to think with everything that had been said but she knew that she had to do it either way. So, with a rather reluctant nod she accepted it.
After a round of hugs from both of them, she headed off to her room to pack her things. She knew Mama would make a round of phone calls to excuse her from the end of the year exams and told Ms. Turk, her ballet teacher, that she wouldn't be returning for a little while. Most wouldn't mind her absence but others couldn't help but wonder what happened.
Getting inside her room she set out to get all the things that she would need. Sadly because of she had to go to the camp she would have to actually where clothing all the time. Mama still found it funny that she didn't care for clothing; although her closet was full of the stuff. A huff escaped her lips as she went through everything. Even though she always took them off when she was at home Persia had already started wearing training bras for most of the school year. It was hard to find ones that weren’t all bright and super cute looking but with some effort on her part she found some Gothic looking ones. Her favorite one was the forest green one with little black skulls on it.
Deciding she didn't care for the camp uniform, if there was one, she grabbed enough clothing to have something different to wear each day. She picked out a few dark color tank tops for exercising in, along with more than a few pairs of black legging and some jeggings. Wanting to stick to the whole Daughter of Hades front she grabbed two pairs of shoes. One was a simple pair of black and grey running shoes while the other was a nice pair of boots that had a Stygian iron point on the toes. This way even her kicks could hurt the bastards if needed. To top it all off she grabbed her favorite hoodie. It was Black of course but it had a picture of a Wolf howling to the moon on the back.
Once she was all dressed she strapped her knife holders on her legs and one across her chest. She kept them empty for the moment except for the single steel one on her thigh, she always had one that could hurt mortals.
Other than that, she didn't really have anything else that she needed with her. Everything else was simply not useful for where she was going. Although she did have her necklace dangling out of her clothing for once. Seeing that she had all that she needed she put it all in her backpack before heading down to her parents.
Like the first time she saw them together they were sitting at the table. The only difference was that her Papa had a serious look in his eyes while Mama looking like she had been crying a little. Persia wanted to tell them that it would be alright, that she had trained for this, but she knew she couldn't say it or she wouldn't leave. She was about to speak up when she noticed what was on the table.
Sitting neatly in line with each other were throwing knifes and her chain blade. All of them were made out of a darker tone Stygian iron that made them look pitch black but one thing she notice was that the edges of all the blades were covered in what looked like silver. Persia knew that it was for werewolves so she didn't bother questioning them.
Her Chain blade on the other hand looked wicked though. It was black like her throwing knifes and still had the silver edging to it but what made it different was that it chain was silver as well and that there was a gold wave like pattern etched in the center. It was beautiful in her eyes and she had the sudden desire to stroke the blade. What she didn't expect was for it to glow ever so briefly when she touched it while at the same time shrinking into a silver bracelet with black water charm on it. It was just as pretty to her in this form as the other.
However, she was brought out of her trance when she felt the bracelet's power sink within her and latch itself onto her soul. It was rather shocking to say the least. Now just like Atu's necklace she had something from this life that would carry on to the next. It was good to know that at least in that life they would have a weapon available.
When she went to touch the knifes she wasn't all that surprised that they didn't bond with her like her Chain blade had. It was a little sad but she would live with it. Besides from what she could guess it was one bonding per life. What she didn't expect was for her sheaths to change when she put the knifes in. One by one they changed as she went. From the weird pockets to simple loops that held them in place until she wanted one. The only other change was that the leather band she used turned silver as well. Persia could feel her eyebrow quirking at the black and silver theme that kept happening but managed to ignore it fairly well.
Once she was all finished her Papa spoke up, "For a girl that doesn't like wearing clothing I must say you look like a true daughter of Hades in that outfit."
She couldn't stop the giggle that came with his words but it was true. All the black and silver made her look like an assassin and if you added her indifferent mask that she wore in public she would fit the roll well. Of course, she didn't want to kill humans, just monsters, seeing how in her past life she was the first one ever. It kind of gave her a motherly feeling when she thought of it but she knew that she didn't really need the bond no more. All her actually children had Died many thousands of years ago. Talk about feeling old.
"My little girl will look beautiful in anything she wears, or doesn't as the case might be." Mama had a mock superiority smile on her face before it cracked and she too joined her daughter in a giggle fit.
When they all calmed down some Persia decided to get this stupid camping thing started. Why wait for the cat to die when it’s on death door, all it did was make it more painful. With one last hug to her Mama her father laid a hand on her head before they disappeared in a flash of black light.
When she opened her eyes, she was along on a hill with a white pine tree that towered over all the rest. She could feel that it was holding the life of a girl inside it but that it was also powering a barrier around the camp that was similar to the one at home. It was tempting to help the girl pass on in peace but she didn't know what it would do to the barrier so decided she was fine where she was.
Looking down upon the camp she could tell already that it was going to be a pain. There were Twelve cabins in a U shape and a bonfire in the center. Already she could tell that her Papa didn't have a cabin seeing as how none of them were not in any way black or having any death like symbols on them. To the left of the cabin was what looked like an old farm house with a wraparound porch. That was probably where the councilors stayed. To the right of the U was a large area with what looked like training dummies and a stand to sit in. A little beyond that was a climbing wall with all different kind of things attacking the climbers, even lava.
Then there was the what looked like the stables for animals of some kind. Persia had always wanted to go horseback riding; hopefully they wouldn't be put off by her father’s presence on her. Her heart did skip a beat when she saw the archery range though. It was the one thing she wanted to try here before her past memories came up again.
knowing that she was just stalling the inevitable Persia started walking toward the farm house. As she walked she thought about what she could do in a place like this. She now had people to practice with but she wasn't sure that they would be good at it. Then again, her skills were kind of out there from everyone else’s so it was more than likely that they wouldn't know what to do with her once they started.
A frown appeared on her face when she got to the farm house but couldn't hear or sense anyone inside. It was rather disconcerting to be honest. Fortunately, her worries were disproven when she heard a someone sigh around the corner of the porch. Not knowing what she was to do Persia climbed the steps and walked over to the person. What she found wasn't what she was expecting.
In an old rocking chair was a man in a purple leopard print tracksuit, a pair of sunglasses, a frown etched into his face, and a diet coke in his hands. He smelled of grapes and grass but she couldn't tell if it was natural or the kind of shower items he used. There was an aura of power about him but it was in a natural state that told her not to make him angry or she would get burnt.
"Are you going to sit there all day girl or are you going to say something?" his voice had a sad and tired quality to it. It made Persia wonder what it was that made the man sound the way he did. Maybe he missed his family or had lost someone close to him?
That was when she realized he spoke to her, making her jump ever so slightly. It wasn't often that she missed things like that, especially after this last year. She had been in this camp for less than an hour and she was already messing up.
"Umm...sorry sir. I wasn't really sure where to go you see. My Papa told me I had to come here last night and he just dropped me off. He said I needed to speak to Chiron?" She winced at the casual way she spoke to this man. Usually she would be more formal with strangers but here she was spilling her words and calling her father by her preferred way.
the man turned an eye to her for a moment. To him she didn't look like much, in terms of body and strength, but he knew that demigods can be surprising. One thing that surprised him was the knifes across her chest and on her thighs. She didn't look like she could use them all that well but what would he know? He used staffs. Then there was all the Black she wore. He couldn't tell if it was her personal style or tribute to her godly parent. The thing that threw him off was her eyes. The dual colored eyes weren’t normal by any standard for a demigod. It usually spoke of mixed heritages from different gods. He would have to look after this girl to see what signs she showed.
"Chiron isn’t here; he has been out on an assignment for the year and will not be back for a few weeks." The girl seemed to deflate before his eyes before perking back up.
Persia on the other hand was irritated. He papa had sent her to a camp to talk to a man that wasn't even there! She didn't even know what she was really supposed to talk about with the man; so, it wasn't like she could tell this guy whatever it is she needs to. That was when a thought hit her.
If Chiron wasn't here, then would she still be able to sleep in the farm house? She didn't know where the demigods go that aren’t part of the Olympian Council go for sleep. Then there was the issue with her privates and how she would bath while she was here. Anxiety was stating to weigh her down when she realized a little something. This man must be an employee or something of the camp so he could help her!
"Would it be okay if I talked to you instead then? I’d rather not leave because of a technicality." Funny how she really wished she could but she had promised her papa that she would stay for the summer. The man quirked an eyebrow at her before rolling his hand in a 'go ahead' kind of way.
"I don't really know how to put it besides being blunt about it." She could feel a small blush creeping up on her as she spoke, this was the first time she had to talk about her difference without here Mama being around. And her memories as Atu didn't help at all because her kids just accepted it as normal. "The thing is that.... I was born with both boy and girl parts. My papa said I should be able to stay in this farm house so I don't cause problems in whatever cabin I was put it."
Both man and girl were silent for a moment before the man seemed to scan her with his eyes. Up and down they went; trying to see something that wasn't obvious. She knew that look but his didn't have any anxiety or disgust hidden within. He was simply curious about her predicament. To Persia it was like the world stopped while she was waiting for him to say something. It was drowning how he just stared, never blinking but always watching.
Finally, he cleared his throat, "If that is the case then I see no problem with you staying in the Big House. If you are claimed and your parent has a cabin you may move in there if you choose but until then you may say here." Instantly a smile spread across her face and she swore that the man blushed ever so slightly but wrote it off as her imagination. "Your room with have its own shower and is on the second floor, the last one on the left. If you need anything then don't be afraid to ask."
"I'm sorry but I don't know your name?" the man seemed to smirk a little at her before answering.
"And I don't know yours." Persia couldn't stop the pout from forming, "But to be fair my name is Dionysius."
"Persia Jackson" he nodded in acceptance before turning his head away to show that their talk was done. With grace that no girl her age should have Persia grabbed her things and headed inside. If she had looked back she would have seen Dionysius watching her as she went.
Once inside she took a moment to look around. There were vines growing up one wall, weaving themselves through masks. There was a Pac man machine on one wall with a juke box next to it. Above the fire place there was what looked like a stuffed panther head but it was also moving like a real cat. She wanted to pet it but held back until she was used to it first. The room looked rather mannish to her but then again if the heads of the camp were all guys then it would make sense to her.
With that done she headed up the stairs to her room. It didn't take all that long to find but what was inside was rather bizarre. The room itself was much bigger then she thought it was from the outside. And the design was amazing! The floor was carpeted with a rich green carpet, the walls looked like stone but with draws in them to store her things. Along one wall was what looked like a waterfall and when she dipped her hand in it the water warmed up to her perfect temperature. then there was her bed. It was big and fluffy but also round in shape. It was stashed in a corner and to her it kind of looked like an animal’s bed just supersized. When she flopped down on it though she found that she didn't care if it was such a bed, the darn thing was comfortable to the point where she wanted one at her Mama's.
Wanting to get the stupid things out of the way Persia got up and locked her door, so she didn't get any unwanted guests, before she started putting her things away. Once she was finished she was itching to get comfortable but she had to get use to wearing clothing at all times while she was here. It was a pain but it was necessary. Maybe at night time she would get comfortable and go to sleep that way but for now she would have to put it off.
Feeling rather hungry she figured a bit to eat would be nice. It was a little too hot though for her so she left her hoodie behind on her bed. Walking outside of her room she pauses to look at her new home. It felt more natural to her than her Mama's house, not that she would ever tell her that. Persia had a small theory on why though. Like almost everything it all leads back to her life as Atu. When she was alive she lived in a time without much of anything and had to life in a cave network. It wasn't bad, especially when she got the titans to fix it up for her, but it seemed that being one with nature felt better to her. So, know Persia had to deal with not like the city, or manmade homes and preferred the natural way of things and all that it entailed.
Personally, if she lived long enough Persia wanted to either find her past lives home or make her own. It would be hard to do but she always did want to try living in a cave. Sounds barbaric but to her it felt right in a way she couldn't explain.
Shacking the thought of her preferred way of life out of her mind she headed down to see what she could find out about the camp. Thankfully she didn't have to wait all that long to find that help. Sitting on the front porch with the man that had helped her was a boy with sandy blonde hair, Carmel skin, strong but not overly large muscles, and warm brown eyes. She didn't think he was much older than her but the muscles made him look more so. When his eyes fell on her he smiles with perfectly white teeth. Almost instantly a blush flooded her cheeks but she refused to look away from the boy. doing so would just lead him on.
"So, you’re the new camper that Mr. D asked be to lead around. Names Lucas Mayweather by the way, my father is Hephaestus God of the forge." His voice was even a little crackly like it was trying to change but didn't know how. She would find it funny but she knew he couldn't help it.
"Persia Jackson, I don't know who my papa is." She could see the light dim in his eye just a little at her word. Persia knew that many kids were ignored by their godly parents and it hurt her to know that she was visitor regularly by her Papa. The problem was that he didn't want her to come straight out and tell everyone that she was his daughter. It wasn't that he was ashamed of her; it was for her protection.
"Well either way I know that you will love it here. I’ve been here for three years and I don't ever want to leave." He flashed her a grin before grabbed her hand to drag her around camp. The boy’s excitement was contagious as soon she was just as pepped up as him.
For the next few hours, and a quick lunch for their first stop, they walked all around the camp. He told her about all the different monster he had killed and his life before camp, he wrestled. Of course, that wasn't all that they talked about. He explained the cabin system and how the unclaimed went to the over flowing Hermes cabin. Thankfully she had managed to get out of that because of her differences. Lucas was rather put out when she told him that she was staying in the Big house because of a medical condition. He had tried fishing for an answer but failed spectacularly.
There were many campers that wanted to meet the girl in black over the next few day, according to Lucas. Persia on the other hand didn't feel like dealing with them so she would hide out at the big house or in the forest near the stream. She spent most of her time relaxing and trying to build another storage spot in her system right on her belly button. A trick she had learned was to build the storage spot first before the actual pipe systems. It made it so she could rout the pipes differently instead of finding places along the pipes that would work well. But like her Papa said it would be 'the top is much easier to figure out then the bottom.'
To her it wasn't that she couldn’t figure it out; it was that it was march harder to build in then the top. If she thought about it she would say that building the upper half was like running your hand through dirt. A little hard bit manageable. But on the other hand, to bottom half is like running your hand through semi-dry clay; frustrating but with enough effort and force it can be done. Good thing all this meditation was making her have more patients or she would be on angry preteen girl.
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