(SORRY EYE COLOR NOT OPTIONAL!)
(This story happens after Percy returns the lightning bolt to Zeus. Before, however, when Percy had first come to the camp, he had seen you walking by the edge of the river and had asked Grover who you were. Grover had replied by saying that he sees you almost every day but didn’t know your name or parents. You were usually the quiet one at camp. You didn’t speak to anyone except Chiron and no one knew your name or even who you are the daughter of. You trusted no one and always kept to yourself.)
You sat on the edge of the river with just your feet in the water. You felt the coolness of water rush under your feet and, every once and a while, the smoothness of a fish passing over your toes. The feeling always made you giggle and your eyes light up. Today felt different though, better somehow. You had seen the newcomer, Percy. You were amazed at his bravery and honesty but didn’t converse with him. You never did with anyone. You never felt like the others would accept you if they knew the truth about you and your powers but then again, even you were still trying to wrap your head around them. You seem to have traits and powers of all of the gods and goddesses. You had the long, soft hair and beauty of Aphrodite, the wisdom of Athena, the stubbornness of Hades, and even the strength of Zeus. This is why you never made any friends: you were afraid people would only accept your powers, not you, and that they would try to take advantage of you.
You shoved all of these thought from your head. Instead, you focused on clearing your mind and relaxing. It wasn’t difficult until someone decided to pay you a visit.
“So, I hear that you don’t have a lot of friends around here,” Percy said, sitting next to you.
“What makes you say that?” you countered, looking down towards the now interesting rock that lay by your fingertips.
“Well, you never talk to anyone. No one except Chiron knows anything about you. No one even knows your name,” he said, turning to face you.
“So what do you want?” you asked, unwilling to meet his gaze.
“Why don’t you tell me something about yourself?” he asked, moving his gaze to the water.
“What do you want to know?” you asked, turning your attention back to the ripples in the river.
“How about you start off with your name?” he asked, moving his gaze once again back to you.
“I’m (Y/N),” you replied, finally willing yourself to look at him. You noticed that he, too, was barefoot and had on a pair of jeans and a blue, unzipped hoodie. You noticed his eyes were the same green as the shirt he wore underneath, the color of the sea.
“That’s a nice name. I’m Percy,” he said, holding out a hand.
“Yeah, I already knew that,” you said, smiling and shaking his hand. “News travels fast around here. Even if no one talks to you.” You tried to shrug off what you had said as if it wasn’t a big deal.
“So why don’t you ever talk to anyone?” he asked.
“I can’t really tell you that,” you said, staring back at the rock again.
“Why not?” he questioned, scooting a little closer to you.
“Because I don’t even understand anything about myself,” you confessed. You noticed just how easy it was to talk to him. You felt like he was the kind of person who would listen to your problems and try to help you through them. ‘Focus, (Y/N). You don’t even know if you can trust him yet,’ you thought.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked, obviously confused by everything you were saying.
“I don’t even know,” you admitted, lying down in the rocks beneath you.
“Okay…how about…who’s your godly parent?” he asked. You liked the way he didn’t pressure you into answering any of his questions. You relaxed a little more, feeling comfortable around the newcomer.
You sighed. “I don’t know,” you admitted. It wasn’t necessarily a lie, but it wasn’t the full truth either.
“What do you mean?” He looked at you almost as if he was reading your thoughts.
You leaned back up and looked over both of your shoulders to make sure that no one else was around to hear what you were about to admit. You were a little surprised, though, that you were allowing yourself to tell a complete stranger one of your deepest secrets.
“You have to swear you won’t tell anyone else. Not any of your friends, teachers, relatives, anyone,” you said, making sure that your voice sounded firm.
“I promise,” he said, staring into your green eyes. Something told you- maybe it was the firmness of his voice or the glint in his eyes- that you could trust him with anything you told him. You somehow knew that he wouldn’t tell anyone, not even his closest friends.
“Okay,” you said, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath. “The reason why I don’t know who any of my parents are is because I’m not like other demigods. Other demigods have one noticeable trait that makes it easy for you to see which god or goddess is their parent but not me. It’s almost like I have traits of all the gods, not just one,” you said. The entire time you were talking you tried to read his face.
“So there’s a part of each god in you?” he asked, confusion covering his face.
“That’s what it seems like,” you said. “Even Chiron can’t explain it.”
His eyes narrowed but not in a negative way, almost in an ‘I’m connecting the pieces of the puzzle’ way. “Is that why you don’t talk to anyone?” he asked, almost in a whisper tone.
You looked down at the ground again but nodded in agreement. “I’ve always felt that either no one would accept me, people would only like me because of my powers, or they would try to take advantage of me,” you admitted, fingering the rock. You allowed yourself to look into his eyes and noticed that there was compassion and sympathy in them. All of a sudden, his gaze moved to the rocks and then over to the river.
“I know how you feel,” he said, unwilling to look at you at the moment.
“Why? What do you mean?” you questioned. You wondered if you had somehow crossed a line, but he answered you anyway.
“Well, if you didn’t already know, I’m the son of Poseidon, one of the Big Three. When I first came to camp, I felt like I somehow didn’t belong and that if others found out the truth about me that they would either run away in horror or only like me because of my powers,” Percy said, grabbing a rock and hurling it towards the river following the path of the current so that it went right across your vision. The rock skipped a couple times before falling to the bottom.
“I know how you feel.” You grabbed a flat rock and repeated Percy’s movements so the rock skipped across the surface of the water.
His attention turned back to you. “Do you want to hang out sometime? We could train or just sit and talk some more if you like,” he said. You noted the slight hesitation in his voice.
“Yeah, that’d be great,” you said while tucking your hair behind one of your ears. You noticed him studying the earrings you had in: little white snowflakes with blue gems in the middle and at the ends of each arm.
“Yeah. They’re symbolic to me,” you explained, looking once more into his sea green eyes.
“Oh yeah? How so?” he questioned.
“I like to think of people like snowflakes. Not one is the same as another. There may be some similarities but no two are ever the exact same. That’s the problem with not only people our age but the world itself. If people could stop and accept the differences of others and not try and change them or not hate them for their differences, the world would be a better place.” You didn’t expect Percy or anyone for that matter to understand you or what you thought, but his next statement surprised you a little.
“You’re right. I’ve always thought that people didn’t like me because I have dyslexia and ADHD,” he said, his solemn eyes moving once again to the water.
“You have dyslexia and ADHD?” you asked. You wondered how a brave and heroic person like Percy could have a learning disorder.
“The dyslexia thing is more because my brain is wired for Greek, not English,” he said. You liked how he was opening up to you just as much as you were opening up to him.
“Yeah, I get what you mean. I was like that too before I came to camp. Chiron told me that the only way to start teaching yourself English is if you imagined that it was all Greek. The words float around because you’re trying to read it like it was English, not Greek.”
“I’ll have to try that out, then,” he said, looking back at you.
“It’ll take some practice, but I promise it will get easier,” you said and gave him a smile which he returned.
“I hope. We should probably head back. I’m getting kind of hungry,” he said, standing up and offering you his hand. You accepted, and he helped lift you to your feet. At that moment, a horn was heard in the distance, signaling that dinner was about to be served.
“Speak of the devil,” you said, wiping the dirt off of your legs.
Percy laughed, and you walked side-by-side together back to the center of the campground where the other campers were gathering and claiming seats.
Here's chapter 1 of my new fandom fanfiction! Sorry that the eye color isn't optional! This happens right after The Lightning Thief. I know I played off the whole dyslexia and ADHD thing plz don't hate me for that! Anyway, enjoy! Comments always read and appreciated!
Chapter 1: Here!
Chapter 1: Here!
I assume im an experiment from the gods to see if all their blood combined together into a mortal human could live
Actually (in reference to the 1st paragraph of this) irl I pretty much only have the stubbornness of Hades
I'm wearing snowflake earrings right now o.0 I'm scared now
I have ADHD
Gods had an orgy with a human, and I was the result! XD
This is really good! =3
Please continue writing.
Please continue writing.
Thank you! I'm currently working on chapter 7 and hope to have it up soon!
This is cute!! Can't wait for the rest!!
I love this though, so keep it up. ^.^
I sound like a Mary-Sue. *sigh* -_- Oh well...
It's not supposed to be like that -_-
Well, from what I read about a PJO Mary-Sue, this sounds an awful lot like one. :/
This looks really cool! I hope you continue soon!
I LOVE this! Please continue!!