Tidalwave - A PJO fanfic (COMPLETE)

Three

*The Titan's Curse* 

11  yrs.  

"Again,"  Agwe instructed.  

I got up and drew my sword, ready to fight.  We fought, going back and forth before I made a move and flew his sword out of his hand.  I smiled and Agwe nodded, seeming to be allergic to emotions.  

"Good,"  he told me.  "Practice with the knives for an hour, then you're done for the day."  

He left and I pulled out the gold throwing knives from my holster, throwing each at the target in front of me.  Each blade hit the center.  A bullseye.  

It'd been a whole year since I heard the voice and had to leave.  Every day I thought of Percy and mom, but I knew they were safer without me.  I'd been with my father, Neptune, ever since.  Agwe trained me half the day while I helped my father with simple things for the other half.  

At night, dreams and nightmares snuck their way into my head, showing me things, I wished I never saw, or things that I had tried to forget.  So, most of the time I didn't sleep.  Agwe had to drug me one time just so I could get a proper sleep.  

Once I finished throwing for an hour, I went to my room to my rooms.  The room was huge, though smaller compared to other rooms in the sea castle.  My room had seashells and coral hanging from the ceiling by fishing nets.  Small pieces of glass from the beach had been glued together to make tapestries and jewelry.  

I had a few different rooms that belonged to just me.  I had my own bedroom, lounge, a huge bathroom, kitchen, living room, and a library and studio.  

The library and studio were combined but had a half wall to partially separate them.  I grabbed one of the canvases and watercolor paints and set to work finger painting.  Now I definitely wasn't the best artist in the world, but I wasn't terrible.  

Blues and greens and yellows and oranges and purples and browns and reds fitted their way to the canvas, shaping three figures.  Sally's hair didn't have as much texture as I would have liked, and Percy's was a midnight blue instead of black, but it still reminded me of them.  

The painting rested in the center of the room, bigger and above the rest.  After covering all the painting with sheets, I tried a new technique by flinging paint of the paintbrush.  In the end I had strips and glops and fragments of colors.  

My clothes were covered with paint, so I let the painting dry and went to take a bath.  The large, round, white bowl stood against the aquamarine tiled wall of the bathroom as I filled it with steaming water and salts.  

When I was done, I threw on some clothes to go work in the castle and spent the rest of my free time reading.  

- * - 

After working in the castle, I collapsed on my silky blue bed, too tired to go to sleep but also too tired to move.  

At some point I managed to fall asleep.  When I woke up, I threw on some cargo pants and a black tank top, but Agwe wasn't in the training area.  There was a note instead, telling me to come to the throne room.  

I hadn't been in the throne room for anything but to clean it since I had arrived a year ago.  My father sat on his grand throne, his golden trident radiating with power in his hand.  

"Father,"  I said, kneeling.  "You wanted to see me?"  

"Yes,"  he said, his voice rippling through the room like waves.  "I want you to help a few Greek demigods."  

I was so surprised I stood one knee.  "But Romans and Greeks-"  

"Yes,"  my father said dismissively.  "Demigods have been at war with each other for centuries.  That is why you need to go on this quest.  There will be four of you instead of the usual three, so make sure to take caution.  And you cannot tell them that you are Roman."  

I bowed my head.  "Yes, father."  

"Good,"  Neptune murmured.  "Now go.  You need to prepare before they arrive."  

I stood and left, still in shock.  I stuffed my silver and black backpack with food, clothes, and a few extra weapons.  Seconds passed, then minutes, then hours.  

It was early dawn when the first Greek arrived.  He was maybe a year younger than me, with black hair and dark brown eyes.  He wore dark jeans and an aviator jacket that was too big for him.  

He didn't have any weapons or food or anything.  His figure was slumped, and his eyes were full of grief and sorrow and pain.  At first, he didn't seem to notice me standing in the shadows.  

"Who are you?"  He asked, defensive.  

"The Silver Princess,"  I told him, remembering the lines of the Prophecy.  "Are you Nico di Angelo?"  

His eyes narrowed on me, and he didn't say anything.  I gestured for him to follow me and thankfully, he did.  

Since I couldn't reveal who I was truly, I'd been moved to a cave.  Thankfully it still had an ocean view.  We sat down and I offered him something to eat, but he still wouldn't talk.  He was in grief.  I gave him some soup anyway and he swirled the spoon in it, staring at it for 

The next I tested him to see what fighting skills he had.  He had none.  So, I briefly taught him some basic moves for the next two days until the other two Greeks arrived.  

The first was a girl with golden hair and golden skin, her brown eyes scanning any and everything for threats.  She wore archer gloves and had a bow strung over her back.  She definitely had trust issues and didn't talk much, but she wasn't in grief like Nico.  Her name was True Archer.  

The second was a girl with curly red hair and deep blue eyes like the sea.  She was my Greek cousin, daughter of Kymopoleia.  She wore a T-shirt for a beach resort and ripped jean shorts with white sneakers.  She was like the stereotype for ADHD.  Her name was Allora Tyke.  

Once we were all acquainted and after everything was explained, the four of us headed out onto our quest.