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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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It had been three weeks since Persia had arrived at Camp Half-blood and she couldn’t honestly say that she liked it, if only somewhat. She had tried every activity that they had to offer and found that only an odd few were challenging for her. That would be the climbing wall, the odd duel with Luke the son of Hermes, and trying to be friends with those stinking pegasi.
turns out that the horse in question seemed to have conflicting desires. At one time, they want to both be under hear hand to be petted while at the same time they wanted to run away from her. Neither of them could figure out why. Although this also lead to the question about how she could talk to horses! She had never heard of a child of hades being able to do such a thing. Poseidon yes but not her Papa. Either she was weird or she had some Poseidon blood in her from long ago.
It kind of made sense to her with her love of the water and how it always made her feel better than before. There is also the fact that she could breathe under water without drowning. She didn’t want to tell anyone about that though in case they got any ideas.
One thing that had happened was that her Papa eventually claimed her. It took over a week for him to do so but her finally did. And of course, her father had to be a jerk about it and do it when she was in the most bizarre place. She had been in the shower when the stupid sign appeared. To make matters worse was that she didn’t know it and that her papa had made it really big over the house. Everyone put two and two together and were soon rushing to her to see. She was lucky the door was locked or someone would have seen far more then they planned to.
After that everyone got super awkward around her. To her it seemed like they were all scared of talking to her in case she had her dad punish them or something. The only one that talked to her regularly was Lucas, Dionysius, and Katie Gardner a daughter of Demeter. Funny enough the girls bonded over something simple...gossiping about how good Lucas' body looked when they went swimming. Well more like they went swimming since Persia never owned a swimsuit and the camp store seemed to only sell bikinis. So, she just laid back in the sun with one of Katie’s extra tops and a pair of shorts. No one asked her why she was wearing shorts but she knew they were curious.
She did manage to have another memory moment though and surprisingly it was a rather nice one this time. She had finally managed the courage to try and use the bow and arrow but as soon as she touched the bow her mind jolted.

*flashback*

A 6-year-old Atu was bouncing on the ground in excitement, literally she was bouncing her butt off it repeatedly. Today was the day that Mother Selene promise to teach her how to use the bow. It looked hard but she knew she would do it. It was her mommy that was teacher her so she had to.

So, after eating a little breakfast of berries and some raw meat that she had from the rabbit she got the other day she was rather full. Sadly, a full Atu in an energetic one as well. She even still had the blood from the rabbit dripping down her face and body but she didn’t care, besides is not like she truly knew any better.
She had been sitting there bouncing for well over an hour but she didn’t mind, after all her mommy didn’t say when she would be here just that it would be in the morning. And while she bounced she thought off all the things she could do with a bow. Maybe she could eventually get that bear that kept stealing her honey from the bee hive down the river. She was a honey nut to be sure.
Finally, it had started to dawn on the two hour mark her mommy appeared in a silver flash of light. It made Atu blind for a minute but eventually the colorful spots went away. And when she could finally see she lunged to hug her mommy with all her strength. Of course, it was a rather rushed hug because her mother had noticed the still fresh blood on the little girl and didn’t want to get her clothes filthy.
"Nice to see you as well child. Are you ready for today's lesson?" Atu nodded her headed so fast that Selene probably thought it would fall off. Atu was staring at the bow on the woman’s back that she didn’t even notice that the warm red liquid on her had disappeared at some point. Then Selene snapped her fingers making an assortment of bows appear on the ground in front of little Atu.
"Wow mommy they're so pretty! Which one is mine?" Atu's big amber colored eyes sparkled as she looked at the weapons in front of her. They looked so much better than that sharp rock that she had been given last year. If the child had been looking up she would have seen the irritation and future regret in her mother figures eyes but alas she didn’t so she wouldn’t.
"Which ever one picks you, child. These were all made by the One-hundred-hand ones in honor of your creation but only one will choose you and stay with you." Honestly the woman couldn’t believe those idiots did such a thing. they were handing this creature a weapon to actually fight back with but Selene wasn’t a smart woman for nothing. So, she played the role of a caring mother.
"Really? That’s so nice of them." she didn’t have a clue who these hand people were but they made her a gift so she would cherish it forever. Gifts from one to another are important after all. Taking a look at the bows in front of her she wanted to just run her little fingers all over them and never stop but she also wanted her lessons so she would have to do that later.
There were only three bows there but each one were very pretty in her eyes. the one on the left was made of some black metal with some pretty green gems studded into it. It looked nice but she wasn’t all too keen with it. Besides it’s all dark and scary to her. The second bow was made of a shiny silver like her mommy's bow and have some pink design etched into it like a vine going down the metal. Like the first she didn’t feel a real call to it besides the relation to her mommy. with a cute little frown on her face she looked at the last one and gasped.
the bow itself was a light lavender color but it had a black swirl design all over it. Inside she could feel it calling to her, that it wanted her to claim it. Slowly she reached out to grab it and when she did she felt a shock of something throughout her body. Atu stopped and stared at the bow in awe for a moment before looking at her mommy, hopefully she knew what just happened.
the woman actually chuckled at the look on the little one’s face, "That was your weapon boding to you, youngling. In a few years time, I’ll provide a way for you to turn it into something else less noticeable but for now it will stay as it is." Atu nodded but not really understanding what she was being told.
After that Selene showed her the proper way to hold a bow and how to draw it back. They spend weeks just practicing how to draw it back correctly with an arrow on it before Selene even conceded letting the child release it. Surprisingly enough that first shot actually hit the target she had made, which was a stick man with the target being his groin area.
Once it was proven that she was a bit of a natural with it and had okay aim, Selene told her to practice for two months straight just shooting the arrows. Atu would only be allowed to stop for food and bed. Selene didn’t care if her fingers were bleeding or if she covered herself in her excrement’s. And she did all that was asked of her for that time.
In the end Atu couldn’t feel anything in her finger tips for over a year as her body healed the damage. She also learned how to hold it when she had to go to the bathroom. Most of the time though she didn’t even have the energy to make it to bed or bath after the day. It was fairly common for the little girl to just collapse in her own mess after working all day. When she was finished with the two-month training she was more than happy to go jump in the ocean to get everything off of her. She had really started to smell after the first week.
From that point on Selene made things more challenging for the child. Whether it was the targets moving farther back, making them sway, shooting her own arrows at the child, or just making her do it all at night. Of course, it was the last one that took the most training to accomplish. It also didn’t help that the girl had taken to sleeping during the day and training at night. In Atu's mind it was so she could be with her mommy when she was awake just by looking up. To Selene it was an enduring annoyance to look upon the earth and see those amber eyes staring up at her.

*Flashback end but not back to present*

Once the memories stopped flowing into her mind Persia was finally able to look at the world around her once again. What she didn’t expect was to be in the grey room with Atu's door that she had found herself in after the Cyclops attack. The room though was different.
For starters, the room was almost similar to her room back in the big House. The only real difference was that there were a few pictures up on the walls. There was one when she first went swimming with Nathan and when he told her that he would always be there for her when they started training. The hurt she felt when he broke that promise came back to the surface, making her cry for the boy that broke her heart.
Then her water and puffy eyes turned to the next set of photos. There were a few of her mama and papa talking together. Persia could see the love for each other swelling in their eyes. She hoped they gave her a baby brother or sister sometime soon but for now she was happy with what she had. Following that were some of Camp half-blood but mainly just Lucas' rugged smile.
Persia didn’t know what to feel at the next set she found. They were obviously for Atu's life and those she loved. At first there was just a picture of the small brown haired girl with amber eyes and a happy smile with nothing on. Then there was one with her hugging Selene while clutching her bow to her side like it was a baby. Then they started getting a little darker in contents. Atu's memories of her sexual life had turning into a single painting that shifted like a slide show. It showed all that was done to her no matter how perverse it may have been.
thankfully it moved on after that with picture of each of her children and their names. There were far too many for Persia to ever recount them all consciously but at least in here the memory of them wouldn’t die out.
With tears of remorse from the baby photo's Persia looked at the door that lead to Atu's memory bank. She would say that Atu was somewhere in there but she knew that in reality Atu was her and she was only regaining what she lost. The door itself wasn’t nearly as open as she thought it would be by now. If she had to guess that she wasn’t even half way through with absorbing her old memories. The only thing that the dual eyes colored girl could think of was that the rest was the varies skill that she had picked up as Atu. But that would be too much for any human to hold, especially with her being a demigod in this life. That’s not even counting her powers from Poseidon. Hopefully the Gods wont smite her when she unlocks them all.

*Back to present*

Sadly, whenever she practiced she had to use a camp bow instead of her own. She would be disappointed in that but the problem was that she couldn’t find her old bow. She had dug through every single memory of her bow in her mind but not one of them showed here where it could have been placed. The stupid thing is that it should have been with her in this life since it bonded to her during Atu's and yet it hasn’t shown up anywhere. With her luck, some stupid god thought it was lost or something and took it.
Anyway, it was just about the middle of June when Persia was just walking around the camp when she heard a what sounded like fighting just beyond the camp boarder. Honestly you would think that the kid would just say screw it and sprint to the boarder. Just drop their stuff and go but nope most don’t have common sense. So, with a sigh on her breath Persia ran off toward the battle.
It didn’t take her all that long to get there, not with all the shadows empowering her. But what she found made her question the kids sanity. There was a woman standing by a tree looking scared for the boy’s life but when Persia looked deeper she could see her desire for the child to suffer. from the Groaning lump, not five feet away from her was a boy with goat legs, most likely the kid’s protector, and he looked like he was bleeding from the back of his head.
The last kid was looking like an idiot. With the stupid grin on his face and his celestial bronze sword raised high he boy ran at the monster, which turned out to be the freaking minitour in a pair of tightie whities. She almost wanted to turn around and leave them to their fate but she just couldn’t do it. If she could she would curse Atu's kindness. So, with a quick flick of her wrist she brought out her chain Blade.
Not even thinking twice she dashed at the mad bull from the side before jumping as high as she could. Once she reached her peak he gave a mighty slash with the blade only for it to fly from the handle and wrap itself around the creature’s neck with the blade sunk half an inch into its flesh. She swore its eyes almost popped out of his skull but she didn’t want to be called a liar. Before she could give her blade a jerk and end the beast it reached out and snatched up the boy’s mother. The lady screamed for a short moment before disappearing in a golden light.
She knew the woman wasn’t dead, she would have felt it otherwise, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t angry. With a tug of her arm there was a schlicking sound before a solid thump as the beast head slammed to the ground. And then there was silence.
Tick tock tick tock it went on until finally the boy fainted in an ugly lump. So, there she was stuck with the head of the minitour and two passed out idiots. Why does she always have to do all the hard work?
Within a few minutes, she had all three nicely piled together before she plopped herself down on goat boys back. With just a little concentration and the picture of the big house porch Persia shadow traveled them into the camp.
Almost instantly the boys were carted away to the infirmary while she asked Dionysius if he could make is so the minitours head could move like the panthers but instead of roars it says silly jokes. The man looked at her like she was crazy but did it anyway. She did however cut off the things horns. they were just way too big to be waving around like that. What she did with them? Why she hung them above the Big house’s doorway! Chiron, who had come back a few short days ago, could only shake his head in amusement at her ideas.
Apparently as how she was the first camper to respond to the kids aid she was now his designated Nurse made under Mr. D's orders. IT wouldn’t have been bad if the kid didn’t smell like a dumpster left in the desert. And because she had to take care of the idiot she had to clean him up. They made her, an 11-year-old girl, give this boy a freaking sponge bath! What is wrong with these people?!
So, after turning so red in the face her toes where turning purple, Persia was finally able to go to her own room for the night. Although it was kind of pointless because she spent most of it scrubbing herself raw from what she had to do earlier. Stupid mean Dionysius and perverted old men.
The next few days were the same for her. Get up and get dressed for the day, eat some food, go check on the idiot, give him another bath, dress him, eat lunch, check on the idiot again, change his damp towel, go to dinner, then go to bed after scrubbing her body raw. By the end of the day she was sick and tired of taking care of the boy. She was about to get to the point of just smacking him until he wakes up. Might get in trouble but at least she wouldn’t have to see his privates or touch them ever again.
Thankfully by the fourth day the kid woke up. He was still delirious for some stupid reason but at least he could bath himself. When Chiron had tried to push the tour giving business on her, she immediately pushed it off onto that girl Annabeth. Besides she seemed interested in the boy for some odd reason, so she could have him.
Not wanting to see the kid more than she had to she stayed far away from him. Naturally she spent most of her time in the Archery range either practicing with a bow or her knifes. So far it was just as easy as it was back home. The only difference was now she had the Apollo kids breathing down her neck to teach them how to throw like she did. When they didn’t get the point of her saying no she decided that if they wanted to see it so bad then they could be her new targets. It was quite fun for her but scared the hell out them.
From what Katie heard the idiot's life she saved was named Peter Johnson and was supposedly super shy. He was bad at everything he had tried so far, only trying once shouldn’t justify quitting but he did. The boy was good at canoeing, so many speculated that he was the kid of some minor water god. Persia didn’t think that was the case, the boy just need a very firm nudge to get his butt in gear. Heck even the Aphrodite kids do more things at camp then this kid.
To Persia the kid was a twit that had a strong resemblance to her. Yeah, she already knew that a lot of the elder god’s kids looked alike but in this case, it was a little too close for comfort. He had the same raven colored hair, sea green eyes, and those dimples when he smiled which she only saw once when she was bathing him...pervert!
She was more than positive that he was a child or legacy of Poseidon but wasn’t sure how to say it. So instead she didn’t say a thing and just waited. Honestly if the idiot just fell in the lake he would probably get claimed already.
Today Persia was just walking down the beach. If anyone asked this was her favorite thing to do at the camp she was stuck in. Between all the drama from the demigods and Lucas always walking around shirtless she needed to clear her mind a little.
Tonight, was supposed to be the capture the flag night and she really wanted to play but at the same time it was a chance for to relax and not have to deal with all of them. It didn’t help that she was forced to be paired up on the idiot’s team with the Hermes and Athena cabins. To make matters worse she was cramping like nobody’s business.
Just as she was about to head toward the dinning pavilion she was hit with another massive cramping spree. She actually had to stop moving and curl into herself for this one. It went on for a few minutes and when it finally calmed down she was able to breathe again. There was no way she was playing this game like this. So, trying to move as fast as she could she scurried up to her team’s leader, Annabeth, and explained her situation. The blonde girl gave her a look of sympathy before telling her to go lay down and that they would be fine without her.
It sucked but she just couldn’t do it. Thankfully she managed to get back to her room and bundled up in a ball of blankets before the next surge of pain came upon her. If someone told her they were jealous that has periods then they are idiots, no way around it. For the next few hours she drifted in and out of consciousness. Oh, delirious thought in her mind was how the hell did she manage to live as Atu and have these while she was having sex with the titans? Her body as Atu must have been Godly or something.

0/0

Persia didn’t find out what happened the night before until she went to lunch. She had missed breakfast for obvious reasons. Well apparently, Clarisse tried to get back at Peter for the Toilet thing and had attacked him personally. She was kicking his butt until he stepped into the stream and somehow started beating them. The shadow user wanted to call her them out on the obvious lie but couldn’t after their next words.
"Then a green trident appeared above his head! Luke came through with the flag and Chiron called out 'All Hail, Peter Johnson, Son of Poseidon' and everyone had to kneel to him." Katie actually looked disgusted when she thought about kneeling before that idiot and truthfully so was she.
"So, what’s been happening so far today? I haven’t been feeling too well so I’m missing a lot." It was true actually. Between her cramping, comfy bed, and having to change her tampon she didn’t want to get up. But she had to this time; besides she needed to get more from the camp store and she was rather hungry after missing dinner last night as well.
"Yeah I heard about that. Hope you’re feeling better today though." The Sympathy just seemed to roll of Katie that Persia had trouble telling if it was real.
She tried to give the other girl a smile but it probably looked more like a wince, "to tell you the truth I almost didn’t get out of my bed. But I needed to get some stuff from the store so I had to get up."
"Didn’t anyone tell you that we girls get our things from the Big house? He would never let things like that in the store, not with the Hermes kids running it." Persia almost wanted to kill that stupid horse but she was too tired to do it yet. Maybe in a week or two.
Katie tried to chat with her for a little while but she just could work up the energy to do anything. He may not know it but not even Lucas couldn’t get her to do anything at the moment. Eventually it got to the point where she had to leave or something would happen. She didn’t know what but it was something.
Too bad this something is a stupid idiot that can’t leave well enough alone. She was just getting to the edge of the pavilion when he walked up to her. He had this superior look on his face that she just wanted to punch and this ungodly swagger in his steps. It was revolting in so many ways and to think she was related to this jerk.
"Hey there, I didn’t see you last night at the game. Did you get lost or something?" He extended his hand out for her to hold but she really didn’t want to. "By the way I never did get your name? Mines Peter Johnson, son of Poseidon." Persia wasn’t in the mood for him but knew he wouldn’t stop until she answered.
"I didn’t feel like playing, so I stayed out." His smile waver a little when she ignored his hand, "As for my name. Well I don’t feel like telling you. And besides who goes about boasting they are the son of the sea god?"
She pushed past him, trying not to touch him along the way, but he didn’t seem to take the hint when he grabbed her by the arm. She looked at him then his hand and then back to him. Her face had become cold and her voice darker then pitch.
"Get your hands off me, you stupid boy." luckily, he jumped back in fright thus allowing her to go on her way. there were bound to be whispers about her after that but only two people, to her knowledge, new why she was so short with everyone.
Once she was back in the Big house she stormed into the medical closet and grabbed the closest box of womanly items that she could find before flying up to her room. One locked door, a change of clothing, and a bundle of blankets later Persia was lost in her own little world.

0/0

Lost was an understatement. She didn’t come out for another two days. It got to the point where Katie had brought her meals to her room which she was thankful for. Whenever the girl asked her to come out, that the sun would make her feel better all she got was the shadows turning semi-solid and waving around the room. Katie learned quick not to ask.
One thing that didn’t make any sense to Persia was why this one was so much more intense than her last? Maybe her body was changing more than it’s supposed to be? If her Atu form was melding with her Persia form, then this would make sense in a sick way. Two different forms making one equals extremely strong periods. Totally makes sense...Not!
In the end, she just decided to roll with the punches and pray to Artemis that they don’t get any worse. Thankfully though hers only last for four straight days and nights. In time her monthly would become legend among the female campers but that time hasn’t arrived just yet.
After a long hot shower and getting dressed in a pair of shorts and a tank top she was ready for the day. Taking off in a run from her room she headed outside, only stopping for a very short moment to say hello to Mr. D, and went to find something to do. She was thinking about training in some hand to hand for the day just to spice her life up a little.
Once she was in the arena she took a little look around. There were Ares and Athena kids sparring off to the side, some Hermes kids trying to pick pocket an Aphrodite boy, and then there was that idiot wildly swinging his blade at the dummies. Sometimes the blade would get stuck and he would have to pull it out while making a bunch of grunting noises. It was sad really but that doesn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy the show while it lasted. It did make her wonder how the boy survived in the outside world for so long though. Probably Poseidon if anything.
Seeing that everyone was busy doing something she headed to the back of the arena to the lone dummy. From what she learned during her stay here was that this dummy was made by a Hecate boy and some child of Hephaestus a few decades ago. Their goal was to create the perfect training dummy that could take damage and deal it back as well. this would teach future demigods that anything could kick their but no matter how innocent looking. the Problem was that it worked to well. And now the Dummy will keep on fighting until its target is unconscious or the demigod manages to severely damage it.
It had three known modes. Medium range for spear users, short for blades, and hand to hand. There might be more than those but no one has been stupid enough to give the thing more to access. Chiron even forbid the use of demigod powers just in case.
So, feeling a little curious, and crazy, she stepped up in front of the thing. Crouching a little with her hands up to guard herself she waiting until this unstoppable dummy took charge. It seemed to shake a little before it snapped up into position. There was no really form to her martial arts; it’s kind of like act and react with lightning fast jabs. Given how flexible she is it should be even easier.
The fight started out easy. they were testing each other to see how much effort would be need to beat the other. First it was simple punches and a few kicks. They parried each other blow for blow just speeding up as they moved. If it wasn’t for all the continuous sprinting and ballet she had done over the years Persia would have been hurt more times than she could count. She could already feel bruises forming on her arms from all the blocks she was forced to do. Looks like it’s time to take her little fight up a notch.
Taking a deep breath Persia waiting until the dummy punched. She waited until the last moment before twirling to the right. With a quick bit of footwork, she stabilized herself before putting all her force into a nasty spin kick. As soon as her foot connected with the wooden enemy she could see the bark break off a little before it launched into the wall behind them. It hit so hard the even the wall shuddered under her force.
Soon the small dust cloud that had formed settled down to show her as she was and the dummy smashed into the wall. Slowly she released her breath as her muscles relaxed. It was then that she noticed the arena was dead silent. As she looked at them she blinked a few times. Most of the older campers were looking at her like she was some kind of deity while the younger ones were thinking it was crazy for a girl her size to have that much strength.
Technically the younger ones were right. She wouldn’t have that strength if it wasn’t for her body merging with her past life’s. It sounds impossible to even her but she could see the new brown highlights in her hair and that the inner green ring in her eyes turned amber. Add in the fact that when she was Atu she was the limit of what humans could reach. It kind of a given that some of her attributes were transferred to her new life. Thus making Persia Jackson the first human limiter. Although these traits that she had picked up were much lower then what they were when she lived as Atu.
It took more energy out of her to summon up that much force behind that kick but she figured it would be able to withstand it. turned out she was right when only the back cracked under her strength. Feeling a little sluggish after that fight Persia rolled her shoulders before fixing her ponytail, which had come out during that last bout. Once she was all set she took off at a slight jog. Not once did she think about the people that she left in a state of shock back in the arena.
Her little trip to the arena only lasted an hour and now she was more bored then before. What was a soon to be 12-year-old girl to do? She could practice her knifes and shooting some more but that was getting boring with continuous usage. She could practice with her chain blade but with there being literally no one here that knew how to fight against it she couldn’t really get all that better at the moment. Besides if she wanted to practice with it she would have to use her old wooden one to not hurt anyone to bad.
Gods being a quick learner sucks hellhound balls! What could she do that could keep her entertained and be useful? Well there was the labyrinth connected to that hunk of rocks in the woods but she wanted to fight something, not travel to china. She had already managed to get past most of her problems with ready English thanks to her Mama's teachings and the helpers at school. Maybe she could learn another language? She instinctively knew ancient Greek because of her parentage, not counting the fact that it was the only language around when she was Atu. But what was the point when her next life will get her another one? Although that might be fun just using one of her reincarnations as a translator of both written and spoken languages.
'focus...this is your life now, no thinking about the next one just the current'
Thankfully something did come up to get her out of her boredom. Chiron in all his white horsey butt glory came trotting up to her at a rather brisk pace. When he got next to her he reached down and picked her up before depositing her on his back. Having never rode a horse before, let alone bare back, she was unsure how to react to the feeling of all the muscles in his horse back flexing and running her thighs and privates. By the time, they reached the Big house her faces were flaming red and she was going to need a change of clothing. Hopefully Chiron didn’t notice. Hopping off the Centaur's back she looked up him waiting for what he has to say; even though she would rather change her underwear.
"I apologize Persia but you are needed for a quest and I didn’t know if anyone else could catch you at the speeds you were running."
Running? she had just been jogging; oh well she'd let him think that for now. Wait sense when does the camp do quests? If she remembered the last time they had one was three years ago, and it was an utter failure. But then again Papa said both his symbol of power and Zeus' had been stolen during the winter; although he didn’t report his. He said it was a matter of pride but she thought it was just because he didn’t want to deal with his brothers more than he has to.
"What’s the quest and who am I going with?" that was another thing. she had only heard that Zeus thinks is was her and the idiot that took them so this quest must be to solve who stole them, if possible get them back. That would mean she was stuck with the idiot for however long this thing lasted. Oh, goodie goodie gumdrops.... somebody kill her now!
"Peter is the leader and getting the prophecy from the oracle as we speak. I don’t know who he will pick for the other but your position is not negotiable."
Well sugar...the old horse must have known that she didn’t like the jerk. To make it worse she had to listen to him as well even though she had more power, skills, and bathing habits. Yes, she counted the last one as a needed requirement to be a leader. Nobody listens to a stinky leader.
Thankfully they didn’t have to wait long. Peter looked pale while the girl next to him was chattering like she didn’t have a care in the world. Persia didn’t know what the girls name was but she knew that she belongs to the Aphrodite cabin. It wasn’t that she disliked that cabin or its members it’s just that almost all of them hardly did any training at all. Definitely not quest material. and from the frown on Chiron’s face he thought so as well.
When the duo arrived, Chiron spoke up, "Peter, Drew, good to know you have made it. Did you get the prophecy?"
Peter gulped before nodding, "We have to go west and find the god that has turned. We'll find what has been stolen but in the end, we will fail to save what matters most."
A chill ran down Persia's spine. To her what mattered most was her friends, her Mama, and her Papa. She didn’t have much in terms of friends though. Off the top of her head there's Lucas, Katie, Maybe Annabeth and Nathan. Besides them she didn’t have any. So, what could it mean and for whom?
Drew didn’t seem all that worried about what the prophecy could mean and from how close she was standing to the idiot Persia could guess on who she thought would protect her.
"The only god in the west is Hades in the Underworld. IF he has turned we must find out." She could feel the stares of all three on her when he continued, "I will not have you doubting Persia while you are on the quest. If it is her father that is behind this then I highly doubt he would want her on the quest."
She almost wanted to believe him but she could see in Peter and Drew's eyes that they didn’t trust her. Great talk about a smooth start for possible death trip.
“Now you have until June 24th at 11pm to return to the lightning bolt or the identity of the thief. IF you do not then there will be a war. Everyone will be forced to choose sides. So please hurry." He looked up at the sun for a moment before continuing, "I’ll give you an hour to get everything that you will need. Remember if it can’t save your life then you don’t need it." He seemed to be aiming those last words at both Drew and herself. It’s not like she has enough clothes with her to need to worry.
the duo nodded to ancient teacher before running, or in Drew’s case slowly walking, off to pack their things. Once they were gone Chiron Coughed lightly to get her attention once more.
"I don’t mean to insinuate anything with both your parentage or gender but both of them have often lead to problems on quests, Especially Aphrodite girls." he rolled his eyes at that help and I almost laughed at the expression, "also, as much as I don’t like it, you father has sent you this. Use it well."
What she found in the little slip of paper was none other than her mother’s debit card, the one Papa gave her. At least she knew she wouldn’t run out of money on this trip. Her Papa ruled! Within thirty minutes she was all packed and ready to go. She even managed to get a Map of the US from the store and was able to turn her shadow into a storage space. Darkness for the win!
So now she was sitting up on Half-blood hill waiting for her to quest helpers. Honestly speaking she would rather do this on her own but she had to do it this way or the Big bad water god will through a hissy fit. Seeing that she had some time to kill she started running her power pipes down from her core into her belly button. As it was taking root she could feel it slowly moving down. she liked to compare it to a warm gooey puddle sliding down her body. Mama told her more than once that she wasn’t allowed to describe it like that but she still does; it made more sense that way to her.
Just like when she connected all the other storage spots to her 'pipes' she felt a slight jump in her abilities. both power and control. Her Papa said that she might just rival him in shadow manipulation by the time she's finished. Which is supposed to be impossible but she seems to slowly be doing it. Her Papa had actually taken to looking back over his 'channels' to see how he could improve them but to her he had done it a rough and stupid way. Now he didn’t know what to do to increase anything.
Hades was more than happy that his baby girl would be able to outdo him in shadow control one day but he also said he didn’t want it to happen before she was fifty. If she took in the base life expectancy of demigods or even ones of the big three she would be lucky to live half that but she wouldn’t say that to him, even though he knows it as well.
She was just pulling out of her little trance when the others showed up. they would be riding to Manhattan in one of the camps strawberry vans and from there heading west. Peter had a small bag of clothes, her guess is one pair of everything, while Drew had a duffle bag like hers but it looked stuffed to the limit. She could see why Chiron didn’t like sending these types of girls on quests. It’s like she’s treating it as a vacation.
Once they were all settle in the van Argo set off and their journey began.
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