So this fanfic will be posted in chapters, and here's the first. The setting is Pre-Mark of Athena, but Post-Son of Neptune.
If you’re reading this, it isn’t a good sign. First, it means you’ve snuck into my room and stolen my diary (this very book)! It also means that when I find out, you will….um….face the wrath of…me. Now, the real question is how you’ve managed to obtain this book. It means A) I’ve either been brutally murdered and am serving my eternal damnation in the Under World or B) It’s Tortilla Tuesday at Applebee’s. Again, neither is very good news.
But both mean you have a while before I return. Now, I’m not going to go all cheesy diary on you. Don’t expect to find dramatic play-by-play scenes like “And then Tyson said this and Annabeth was like so mad and then and then and then….” You get the point. And DEFINITELY don’t expect to find boys’ names drowning in seas of hearts and flowers. I assure you, my journal is anything but. So just sit back, relax, and read the story of my cursed demigod life.
It all started on a Tuesday. A very normal, very average Tuesday with a guitar lesson at six and tennis at two. The whole trampled-to-death by spiders thing didn’t start until twelve. That definitely wasn’t on the schedule.
Let me explain.
It was 11:00 and I was sitting in English. Nothing exciting ever happens in English. Mr. Gaskins was droning on and on about some Shakespearean work and I, along with the rest of the class, was extremely bored. I don’t even think Tommy was awake. It was stifling in the classroom. The pressure of all of the humidity started to take its toll on my eyelids, too. My head started to slump onto my desk and my pen clattered to the floor. Just before my eyelids completely drooped closed, a thick tuft of my dark hair fell onto the desk. I looked at it curiously. Why would a clump of my hair fall out? I was only thirteen, I couldn’t be balding! Only, it wasn’t hair. The furry spider scuttled across my desk and I shrieked. Everybody turned around to stare at me. Tommy shot up. Mr. Gaskins stopped talking.
“S-sorry,” I mumbled stupidly. “Just a spider.“ They kept staring. “Um, as you were. Go on.”
They continued to stare, and only then did I realize it wasn’t at me. I looked down to where the spider had fallen and not only was the spider still there, but dozens of other hairy-legged arachnids were literally multiplying. My classmates all ran shrieking from the room and I stood completely frozen. Spiders. They were filling up the entire classroom.
Every time one moved, another equally scary one sprung from its body. How is this happening? Pretty soon my instincts just took over. Destroy now, worry later. The only problem was that I had a horrible fear of spiders. They almost seemed to, as weird as it sounds, follow me. Like that one time when I was six…I could’ve sworn a tarantula six times the size of a usual breed had scuttled out of my closet. Dad didn’t believe me. And the other time when I was nine, I had taken a day trip to the park and a bright orange many-legged creature latched on to my hair. Scarred for life after that one. The recurring spider thing wasn’t exactly what I called a good time. I thought for a moment. I needed a plan. As my classmates and teacher evacuated the room, I grabbed the long pointer by the blackboard and prodded each creature I could reach with the wooden stick. Now, spiders don’t exactly react kindly to being wacked in the eyes, so I managed to make my way to the door…although bruised and scraped. I decided that this was too much for me. I just couldn’t accept that something so strange happened. I was used to good plain logic. Seeing no other solution, I took off down the hallway, my classmates staring at me like I was some sort of freak, and started to run home without looking back.
Tell me what you think? Should I post more? :) Thanks.
If you’re reading this, it isn’t a good sign. First, it means you’ve snuck into my room and stolen my diary (this very book)! It also means that when I find out, you will….um….face the wrath of…me. Now, the real question is how you’ve managed to obtain this book. It means A) I’ve either been brutally murdered and am serving my eternal damnation in the Under World or B) It’s Tortilla Tuesday at Applebee’s. Again, neither is very good news.
But both mean you have a while before I return. Now, I’m not going to go all cheesy diary on you. Don’t expect to find dramatic play-by-play scenes like “And then Tyson said this and Annabeth was like so mad and then and then and then….” You get the point. And DEFINITELY don’t expect to find boys’ names drowning in seas of hearts and flowers. I assure you, my journal is anything but. So just sit back, relax, and read the story of my cursed demigod life.
It all started on a Tuesday. A very normal, very average Tuesday with a guitar lesson at six and tennis at two. The whole trampled-to-death by spiders thing didn’t start until twelve. That definitely wasn’t on the schedule.
Let me explain.
It was 11:00 and I was sitting in English. Nothing exciting ever happens in English. Mr. Gaskins was droning on and on about some Shakespearean work and I, along with the rest of the class, was extremely bored. I don’t even think Tommy was awake. It was stifling in the classroom. The pressure of all of the humidity started to take its toll on my eyelids, too. My head started to slump onto my desk and my pen clattered to the floor. Just before my eyelids completely drooped closed, a thick tuft of my dark hair fell onto the desk. I looked at it curiously. Why would a clump of my hair fall out? I was only thirteen, I couldn’t be balding! Only, it wasn’t hair. The furry spider scuttled across my desk and I shrieked. Everybody turned around to stare at me. Tommy shot up. Mr. Gaskins stopped talking.
“S-sorry,” I mumbled stupidly. “Just a spider.“ They kept staring. “Um, as you were. Go on.”
They continued to stare, and only then did I realize it wasn’t at me. I looked down to where the spider had fallen and not only was the spider still there, but dozens of other hairy-legged arachnids were literally multiplying. My classmates all ran shrieking from the room and I stood completely frozen. Spiders. They were filling up the entire classroom.
Every time one moved, another equally scary one sprung from its body. How is this happening? Pretty soon my instincts just took over. Destroy now, worry later. The only problem was that I had a horrible fear of spiders. They almost seemed to, as weird as it sounds, follow me. Like that one time when I was six…I could’ve sworn a tarantula six times the size of a usual breed had scuttled out of my closet. Dad didn’t believe me. And the other time when I was nine, I had taken a day trip to the park and a bright orange many-legged creature latched on to my hair. Scarred for life after that one. The recurring spider thing wasn’t exactly what I called a good time. I thought for a moment. I needed a plan. As my classmates and teacher evacuated the room, I grabbed the long pointer by the blackboard and prodded each creature I could reach with the wooden stick. Now, spiders don’t exactly react kindly to being wacked in the eyes, so I managed to make my way to the door…although bruised and scraped. I decided that this was too much for me. I just couldn’t accept that something so strange happened. I was used to good plain logic. Seeing no other solution, I took off down the hallway, my classmates staring at me like I was some sort of freak, and started to run home without looking back.
Tell me what you think? Should I post more? :) Thanks.
Anyone else wanna see some Calyspo action?
kk so i know everybody wanted to die after finishing MOA, but then remembered that they couldnt read the next one if they did. i know. me too. but if you think about it, its pretty obvious what happens, or at least easy to draw conclusions. percabeth cant die. nono. RR would die if he did that to us. but somebody has to, maybe nico? hedge? idk but someone important tho. somebody said that calypso was coming back and immediatly my "leoissingleandilovehim" lights started flashing. i mean, come on, hes the single, sexy beast, shes the single, depressed goddess. we all see it. but idk how she got freed? i mean, what is this magic? i think we may see some jeyna magic happening what with the percabeth mess and all that jazz, and octavion probably kicking her @$$ in some way, but again, idk. im kinda anti- piper cuz shes annoying, but she did save percy and jason so she earned some respect from me. but idk. post what you think these are just ideas.
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Disclamer: I do not own these Characters, Rick Riordan does.
Percy-
Percy felt like a rock when he and Annabeth was tumbling towards tartarus. When they almost reached the ground, he turned so his body hit the ground and protected Annabeth. He heard Annabeth scream when he turned his body but he didn't care - all he wanted is for Annabeth to be safe. When he hit the ground he could hear his bones crunching, Annabeth calling his name but he was slowly losing consciousness.
Disclamer: I do not own these Characters, Rick Riordan does.
Percy-
Percy felt like a rock when he and Annabeth was tumbling towards tartarus. When they almost reached the ground, he turned so his body hit the ground and protected Annabeth. He heard Annabeth scream when he turned his body but he didn't care - all he wanted is for Annabeth to be safe. When he hit the ground he could hear his bones crunching, Annabeth calling his name but he was slowly losing consciousness.
So in the YouTube video where rick reads part of chapter 2, Reyna mentions that she is the praetor of legion 12. Now in TLH Jason mentions that he is the praetor of the first legion. I believe that the legions are the same as the seperate cabins at Greek camp, therefore meaning the legions are seperated by parent, and the praetors are like the counselors. As Zeus/Jupiter is cabin one at camp half blood, he might be legion 1 at camp Jupiter. Therefore as dionysus /Bacchus is the twelfth Olympian/cabin I am led to believe that her parent is Bacchus, therefore explaining the purple robe, and maybe her father even mentioned Percy to her and said he'd be on his way to camp which is how she knew his name. Thoughts?
Skorpio
