Sign of the Times

Is it too soon for dead parent jokes?

You know when you find out something in you life that changes it forever? That has happened to me once before when I figured out I was a half-blood. You would think that would be the biggest shock in my life, but no. The biggest shock happened years later. Like MANY years later.

And before I really get into it, I just want to say, if anything  traumatic happens to you, don't have Annabeth or Percy break the news to you. They suck at it. Just read, you'll see.

"Emelia," Annabeth says, sitting down across from me. My face was worried, it is never a good sign when someone tells you that you need to sit down to receive some news. "The archives at camp said you died back in 1943."

I furrow my eyes at her. "What do you mean back in 1943, it still is 1943 . . . " my voice trails off. A million thoughts are rushing through my head, but one keeps circling back around and around. "How long? What year is it?"

They both hesitate. 

"It's 2023," Percy finally says. 

2023 - 1943 = 80. 80 years. 

"That doesn't make sense. My ship only went down like a week ago! How has it been 80 years!" My breathing quickened as I stood up and looked around as if the answers would be written in the sky. 

"Well, we are in the sea of monsters and in any magical place time is weird," Annabeth replies, standing up with me. 

"So, people have thought I was dead for 80 years? My mother has been dead for 80 years? That doesn't make sense!" Then, realisation dawned on me. "THAT BASTARD POSEIDON!" I yelled, causing the atmosphere to change. 

"Emelia," Annabeth warned, but I didn't care.

"He fucking sunk the ship! I knew I felt something not natural about that storm." A hand was placed on my shoulder but I whipped around and pushed the son of Poseidon away. I pulled out my sword and pointed it towards him. The waves picked up.

"Emelia!" Annabeth yelled, trying to pull me away but I wouldn't budge. Percy looked at me with sadness in his eyes, as if he knew what I was saying was true.

I stood there for a moment before my sword started shaking in my hand and tears came streaming down my face. My sword finally clattered to the ground in front of me as I crumbled down right next to it in a messy pile of sobs. 

My mother has been dead for 80 years. Everything we had is probably gone. There is no trace of her left on Earth. How could I go back to that? I should've stayed on the island. 

A hand rubbed my back as I cried. When I finally sat up a bit I could see Annabeth with tears in her eyes as well. But the most important thing was there was no sign of Percy around. 

When I finally calmed down it was already night. I told Annabeth I would take the first shift, knowing I wouldn't be able to sleep with everything rushing around my head. She was hesitant, but I promised her she could trust me to keep watch. Could she trust me to not kill bitch boy? That's a different story.

The night was quiet and the see had calmed down a bit, but there were still some harsh waves that knocked the boat around a bit as if they were taunting me. Maybe I shouldn't have called the god of the sea a bastard while being on a boat. Whatever though. I could care less if he sunk this ship like he sunk my mother's. I would only be concerned about Annabeth in that scenario. 

Then I got to thinking about how I could go back to America. I am assuming the world war had ended already. I am also assuming that I have no money. I am also assuming that everyone else is assuming that I died 80 years ago and most certainly am not still a teenage girl.