Shayla sighed and glanced around.
She was about to die.
And she couldn't do anything about it.
Shayla wanted to cry and scream and throw a tantrum at this dumbass life of hers. But, what would that actually do? I mean sure it might feel good to scream slurs at the gods in the little time she had left, but it wouldn't do anything productive.
Shayla glanced around and started to stomp around, trying to stomp out the wall of flames. Smoke was starting to choke her lungs, making it ten times harder to breathe.
She let out a cough and backed away from the flames as a gust of wind blew, creating a higher fire.
Fuck you Zeus.
The hydra was in front of her. She might as well kill it before she died from asphyxiation, which was already making her head spin.
Shayla was able to hear the sounds of the battle going on around her, the hydra spitting acid towards the group, the sound of yelling and fighting.
None of the heads were turned towards her. She had an advantage, which she would gladly take if the world wasn't spinning and she could breathe.
Her skin blistered from heat, making it harder to move. She was drenched in sweat. Shayla wiped her forehead. The flames were eating away at the grass, she was going to get overtaken, they were a mere two feet away from her.
Shayla took up all the breath she could muster and screamed, her throat burning, her lungs filled with smoke. Her skin smoldered. But Shayla just screamed. She screamed in pain. She screamed in anger. She screamed in hate for her step-father. She screamed in hopelessness. She screamed in agony. But mostly she screamed in sadness. She screamed in sadness for what she would never experience, for what she had yet to learn, for what yet she had to say.
The forest seemed to quiet down. Even the hydra stopped its fighting. It was dead silent except for the crackling of fire Shayla shallow breathing.
"SHAYLA?!!! HOLD ON!!" Someone yelled back, the voice was cracking and seemed to be crying. It sounded a whole lot like Percy.
At least they care.
Shayla clenched her fist and glanced down at Harpe.
Listen kid, I know I wasn't super nice to you, but, I need you to know. That Hermes sent me to you for a reason. And I heard...everything. You didn't deserve any of that shit. Hell, a river could have been made. But, people care about you, even if you don't see it. And-HOLY FUCKING SHIT!
Shayla looked around alarmed at Harpe's exclamation.
A twelve foot wave was barreling towards her. The wave was knocking down trees and everything in its path.
"PERCY!!! SHES GONNA DROWN!" Someone screeched.
The wave parted into two, splitting and taking out the fire in its path. The two parts crashed above her and hit the hydra full force, it was almost as if Shayla was in a little bubble, as the water rained down on her and crashed around her.
She took a step as the water parted and showed herself. The hydra was gone, a pile of golden dust left in its wake.
Her lungs burned, her skin was on fire, and she felt like she was gonna pass out. But she was fucking alive.
"Holy. Shit." Delilah muttered and ran towards her. Shayla shook her head.
"No-" She choked then double over into a coughing fit, black smoke protruding from her mouth.
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Before The Tides Turn|p. Jackson| Book One
FanfictionShayla Dawson has never known what family love has felt like. Her biological parents were dead, or so her evil step-parents had said. Her step-father was a drunk alcoholic with a nasty cut-eye. When Shayla runs away and runs into a boy with sea gree...
