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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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And sleep she did. Not even bothering to close her door she flopped down on her bed and passed out. She was so tired that she slept for three days straight. From what she heard when she woke up was that Katie had been talking about hooking her up to life support in the medical tent just to make sure she stayed stable.
When she finally got out of bed on her fourth day back the first thing she did was take a shower. Her waterfall felt so nice on her skin that she almost didn’t want to get out from under it. The warm shiver that flowed down her spine at every little touch made her have to hold herself up on the 'rocks' until she got out.
She wasn’t feeling like training that day so she finally did something that she had been wanting to do since she arrived. Go look in the mysterious Attic. So, slipping on a pair of sweat pants and a tank top Persia pulled her hair up into a high ponytail before heading out to meet her goal. She had to go up one more flight of stairs before finding the little string and pulling down the ladder to go up in to the final level.
Not really feeling like being bothered she reached down and pulled the hatch closed once the ladder was inside as well. Looking around she was stunned at the mountains of junk that had been piled up here for who knows how long. She could see just from where she was sitting that most of the damaged weapons seemed to go up here. Kind of silly seeing as they could just melt the down to make something knew. But then again when have people with powers ever had common sense?
Wanting to ignore the cursed mummy in the corner she started in the far corner and worked her way out. By the time Lunch started she had found some interesting little things up here. Like she thought there was a lot of scrapped weapons up there. It made everything go by much slower but she started separating them all by type. Basically Armors, blunt weapons, blades, and shields.
Seeing as no one uses the upper floor anymore she decided to turn them into storage rooms. She had one for metal, monster parts, and clothing. If she could find some boxes she would be set for her organization. Hopefully she can find some in camp. If not she would have her mama get some and she would bring them over on the weekends. Thankfully her Papa had lifted the limit on what shadow powers she could use now that she was a little over half way done with were mana pipes. So now she could Shadow travel where she needed.
One thing that she was going to like about that is that she could get around a lot much easier than in a car and it would free up a lot of Mama's time for school. Funny enough Mama was still writing her book but she is also going to medical school to be a nurse. She didn’t know if she would get a career in nursing but she figured if anything she could at least help some of the farmer families that lived around them when they are sick or hurt.
Seeing that she was done with her quest for the summer Persia had decided it was time to go home. Katie, Drew, Peter, and Lucas had tried to get her to stay longer but she had missed her home and ballet lessons more than she was willing to say aloud. The only event that happened while she had been back was that Peter had been poisoned by that son of Hermes named Luke.
Luke escaped but thankfully a tree nymph had managed to get Peter pack to camp just in time for him to be saved. He had been in lock up for a few days but was finally allowed out the day she woke up as well. When the boy was finally able to talk, they managed to get out of him that Luke had been the thief. He was trying to close up lose end while getting his revenge on the boy as well. He more than likely would have gone after Persia but apparently, her door doesn’t like intruders.
Her Summer at home had been rather emotional at the beginning with how worried her Mama was for her. The woman had taken a vacation from both school and her work and followed her everywhere; she was even standing outside the bathroom more than once waiting for her to come out. More than once Persia thought about Shadow traveling away but knew it would hurt her mother. So, she put up with it. It took a few weeks for the woman to realize that she wasn’t hurt or anything which finally let her have some space.
Sadly, when she asked her mama told her that Nathan's family had moved away shortly after the school year had ended. Sally had tried to get their numbers so they could stay in touch but Nathan's parents were very adamant that they wouldn’t have anything to do with the Jacksons ever again. No one had to say it but she was able to figure it out that Nathan's parents didn’t take it well that she was intersex and forced Nathan to stay away from her. It hurt her a lot but she knew it had probably hurt him even more. Maybe she would meet him again somewhere down the road? A girl could only hope.
One thing she worked on was redesigning her room. Thankfully her Papa had helped her do it like the one at camp had been. It took them a bit of work to figure out the waterfall feature but they managed after a few tries. Funny enough Mama had like the design so much she had made plans to redo the house like it. By the end of the summer her house looked nothing like it had before.
What use to be a two-story house with a basement was now a single sorry with a domed library room and two basement levels. The building was made out of what looked like a single massive rock. while from the inside everything was smoothed cobblestone. The doorways were all open on the ground floor and there was florescent lighting put in the stone. There was one single switch in the entire ground floor right in the middle of the main hallway. The kitchen was still modern but it looked like the counters had been grown from the wall while the cabinets were still made of red maple.
Seeing as how Persia was taking the entire bottom level, her mama had done the same for the first one. Of course, her mother was pretty simple in wants so all she had was a massive walk in closet, her dressers, desk, a gothic tub resting in the corner, and her old queen bed.
Persia's floor was a little different than that. Given that she was a little wilder that most humans in desires, she had done her room a bit more differently. She still had the large bed that was similar to the one in camp except it was blood red now. Her Walls were enchanted to show the forest with animals running around. When she asked about it her papa just said that it was an old spell from the late primordial Era.
Anyway, she had kept her waterfall but had also made it so she could turn it off and take a nice soak. Another change was that she seemed to have gain an instinctual desire to squat in the grass to use the toilet. Her mother had questioned her on it the first time she caught her doing it outside but had given up when she couldn’t give a proper answer.
the truth was that her memories from being a younger Atu were affecting her. When she was younger the girl was much wilder than expected. She ate raw meat, missed baths, used the restroom like an animal, and slept curled up in the corner of her cave while ignoring the fact that the furs she skinned would make a decent bed. Eventually Selene had taken it upon herself to teach the child how to act like something just a little less than the immortals.
But it was these base desires and instinct that were hitting her now. There had even been a few times where they drove her so far up a wall that she ended up trying to give herself a bath with her tongue. Thankfully it didn’t work but the point was that she did try. So, long story short she had a toilet like they have over in china put in her room. She still had her wall draws but she also had closet that she could walk in find all her hangable clothing.
The only thing that didn’t change about the girl was that she still liked to go around naked. One thing she noticed in the last month of summer was that her hips had widened a little more and she actually had some breast. they were like AA or A cup but she still had them. They weren’t as big as some of the other girls in her classes from when she last saw them but she also was almost a year younger than them.
When the first day of school finally arrived she really didn’t want to go but her Mama said she had to if she didn’t want her to take away her knifes. That was a serious threat to the reincarnated girl seeing as she might need them against monsters. When she told her mother that she simply told her that her shadows would be fine if she got in a sticky spot.
So here she was getting ready for her seventh-grade year at Barchey's Academy for gifted youth. Persia had been going to this school ever since she started her schooling. She knew the campus like the back of her hand by her 1st grade year and now it was just more complete.
To her it stunk that she was going back to this school without Nathan even attending. Yes, it was bad when he abandoned her to the idiots of the school but she knew the reason why he had to. But now she was truly alone in the school. It wasn’t like she was going to have to worry about bullies as long as she keeps herself at the top but the moment she drops to second she would become free game. The one thing she hoped that didn’t happen was that someone making her instincts come the front and attack them. That would be the last thing she needed.
The only real things that changed about her routine was that this year the school was having her use the teacher’s bathroom and the gym teacher’s office to change in. Apparently, they were a few threats to her safety while she’s at the school that the school got over the summer. At least this way they could make sure she isn’t hurt in anyway.
So, once she was dressed in the schools green, white, and black uniform with black buckle shoes that hurt her toes. to finish it off she had her dark green satchel with little dancing skeletons. One handy trick she figured out was that she could manipulate the shadows in her bag to open her storage and pull out her books and other things. Stationary stuff was in it but the rest were out of harm’s way.
Her mama had wanted to be there for her when she left for school but with the drive into Manhattan to go work at the candy shop Persia told her to go ahead. Her mother had held her for a long moment before leaving her baby girl to get ready. By the time that Persia was all dress and ready for the day her Mama had already been gone for an hour. She took a quick glance at the clock on her vanity before taking a deep breath. With a swift mental command, she summoned of her shadows and disappeared to her school twenty-eight miles to the southwest of her home.
the Academy had been there from around the middle of the 1900s and had easily started picking up the richest families around. Given that they had unlimited money Persia and her mother were by far the wealthiest. On a few occasions the school would get a scholarship student that joined. The family got a fund to pay for the uniforms, stationary, bags, and gas money if needed. There had been more than normal since the Jacksons had starting donating money every year. In turn Persia had to wait outside the school an hour early on the first day of school and give a tour for the younger ones or just welcome the ones that were older.
So, when she popped out of her nearest travel point to the school she was surprised to see there were already a pair of kids waiting. They looked to be a few years younger than her but she could tell they were related. Both of them had pale olive tones skin with black hair and aristocratic facial features. The girl looks to be a little older then her brother but not by much, a year and a half a most, and was looking over what looked like the school brochure. Meanwhile her little brother was looking at some kind of cards with a wild grin on him face. If the way, the kid was quivering then she could tell he had a lot of energy to spend and this waiting was probably killing him.
With just a little more force in her step she made her shoes clock just enough for the pair to hear her approach. Seeing that she had their attention she pulled a clipboard out of her bag and started her little speech.
"Welcome to Barchey's Academy for gifted youth. You can call me Persia, I’m going into seventh grade, and I’ll be your totally underpaid tour guide today." the siblings looked at her for a minute just trying to see if she was serious. When she didn’t say anymore they must have realized she was. It was the girl that spoke up first.
"How do you do? My name is Bianca D’Angelo and this is my little brother Nico; I will be being going into 6th grade and he fourth." She raised her eyebrow at the slightly formal way of talk that the girl used but it isn’t the strangest thing she had seen at this school. Just ask the algebra and chemistry teacher what they were doing in the bathroom the year before. Talk about spontaneous sex Ed class; heck they were so into it that they didn’t hear her come in or anything.
For the next ten minutes, she got acquainted with the siblings. Bianca was a somewhat shy girl that wasn’t entirely sure of what she was saying half of the time but they did find some common ground in dance. Nico on the other hand was a ball of freaking energy that wouldn’t stop going on about this card game Mythomagic. He was rattling off stat points and abilities of all these random Greek gods, creatures, and heroes that she felt like her brain was going to pop; and she was the freaking Demigod.
Thankfully she was saved from that torture when the next student came. He looked to be around her age, maybe just a smidge older, but the biggest shocker was his pale skin, snow white hair and red eyes. It didn’t take her long to realize the boy was Albino but was rather plain from what she expected. Could you guess that it was Derick Reed of all things? she hadn’t.
The finally student that she had to wait for was actually a really handsome 10th grade boy. He didn’t stay long to talk but she did learn that he was called DJ Walkers and he liked running track. Once he disappeared into the grounds she started her tour.
The first thing she did was take them to get their school IDs, class schedules, and lockers. IT was rather fast but that could be because the office now had a system when it game to the scholarship students. Once that was done she gave them a run of the grounds. History and the library were in the main building, science and mathematics in the left one, and then literature and liberal arts. There was a building in the far back that was used by kids in the machine shop or woodworking classes. Then to the left but back a little bit was the sports area and the gym. The school gave the students fifteen minutes between each class to make sure they are on class on time. There were a few kids that had regulations, like Persia, and they had a few extra minutes to get to classes.
Unsurprisingly it was Derick that asked if there was a place to eat insides, away from the sun, during lunch. She knew that because of his lack of pigment that he couldn’t be in the sun for long, which is why he is allowed to where a hoodie and sunglasses when walking around. Technically speaking they are supposed to eat with the other students in the glass room, literally a wall that’s nothing but windows. But the cooks let a few people use their staff room, which both herself and Derick will be allowed to use. It wasn’t that the school was giving special treatment to certain student. It because those students have special need to be both safe and healthy.
By the time that the gates had opened up to let it the flood of student Persia had managed to shower them how to find all their lockers and classes. She even had them each lead her to their classes without needing to look at the map more than twice each. It was difficult but she knew they would figure it out.
Seeing that she got everything set for the first day she went off to find her own class. Her schedule was much different than the year before. You see what the school doesn’t explain to the student was that with each grade they add an extra class for the semester. So, by the time they graduate they will be up to having twelve different classes but they would be set on different days.
For her she had advance mathematics, English, science, home economics, and two different language classes which were French, Chinese, and to finish it off she had fencing instead of gym, as usual her extra course was her ballet class. Each 7th grade student is allowed seven glasses a semester which means a total of fourteen a year this year. of course, they are able to retake the class if they fail but it would count against them in the end. The goal here is to not fail anything and give your all.
She already knew that next semester she was taking the second part of each of these classes. Although she wasn’t sure about the fencing yet but she has the option not to take the second half next semester. In case she has to change something, she picked up botany for the replacement. Given how much time she spends in the woods she really should know a thing or two about plants.
Her day started off rather easily for her. Most of the other kids didn’t recognize her with her breast growth and a few color changes to her hair and eyes. You see most of the girls in her grade had artificial highlights and had started developing more than her already. So, it was rather easy to pick out the girl with pure black hair, dual colored eyes, and undeveloped body. But now she looked like everyone else with her brown highlights and her growing chest. The only thing that seemed to set people off was that her eyes had replaced one of her green rings for amber. It was rather strange she had to admit that but she didn’t really mind it anymore, especially not after seeing it for two months.
Lunch that day she met up to see how her little scholars were doing, she even asked DJ. Most of them had an okay day while getting use to the system. Personally, she liked it but that could because it has been the only one that she has known, unlike these kids.
Now it was the last class of the day and Persia was shaking in excitement. She didn’t have ballet today but that was fine with her. Now she had her first class on fencing. It looked a little weird with the white outfits and bending sabers but she couldn’t judge. At the moment, she was the only girl in the class so far. She didn’t have to wait long before the doors slammed shut. There were a pair of rapidly approaching feet could be heard.
When their teacher walked in front of them Persia couldn’t stop her eyebrow from quirking upward. The teacher had a bit of a potbelly, was balding a little, like most male teachers had an inbuilt frown, and had mustache that looked like a caterpillar. His uniform was like theirs but he also had a few medals on as well.
"Good afternoon Gentlemen. Let me start off by saying I am glad that to see you all returned from last year, and that we have a few new faces among us." Hold on a second did he just call her a boy? "Now we have a tough year ahead of us. I can tell that I already have my work cut out for me. Some of you boys are wimps and I don’t let my boys be wimpy." She could hear the snickers from the others around her and the nicknames that had been given to her; even though they are completely false.
The boys all get up around her and started spreading out to do some light stretching. She watched for a moment before taking a calming breath and heading over to the teacher. He was leaning against the far wall just watching them. She could see that he knew she was coming but was refusing to look at her.
"Um...Coach Ducket?" he gave a low grunt to show he heard her or at least she hoped it was mean that way. "I think you had a mistake in your paperwork. You called me a boy earlier when I’m a girl." when his eyes narrowed she almost made a step back when he did actually speak but he had a sneer spread across his lips.
"I made no mistake boy. I don’t care for whatever stupid joke you are playing but if you have a dick then you’re a boy. As simple as that and there is no changing it." Persia couldn’t believe this guy was saying that to her.
"But sir! I Have both parts, and I’m developing like a girl. I even have a menstrual cycle!" The last part came out louder than she meant it to but she needed to get her point across to this guy.
"Penis means boy no ifs ands or buts. I don’t care if you have breasts and a vagina. If you wish to remain in this class, you will do just as well as the other boys and do as they do. That means changing and showering in the locker rooms."
Ducket walked off after that to direct the class in basic stances. Meanwhile Persia was fighting between herself as tears start to well up in her eyes. She wanted to be in this class so bad but in order to do so that jerk of a teacher was going to make her shower with the boys! It wasn’t fair. Not knowing what to do she decided to just go with the class for the day until she could talk to the principle.

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Once the fencing class was over Persia quickly ran took off her uniform before stowing it in her bag. She could see Ducket standing by the locker room doors and checking as each one of the boys went inside. Luckily for her everyone's attention was off her for the moment, thus allowing her to quickly shadow travel out of the gym and into the main building. Not caring that she was still al sweaty she asked the secretary if she could talk to the principle. It was only a few short minutes before she was told to go on back.
"Ahh so what can I do for you Ms. Jackson? I’d like to thank you once again for helping out our new scholarship students; excellent job as usual." the man had a happy smile that could always lift her up a few notches.
"It’s Couch Ducket the fencing teacher, sir." she could see a weariness show in the principles eyes for a brief second. "He told me that I would have to shower with the boys simply because I have a penis between my legs. and when I told him that I had both and am developing as a girl, while also identifying as one, he said it didn’t matter what I was or what else I have. In his mind, I am a boy and always was." Persia wanted to cry but she knew she couldn’t yet. she would just be wasting tear and have to create more. the Principle rubbed his temples a little bit, probably trying to stop a headache from coming on.
"I’m sorry Persia but there is nothing I can do here. I can’t safely let you use the girls room because the younger girl’s ballet class have it then. why don’t you do what you did before?"
she couldn’t help but frown. Why was it always her that got the short end of these kind of sticks? She worked her butt of to help everyone here and earn her place but none of them seem to care about it.
"I always waited until I got home to shower sir but Ducket is making it part of his grading score. If I wont to keep my top spot I have to have solid A's in everything. IS it possible for me to change to regular gym class or botany?" She knew her chances were slim but had to try.
"Sorry but both of them are full already and won’t be letting anyone else in. I can only see two options here shower hear and keep your high grade or shower at home and lose it." There was a pregnant pause as she dwelled on her luck, "Why is it so important to you to have the top spot? You never would answer me before."
She chewed on her lips for a little while but she decided to tell him her reasoning, "If I am at the top of both school and sports then the students won’t hurt me. As long as I am #1 they won’t do anything."
"You do realize that because you weren’t here for the exams you fell down to a B+ Average in all classes? They haven’t done anything have they." It was true and she couldn’t deny it but she didn’t like it.
"Sir, you don’t know what this last year and a half have been like for me. My friend was forced to abandoned me by his parents; then there are all the snide comments they say as I pass by. I’m called freak, tranny, pervert and a whole lot more. To be honest it’s only the education that is keeping me here and not going off to another school that doesn’t know of my condition."
She couldn’t even laugh at the pained look on the man’s face. He was trying so hard to keep her here; whether it’s because of the money they provide or because they school itself likes her.
"I doubt I can do anything about Couch Ducket but I think that if you can sit down and talk to some of the boys they will help you when you are in there. I know it’s not the preferred way either of us want to do this but it’s the only solution left." seeing that nothing was going to help her she got up from her seat and walked out.
What she needed was a way around that potbelly bastard’s rules. So, what were they? She had to use the guy’s locker room, shower with the others, and… that was it. If she remembered correctly, they had stall that she can use for the bathroom and changing. The hard part was being the showering. Did they have to be naked? She never heard any of the girls in her last year talking about being naked. So, did the boys just think shower means bare all? She could wear one of those bikini's that Katie got her but Aunt Penny would have to work her magic again. Hopefully she wouldn’t mind.
With a quick glance around Persia found the area clear before she was swallowed by the shadows. When they cleared, she was in her room. After a well needed shower she moved to pull out every swimsuit that she had. took her only a few minutes to do that but she blamed that on her nudist tendencies. She had managed to find her purple one piece and a pure black Holter designed bikini. There weren’t much but it was something. She would just have to make sure they still fit but if not she could go get some more.
By the time her Mama got home that night she was ready dressed and ready to go out. She didn’t have long until the stores close but she wanted her mother to go with her. It wasn’t like she knew what she was looking for.
When she finally got to telling her mother why she needed swimsuit in the beginning of September the woman almost blew a gasket. She paced and swore for minutes. Once she finally calmed down the pair headed out. Thankfully Sally had asked the principle his opinion on how he though certain teacher would treat her daughter. She kind of expected to hear her from her little girl that she dropped a class when she got home. But to hear that the girl was going to go through with it and find a way to do it without losing her dignity.
So, the Jackson girls got a little revenge on the old swine, and aunt penny was happy to help when she was told why she needed a rush job. Persia was now the proud owner of ten different colored bikinis. Her mama had wanted her to get one pieces but when she pointed out that she was going to have to wash herself which made the one-piece kid of pointless. One thing she had asked her Aunt Penny to add was that only she could undo the clips or strings to her clothing. She didn’t want to take a chance while in a room with a bunch of naked males.
When class came around again on Wednesday she smirked at the balding man as she walked past him into the locker room. As soon as she walked in her smirk fell and her face turned a flaming red. All over the room there was clothes thrown about and to make matters worse the boys were either in their underwear or completely naked. She couldn’t help but stare as their bits sprung about as they moved.
"Persia? What are you doing in here; this is the boys locker room?" Go figure the track boys had to be in here as well. Turning to the voice that she found familiar she found DJ Walker wrapped in towel while staring at her in confusion. Before she couldn’t say anything, the boy whispered in something in his ear but she could still hear it.
"Dude, that the person we were talking about. You remember the girl with both bits." her face flushed again at the way this boy talked about her condition. Was she just a form of entertainment for others to gossip about whenever they want?
DJ looked at the other boy before shaking his head to clear it out, "That still doesn’t explain why you’re in here." She was getting uncomfortable in here with all the boys looking at her. Waiting to see what she would so. Quickly she folded her arms over her chest to hid them from their view, even though there weren’t really noticeable under clothing.
"Ducket is making me. He says that because I have the same as a boy then I am one and doesn’t care about anything else that I have. He's even making me shower with them too."
"WHAT!!"
She couldn’t tell who all yelled but she knew DJ was the first. there was a major frown on the boy’s handsome face. He seemed to be muttering to himself before walking over and grabbing her arm with one hand and her bag with the other. Before she would even protest she was halfway over to the bathroom stalls. She tried a few times to get a word out but he just pulled harder. The next thing she knew she was being handed her bag before she was pushed into the cubicle.
"Get changed Persia. I’ll wait out here until you’re finished."
Inside the cubicle all she could do was blink owlishly. Here was a boy that she had only talked to once to see how he was settling in and now he was helping her against a retarded fencing teacher.
"Um... Thank you, DJ. This really means a lot to me." Not wanting to make the boy late for class she quickly stripped out of her uniform until she was down to just her underwear. She wasn’t sure how much she could trust the boys with her things so she stowed them in her shadow.
"So, what are you going to do about the showers? I’ve been in many locker rooms in my life and most men in them tend to be pigs." It didn’t really help settle her nerves but she knew that it would take a long time before she is comfortable in the boy’s locker room.
"That doesn’t really help you know? But either way, I was going to wear my swimsuit. He said I had to shower, not that I had to be naked." For a moment, she thought she heard him gulp but it had to have been her imagination.
"I’m willing to shield you if you like? I won’t be in anything but all you would be able to see anyway is my backside." That...sounds very tempting. if anything, it would give her something of a barrier from herself and those boys. Maybe this one isn’t all that bad.
"If you wouldn’t mind. I don’t like being such a hassle but this class doesn’t give me much of a choice." She was just finishing up with her outfit when she realized she couldn’t reach the zipper in the back. "Hey DJ? Could you help me get this stupid zipper? I can’t really reach it."
He was silent for a moment before he knocked on the door. He must have been too embarrassed to speak. It did make her wonder if his voice would break if he did. Unlatching the door, she easily held her back out so him. When she finally felt him grab the zipper, she could feel he was shacking from how it was tugging on her clothes. He seemed to be doing it slowly on purpose but she knew that he wouldn’t do that. Besides she had a penis, and was too young for him, there was no way he was attracted to her. Was it attraction or could it just be nervous like usual? Gah all these hormones in her mind were making her want to hide away from cute boys.
When he finally got her suit zipped up, she grabbed her empty duffle bag before stuffing it in an unused locker near the corner. Once she was sure no one was looking she pulled a lock from her sleeve, shadows duh, and clicked it on before spinning the dial. She knew no one would be able to break that lock because you have to know the code and be able to channel mana. Her papa had given it to her the night before when Aunt penny worked on her shower outfit.
Amazingly by this time all the boys had fled the locker room and DJ had made a mad dash to get ready and was running out the door with his shirt only half way on over his head. That was also when she realized she was going to be late herself if she didn’t get out there. So, with a quick push her saber fell into her hand and she ran out the door.
Thankfully Ducket wasn’t there yet so she was safe. Seeing that everyone was waiting in their lines she quickly made her way over to the smallest one before plopping down to wait for the bastard to show. Which wasn’t for another twenty minutes.
When he finally got to them his frown w/as twice as strong as the day before and his face was an ugly red shade. For a minute, she worried that he might have a stroke or something but then thought about it again and found she really didn’t care if he did.
"Alright brats. Today we will be working on stance and the way to move without breaking stance." His eyes scanned us for something but she couldn’t figure out what. "Stevens, Jackson, get your butts up here and demonstrate." Instantly the color drained out of her face. She didn’t know how to do any of this yet, so why is he calling on her?
Someone pushed her lightly on the shoulder to get her attention and she realized she had spaced out a little bit. with a small blush, she got up in front of every one. Her opponent was rather burly in width but he was only half a foot taller than her. Slipping on her helmet she copied him in his stance. What she didn’t expect was for the boy to lunge at her.
Acting on her past training alone she twisted her torso to the left before bending backwards a little bit. thankfully she managed to bend just right to avoid the saber before jabbing her own out and sticking him in the shoulder. Then just as fast as she got him she pulled away with her blade pointed down. The spell was broken when none other than Couch Ducket started clapping. Soon all the others joined in but it was a little halfheartedly.
"Mind telling me what that was Jackson? From the look of you have handled a blade before." Persia wanted to laugh at the thought that this was a blade but held it back.
"I was attacked by a mentally unstable man when I was just past my tenth birthday, sir. Ever since then I have trained in blade arts and archery." None seemed to be able to comprehend why someone would attack a ten-year-old but Ducket’s eyes softened just a tad.
"What types of blades we talking about Ms. Jackson?" She almost wanted to tell him the sharp pointing kind when she realized he addressed her as a girl for once.
"A weapon of my father’s own design; I call it the Chain blade. It’s basically a sword type weapon that when used can fly from its handle by chain. It reaches ten feet in all directions. My other skills are a mix of throwing knifes and daggers. I wanted to be able to scare off an opponent without them getting close."
"How often do you practice?" that took a little thinking but she managed although she swore she started sounding like a drone.
"knifes every day for an hour, on both stable and moving targets, as well as when I’m spinning or flipping in the air. My chain blade I practice with every other day during the week and every day on the weekends for a good three hours each day." There were a few gasps from crowd but she didn’t look at them, she was more focused on how narrow the eyes of her couch were becoming.
"If that is true then why join this class? You most likely have the skills to beat anyone here. Even I didn’t train that much in my youth." She tried to think of something to say didn’t sound snobbish to her but they all kind of did. So, she went with the last one.
"I wanted to add onto what I already knew. Anyone can swing a blade in a life or death fight but it takes a real master to take those skills and put them in a match with rules. At least that’s what my Papa always tells me."
For the rest of class, she was used as a training dummy. One by one a fellow student would come up to face her and she would either move to fast for him to see or be able to easy avoid their blows. At then she was bored and looking for a challenge but not being able to find any. After her demonstration of how fast she could kick their butts she didn’t even need DJ to stand guard while she was washing up, although it was appreciated, seeing as they were all too scared to look at her.
In her Ballet classes her teacher, Mrs. Furken or Mrs. F, was moving her up into pointe steps. which are more commonly known as advance steps. We practiced for an hour and a half every other day after school and if you add in the fencing class along with all her other activities she was starting to get tired by the start of November.
The only amazing thing that happened at school was that the sports boys had stopped calling her names. Apparently, it had gotten around that she was good with blades and they collectively all took a step back. Sometimes she couldn’t help but wonder if being in a sport makes boys more hive mind in nature.
Then there were the scholarship students. IT didn’t take them long to hear about her differences but they showed that they didn’t care by simply not asking about it. Persia was eternally thankful when Bianca treated her as nothing but a normal girl. Sometimes the two would just sit down and talk about anything and everything and it filled her with joy every time. None of them have been over to her home yet, seeing as its so far away from the school, but she was looking forward to it when it did happen.
Her training on the other hand had taken another step up. Now when she ran it was at a constant sprint for as long as she can go and just as fast. If Chiron thought she was fast before now she was more so. The only thing that she found difficult was finding a way to increase her reaction time. She could see things in clear sight, even if they are moving faster than an average person can process. AT first, she thought it was a demigod thing but on one of her weekend trips she had asked Katie if she could see a baseball the entire time its thrown. The girl had been adamant that she had no idea what she was talking about.
This had led to her testing what was different from her and the other, besides the obvious. So, if you count her vision, past life memories, and how she can manipulate the force he body exerts when it hits something; well you get a very strange girl if anything. From her understanding, it was because her body was taking on the attributes of just how special she was as Atu. Guess being the first human does have its perks.
It took her a lot of practice, and many chairs, but eventually she was able to sit down again without wondering if she would break it. Apparently when she became conscious of her ability to manipulate her own body force it had become an ability that she needed to train until her Subconscious could take over for the day to day stuff.
Her mana control system was going well. She had managed to build three more storage points, in both her thighs and on her private area. Her papa had told her that she needed to be careful when she finally attached these points to her system. According to him it would kick start her sex drive. Given that she was being force to shower with boys during her last class of the day she was a little nervous of what would happen. She still had moments where her mind lapsed back into her not so found times with the titans and will all those boys around she could be in trouble.
There were a few monster attacks during the school year but they weren’t all that hard mostly your classic hungry cyclops or hellhound with an odd snake woman thrown in. Given that she was so much more powerful than before her scent was attracting them just a bit more. But with quick throwing knife to the head most of them were pretty easy.
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