𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐀-𝐩𝐣𝐨

6 - I Make the Ground Explode

Aaron and I ran side by side, me carrying the flag. Aaron had his knife by side in case anyone suddenly attacked us.

As we ran, I wondered what exactly had happened there at the creek. I had felt... stronger once my feet were in water. And for some reason, my shoes and socks weren't wet at all. They felt bone dry as we ran.

What was that kid going to say? That I was a... what?

There was only one major god in Greek mythology who could control water. But it's not possible that he could be my dad... right?

I grunted in frustration.

"You okay?" Aaron asked breathlessly, glancing at me before training his eyes back on the uneven ground.

"No," I answered, still frustrated.

He frowned. "What's wro—"

A blade flew toward us. It crashed against Aaron's helmet, emitting a loud CLANG! sound.

I raised my sword to fight the attacker, but something hit my back. I turned around to find a small girl with a knife facing me.

Aaron and I fought against them, moving almost in sync. Our attackers soon ran off, seeming to realize that they couldn't fight us. Cowards.

Huffing, I put my hands on my knees, resting for a second.

"Uh, Adira?" Aaron said, worry in his voice.

"Not now, Aaron."

"Adira?"

"What?"

I looked up to see people. Lots of them, all wearing red helmets and gear.

We seemed to have a stare-off for a moment, Aaron and I still panting from our run.

Then they attacked.

With a sudden burst of energy, I stamped my foot to the ground. A rip in the earth tore open before me, the ground rumbling and making it hard to stand. I grabbed Aaron by the arm and pulled him back, away from the crack.

"What- how?" he asked, wonder and fear in his eyes. "How did you do that, Adira?"

"I- I don't know," I replied. I stared down at the crack. It looked deep, maybe about ten feet? 

How the fuck did I do that?

A horn blew, and a horse with the torso of a man— or a man with the body of a horse—rode— walked?— up to the campers near the split in the earth. He looked straight at me, and as I glanced around nervously, I realized that everyone was looking at me. No, not at me—above me.

I looked up to see whatever was above my head. A blue, glowing symbol burned there. A trident.

"Welcome, daughter of Poseidon," the man—horse said, his eyes still boring into me.

Percy pushed his way through the crowd. "Adira? You're... my sister?"

"I suppose I am," I replied, shifting my weight from one foot to the other. The simple motion made me sway, almost losing my balance. 

"I- how?" He asked.

"Um..." I fell, the exhaustion from literally breaking a crack in the ground and creating an earthquake catching up to me. Aaron caught me as I fell, then everything went black.

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Dreams. I had never had many dreams as a kid, none that I remembered, anyway. But this dream was... different. This was more vivid than any of the dreams that I had ever had. And that scared me.

I saw a figure. Two figures. They talked to each other in quiet but harsh tones. I crept closer to listen.

One whispered, "Brother, we must be quick. If we want this plan to work, then we have to—"

"I know what we have to do!" The other snapped. "Trust me, I've been planning this for centuries. It's all coming together. Now all we need is that demigod to help us."

"But how shall we get him? We've tried to persuade him twice already but that clearly hasn't worked. We must take a different route. Maybe if we take someone close to him, we can force him to join our efforts?"

"Yes, yes, good idea... maybe that son of light that he seems particularly interested in. Yes..."

The conversation was cut off by a voice calling me. The voice was deep and husky, a voice that I'm sure that I've heard before...

"Adira? Are you up?"

I opened my eyes to see a guy with dark hair and sea green eyes peering at me. I was laying on the bottom of a bunk bed, in a large room. Cabin Three? A fountain lay in the corner of the room, its waters bubbling slightly. Mist sprayed from it, light from the nearby window creating a rainbow.

"Oh, you're awake. Good," Percy said, sitting back on his heels. He was on the ground next to my bed, wearing a plain navy shirt and jeans.

I sat up. "Where am I?" I asked.

"Welcome to Cabin Three," Percy said, spreading his arms wide. "Your new home."

"My home?" I stood, looking around the room. It was nice, with a bathroom in the corner, two bunk beds, and a small table with chairs beside it.

"Yeah," Percy responded. "I'm, well, I'm your brother. Half-brother, technically, but still. It's cool to have a younger sister."

"Yeah. It's cool to have an older brother." I turned to face him. "I've never, you know, had a family before."

He grinned. "Well, I'm glad to say that you'll always have a family here at Camp Half-Blood."

I smiled, but it didn't reach my eyes. I'm happy to have a family, really, but... I hope it lasts. "Thanks," I said.

"Well, if you don't mind, it's time for some breakfast, so I'm going to go and get some. Would you like to join me?" he said, beginning to walk out the door.

"Sure," I replied, following him.

A/N

heyyyyy. any guesses on who she was dreaming about? hope you liked this chapter!