Demigod Reincarnated (PJO X TBATE)

II - Sneaking Out To Read A Book

Bear with me. This chapter kinda sucks. Just make it to the next chapter.

I'm not a very prideful person, flaunting my achievements in the face of others. But right now is the only time I will hold any amount of pride in my being.

I can crawl baby!

'Till now, I had to make do with the stories mother would tell me and Art while trying to make us fall asleep. Though I tried to listen, my attention was always caught by something new. My father would sometimes sit us on his lap while idly talking to us about his old days, (what I remember) which gave me some hints as to what kind of world this was and what it was filled with.

Reynolds Leywin, a former adventurer, (apparently that's a viable occupation in this world) had quite a lot of experience in this field. He was a part of several parties that went on expeditions to search for treasure and fulfil missions they acquired from the Adventurer Guild. He eventually settled down when he met my mother at the Kingdom's border in a city called Valden. He proudly told me how my mother fell head over heels for him at first sight when he visited the town's Adventurer Guildhall where she had been working at that time, but I suspected it was the exact opposite from how my mother slapped him across the back of the head and told him to stop telling me lies.

Arthur crawled before me, and I was hot on his heels.

My mother cautioned my father to not hit our heads and he replied in confirmation.

Arthur stopped without warning, making me almost crawl into him. Surprised and slightly confused, I gazed around his form. He's looking at himself in the mirror.

"Aww, look, Art is looking at himself in the mirror!" I cringed at my parents. They were squealing like a crowd of high school girls.

Arthur rose a brow at himself with a cheeky smile. Then he threw his hands into the air.

'What is going on in that little head of yours Art?' Having enough of his strange antics, I pushed him out of the way, allowing me the chance to inspect myself in the mirror. My auburn hair I got from my mom grew past my ears and my sharp azure eyes, which I got from my father, glowed bright blue. The iris was formed in a way that it made look like the waves of the ocean were moving within my eyes. Though, one strange feature gave me mixed emotions. I don't know how I haven't seen it before but... The white streak of hair I had in my past life followed me here. It brought back painful memories. I closed my eyes to suppress the tears from flowing freely. What does this mean?

"Do you think she doesn't like it?" My mom questioned my dad. He just shrugged his shoulders, awaiting my reaction to the streak in my hair.

'It's time to bury those memories, Percy. No, Ava.' That is my name now. Maybe this is my chance for a new start. A new family. No. I can never forget my previous family, but I will try to live with all the happy memories I made with them. A soft smile graced my lips. I took the white strands of hair; moving them out of the way and to the side.

"Maybe she likes it?" Came my father's assessment of the situation, and my mother agreed.

After weeks of attempting to crawl, yet only achieving an uncoordinated scuffle in place, I had finally succeeded; even managing to sneak into the family's library/study room while my mother was hanging the laundry out to dry. Mother rued the day I started to become mobile, sighing, "I swear, you're going to become as hard to manage as your father." Though she said the same thing about Arthur when he crawled in there to read a BOOK.

Right now my mother had just put me and Art to bed and kissed us on the forehead. "Sweet dreams my little angels."

The moment the door closed, Art jumped up, startling me for a moment. He ignored me and promptly threw his blanket on the floor. He clambered out of his crib with some difficulty until he landed on the blanket to soften his fall. I waited a second before following him. We may or may not have been sneaking out of our room to head to the study. Arthur sneaks into the study to read books, while I just use it as a place for playing or maybe reading a book or two. Or three. Yes, I can read and now I understand why it is fun. No dyslexia in this world. Woohoo! Anyway. Arthur always opens a book to read. I didn't know kids our age are able to read yet, so I just assume he looks at the pictures on some of the pages.