The tides uclaimed

im not sure abt the title here yet-

chapter i lost count- seven i think?

The soft rustle of leaves echoed through the camp as the morning sun stretched across the sky, its golden rays peeking through the trees. I stood at the edge of the clearing, my gaze cast out over the familiar grounds of Camp Half-Blood.
Today marked the beginning of something far bigger than I was ready for—a quest. A quest that would pull me further from the life I knew, into the unknown, where danger lurked in every shadow, and the weight of prophecy clung to my every move. I couldn't ignore the stirring deep in my gut, the knowing feeling that whatever this journey was going to be, I wasn't prepared for it.
"Adria," a voice broke my thoughts. I turned to see Percy  walking toward me, his usual calm demeanor replaced by something heavier—concern, maybe. Behind him, Annabeth's piercing gray eyes were locked on me, unreadable but intense.
"We need to talk before you leave," Percy said, his voice low but firm. "It's important."
I nodded and stepped forward, my shoes crunching against the gravel path. Behind me, Elliot, Lynessa, gathered, waiting for the conversation to begin.
"Adria," Percy continued, meeting my eyes with an intensity I hadn't expected. "You're going to be facing more than you realize on this quest. This isn't just about you or your prophecy anymore. You've got a responsibility to the gods, to your bloodline, and to the people you'll meet along the way. It's bigger than any of us."
My heart clenched at the reminder. I had never asked for this. I wasn't ready. But it was happening anyway.
"I know," I said quietly, trying to hide the doubt in my voice.
Annabeth stepped forward then, her hand resting lightly on my shoulder. "Listen, I know this is overwhelming. But you're not alone. You've got a team, and you need to trust them—each other. This quest isn't just about fighting monsters or completing tasks. It's about understanding who you are and what you're meant to do."
I wanted to believe her. I did.
"And remember," Percy added, turning to Eli, his tone shifting to one of authority. "You're with her, kid. You're responsible for her safety. You know the drill—don't let anything happen to her."
Eli, who had been standing at the edge of the conversation, looking somewhat detached, met Percy's gaze with a raised eyebrow. "I know. You don't have to worry. I've got her back."
Annabeth's gaze flicked to Lynessa then, her expression unreadable but calculating. "And you. You don't have to like each other, but you'll need to work as a team. It's the only way this will work. No room for personal issues."
Lynessa stiffened but didn't reply, her eyes flickering to the ground as she avoided meeting anyone's gaze. She was the outsider in this group—the one who never truly belonged, the one whose loyalty was always in question. But there was nothing I could do about it. She was part of the quest, and she was coming whether I liked it or not.
Percy turned back to me, his expression softening just a little. "Start with Poseidon's temple. It's safe there for now, but you'll need to make plans for what comes next. Trust your instincts, but remember, not everything will be as it seems."
I nodded, though doubt still churned in my stomach. I wasn't sure I could trust my instincts anymore. They were clouded by fear, by the weight of my inheritance.
"Thanks," I murmured, looking between Annabeth, Percy, and the rest of the group. My voice was small, but they heard it.
Elliot stepped forward then, a quiet determination in his expression. "We should get going before it gets dark. You said Poseidon's temple isn't far from here, right?"
I nodded again, turning away from the conversation. Lynessa followed, and we began the trek toward the waiting taxi. The camp's trees thinned as we made our way to the exit, where a sleek, black car was waiting, its engine purring quietly. It felt out of place, like a relic in a world of myths and monsters. But it was practical. It would get us to the temple without raising suspicion.
The taxi ride was quiet, the weight of the journey pressing on all of us. Lynessa sat on the opposite side, arms crossed, her gaze fixed on the passing scenery. She hadn't spoken since Percy's conversation, and I wasn't sure if I should try to break the silence. Elliot was quieter than usual too, his eyes flicking between the road ahead and me. We had a way of being around each other without needing to say anything.
Lynessa spoke up first, her voice cool as she broke the silence. "We're really going to Poseidon's temple. I thought that place was far from here."
I glanced at her, the question in her voice a stark contrast to her usual coldness. "It's isn't." I grumbled keeping it short.
Her lips quirked up, but it was a humorless smile.
I didn't say anything else—there was no point. The tension was palpable, but it wasn't the right time for petty arguments. We needed to focus.
When we finally arrived, the temple stood before us, towering against the sky. It was older than anything I had ever seen—its stone pillars reaching high into the heavens, covered with intricate carvings of sea creatures, waves, and gods of old. The air felt thick here, heavy with the weight of ancient power. Poseidon's presence could be felt in every stone, in every ripple of the water nearby. This was no ordinary temple. It felt alive.
We climbed out of the taxi and stood for a moment, taking in the awe of the structure. It was beautiful, intimidating, and sacred. I could feel the pull, the connection to my father, even if I had never truly known him.
"I'll go inside," I said, breaking the silence. "I need to think. I can't rest until I figure this out."
Elliot turned to me, concern flashing in his eyes. "Are you sure? We should stick together."
"I need some time alone," I said softly, trying to keep the tremor in my voice hidden. "I won't be long."
I turned and walked up the steps of the temple, my sneakers clicking against the stone. The air grew cooler as I entered, the soft flicker of torchlight casting long shadows across the walls. The temple felt vast, the ceiling stretching high above, filled with carvings of sea gods and ancient battles.
And then, there it was.
A glimmer of metal caught my eye. I walked toward it, drawn by an invisible force. In the center of the temple, partially hidden behind a stone altar, I saw a weapon. At first, I thought it was just another relic, another forgotten treasure. But as my fingers brushed against the hilt, I felt it—an immediate, undeniable connection. This weapon had a purpose.
I pulled it from its resting place, the blade shimmering in the dim light. It wasn't like any sword or dagger I had ever seen. It was curved, sleek, with a dark blue sheen that seemed to swirl like the ocean's surface in a storm. The hilt was carved with intricate symbols, waves wrapping around it, and at the base, an emblem that looked like a crashing wave.
"This," a voice whispered from behind me, "is Torrent."
I spun around to find Lynessa standing in the doorway, her eyes narrowed as she studied the weapon in my hand.
"Torrent?" I asked, my voice hushed. It felt powerful, ancient.
Lynessa nodded, her expression serious. "It's no ordinary weapon. It was forged long ago, for the child of Poseidon who would rise to take on the challenges of the world. It belonged to your ancestors—your father 's side. Torrent is said to be a weapon of great power, capable of controlling water in ways few can imagine. But it comes with a price."
I looked at her, heart pounding. "A price?"
She hesitated. "The weapon has claimed those who were unworthy. Those who weren't ready to wield it. But I don't think it's ever chosen someone like you before."
I swallowed hard, turning the blade over in my hands. "Torrent..."
Lynessa nodded again. "It translates to χείμαρρος in Greek. Pronounced Cheimarros. It means a fast moving stream, or current —a sometimes  uncontainable force. And it's yours now. Use it wisely."
I couldn't shake the feeling that Torrent wasn't just a weapon. It was a part of me now, like it had been waiting for me all along.
As I stood there, the weight of the weapon heavy in my hands, I suddenly felt the familiar tug of exhaustion pulling at me. I hadn't realized how tired I was until now. It had been a long day, and the weight of everything—the prophecy, the weapon, my bloodline—was finally catching up to me.
I left the temple, Torrent securely by my side, and headed back to where Eli and Lynessa were waiting.
That night, as we settled into a quiet corner of the temple, I fell asleep quickly, my mind racing. I didn't realize how exhausted I truly was until sleep claimed me.
But the nightmares came.
The world around me shifted as darkness enveloped me completely. It was suffocating—like being trapped in the depths of the ocean, where the water pressed against my skin, cold and relentless. I couldn't see anything, but I could feel something watching me, something ancient and terrifying. It was a presence I knew all too well.
"Adria..." the voice whispered, so soft yet so full of malice. It wasn't a voice I recognized at first, but the more it echoed in my mind, the more familiar it became. The voice twisted, shifting between the tones of my mother and something darker, something that scraped at my soul. "You can't escape me. You never could."
I froze, my pulse racing in my ears as my mind screamed for me to wake up. But I couldn't. I couldn't move, couldn't speak, couldn't even breathe.
The darkness parted, and there she stood—Nyx. But it wasn't Nyx entirely. Her face was no longer that of the primordial goddess but that of my mother, her lips curling into a cruel smile. The same green eyes, the same soft features—yet twisted into something that made my stomach churn.
"Mother?" I gasped, the word leaving my lips before I could stop it. "What... what is this?"
Her eyes gleamed with something unholy as she stepped forward, her presence consuming everything around me. "This is your destiny, Adria. You were always meant for this. Always meant to be mine."
I tried to step back, to escape, but my body was frozen in place. I couldn't fight it. Couldn't escape the suffocating pull of her power.
"You've always belonged to me, child," she whispered, her voice like a thousand voices overlapping, a chorus of whispers in the dark. "Just as the waves belong to the sea, so you belong to me."
The ground beneath me trembled, and the darkness shifted, becoming the very ocean I feared, swirling and churning with a violence that felt alive. The water rose around me, closing in, dragging me under.
I struggled to breathe, my lungs filling with saltwater as the weight of the ocean pressed down on me. Panic surged in my chest, but it was too late. I couldn't fight it. I couldn't escape.
Then, as if the ocean itself was pulling away, the darkness began to twist again, morphing into something even more terrifying. The face of my mother melted into Nyx's true form—an endless void, dark as the night sky, consuming everything in its path.
I felt it then—the cold fingers of fear clutching at my very soul. My body trembled uncontrollably, and I wanted to scream, but no sound came. The fear gnawed at me, the darkness pressing in on all sides, suffocating me.
"You are mine," Nyx's voice echoed, colder now. "And you will never escape me."

I woke with a gasp, my body drenched in sweat, my breath coming in ragged gasps. My heart hammered in my chest as if it might burst from the pressure. My skin felt clammy, the cold sweat clinging to me as the remnants of the nightmare lingered in the corners of my mind.
I tried to sit up, but my muscles felt weak, my body still trembling from the terror that had gripped me. It took a moment for my surroundings to come into focus—the dim light of the temple, the distant sound of waves crashing outside.
"Adria?" Elliot's voice broke through the fog of fear clouding my thoughts. I turned to see him sitting up, his wide eyes filled with concern as he looked at me, unsure whether to approach or give me space.
"Adria, are you okay?" He reached out slowly, as if afraid I might shatter.
I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came. My throat felt tight, constricted, as if the terror of the nightmare still had its hold on me.
"I..." I finally managed to whisper, shaking my head. "I—I don't know what happened. It was her. Nyx. She... she was there. She was trying to pull me in, to take me..."
Elliot didn't say anything at first, just watching me with that quiet concern that he never seemed to show anyone else. It made my heart flutter in an odd way, like a tiny spark of warmth in the midst of the cold dread that still lingered inside me.
"You're safe now," he said softly, his voice steady, almost like a grounding force I desperately needed. "You're safe here."
But I didn't feel safe. Not with what I'd just seen. Not with Nyx's words ringing in my ears, still echoing in the depths of my mind.
Before I could respond, Lynessa's voice cut through the quiet. "Is she okay?"
I looked over at Lynessa, who was sitting up in her own bedroll, her sharp gaze fixed on me. She didn't seem worried—just curious, like she was watching a puzzle piece fall into place. She hadn't ever truly been concerned with me before, not in the way that Elliot had. She didn't understand fear like I did. She didn't understand what it was like to be haunted by something that wasn't just a nightmare but a reality waiting to unfold.
"Fine," I muttered, my voice hoarse. "Just a dream. I'm fine."
Lynessa raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced but not willing to push the issue further. She turned away, rolling back onto her side, the conversation apparently over.
But Elliot didn't move. He stayed there, sitting up, watching me as though he could see right through the facade I was trying to put up. His eyes softened, and for a moment, I swore I saw something deeper there—something unspoken, something raw and vulnerable.
"You don't have to go through this alone, Adria," he said quietly, almost as if he were speaking more to himself than to me.
His words lingered in the air between us, and for the first time since I had been pulled into this twisted prophecy, I felt the weight of it all lighten—just a little. Maybe I wasn't alone. Not completely.
The tension in the room broke as Lynessa let out a sharp exhale. "We should get some rest. Tomorrow is a big day."
The words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. I wanted to argue, to ask how we could rest when the world felt like it was falling apart. But there was no point. There was nothing I could do. We had to prepare for what came next.
And whatever that was, it was going to be worse than anything I could imagine.