Bronze Gold Shadow (Percy Jackson/Teen Wolf Crossover)

Jordan's Accident

When I first saw Lydia's house, I couldn't help but let my jaw drop. It was huge, with a driveway that stretched down a hill and a manicured lawn that had a landscaping company sign by the corner of the driverway. The house itself was huge, two stories with columns around the porch, ivy that climbed around the bay window and up the sides of the house but it was kept and in control. There was a brown brick exterior and white windowframes. It was kept together and spoke a old money.

I felt extremely out of place with my old t-shirt, jeans and stained sneakers. The hunting backpack was slung over my shoulder, which was a comfort.

I knocked on the door, my fingers tapping on my leg. Then I looked over to the plants on the porch. It was a kind of fern. One that I didn't recognise. It made me think of Meg in California. I hoped she was doing okay with her siblings and Lu.

The large white door opened. It was the woman who held the stun baton at the gates of Eichen. Lydia's mother.

"Hi," I said. "Um-you don't know who I am but um, I'm Elizabeth, I'm Jordan Parrish's sister. I just to come by and see how Lydia was doing. If she's busy or anything I'll just go."

I hate ADHD.

"Mom?" a voice called. "Who is it?"

The woman turned back to the house, closing the door a little. "Someone named Elizabeth Parrish."

"Let her in," the voice replied.

The woman opened the door for me. She gave me a tight smile. It was clear that she didn't like me here. She didn't like Lydia's friends.

I gave her one back and followed her to a very spacious living room. It was white washed with cream coloured furniture and a huge brick mantle. There was a big vase in the corner and a piece of what I guess was art on the wall. The coffee table was glass but was covered in junk food wrappers, plastic water bottles, books and notebooks. There was a plastic bucket by the couch.

Lydia was lying on the couch, watching a show on a hide-away TV. She had sweats on, her face clean of makeup and a blanket thrown over her lap. She had a bandage wrapped around her head. She looked over and smiled. Her colour was much better. She looked like she was actually alive.

"Hey," she greeted. She grabbed the remote and turned off the TV.

"Hi," I said.

"I'll go check on lunch," Lydia's mom said.

"Thanks Mom," Lydia said. She gestured to the chair across from the couch. "You can sit."

"I'm kind of scared to," I admitted.

She chuckled. "It's okay. It's a chair. It won't bite."

I laughed but sat down. "Clearly you've never made a witch mad." I took my backpack off and set it by my feet.

"How'd you find my address?" Lydia asked.

"Stiles told me," I replied. "Jordan wanted to come but he was working. I also convinced him it would be a little creepy since you're still underage and he's seven years older."

She laughed again. She looked at me and I could see her mind working a little. Stiles had told me she was smart. "What do you know about this town?"

I was taken back a little, not expecting this question. "I know that supernatural creatures live and thrive here. They are called here because of the protection the Nemeton provides from my world. How much do you know about my world?"

"I know you're not completely human," she stated. "I'm not sure what it is."

"It's godly blood," I told her. "I have ichor in my veins. This place is so far from my world... I wasn't sure what to make of it at first."