[PERCY JACKSON FANFICTION 🌊⚔️]
"My name is Alex Wild
Im 14 years old
Curly hair, dark brown eyes, 5'7,
That information is for the ladies."
Meet Alex Wild🧑🏻, a Wild kid who lives on the street, running away from the police,🏃🏻
And trying lives h...
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The boat was silailing slowly, the winds had calmed down, and the sun was already out. I sat there, struggling to digest what I heard. That prophecy still echoed in my head like a faint echo that refused to go away. I felt the tension in the air, but I didn't know what to say or how to move forward from here.
Rachel suddenly sighed and broke the silence. "I know how to call for help," she said as she began looking for something in the drawers of the boat.
"What are you looking for?" I asked.
"Drachma," she answered, a determined look on her face. "I know how to use it to call for help, but I don't know if there is one here."
Rachel rummaged through her things angrily while we sat quietly on the boat. The adrenaline from the last fight was still running through my blood, and I was sure the rest were too. This tension, which had been between us since we got into all this, was almost unbearable.
"Is she going to find what she's looking for anyway?" Taylor whispered angrily, eyes still searching the surrounding water for threats. "I don't know how much longer we can go on like this."
"What are we supposed to do now?" Leia asked with a slightly shaky voice, unable to hide her concern. "All this... it's too much."
"I'd be happy if I had an idea," I replied, following Rachel with my eyes. "But I think the only thing we can do is just be here for each other."
"It's just crazy," Taylor muttered. "We've barely known each other for two days, and we've already been through so much together."
"Not that I feel like we really know each other," Leia breathed deeply. "But… at least we're not alone in this."
I looked at them, feeling her words enter my lungs. "I know it's not much, but I'm really glad you're here. Even if it means sitting on a boat with someone who isn't sure what she's looking for."
Taylor gave a small smile, as if the tension had dropped from him just for a moment. "It still feels like we're just trying to hang on. But maybe, in the end, that's what will make us stronger."
I suddenly remembered how much I loved just walking around the street and enjoying my little adventures.
"Maybe later we will travel like tourists in a small place and have fun?" I asked.
"We can talk about that later," Leia said, "but first, let's make sure we survive."
The connection between us was still far from being deep, but at this moment, under the tension and pressure, something started to build.
Maybe it wasn't a bond of years, but it was something real, stemming from the reality in which we were trapped.
Rachel finally found her drachma.
She stood up, went to the end, and took the hose that was connected to one of the faucets.
Without explaining, she placed the drachma in the palm of her hand, pointed the tube towards the sky and created a spectacular rainbow in the water. I didn't know what to expect, but I realized it wasn't just a prank.
