Destiny Calls (A Percy Jackson Fanfiction)

1: I walk into a war

My name is Arthella Dianne Carter.

I know, I know. Sort of a stupid name, but that's what my mom and dad want my name to be. Something about angering God, but from what I know, they're definitely not religious. I grew up with one older twin sister, Victoria Penelope Carter, and my life has been all about competing with each other.

Common sibling rivalry right? One minute we're best friends, the other, worst enemies.

I'm the good kid. She's the trouble kid. We've both been diagnosed with ADHD and Dyslexia, which is irritating, but I'm still top of the class for everything except for Art, English and Music. Those are Victoria's best subjects. We're both in the swim team, and no one can tell us apart, so we were named the Twin Swim Captains of Ryder High College.

I'm 15 years old, and I have jet black hair and pale skin. So is Victoria. Our only difference was that we had creepy eyes. My eyes were usually silver-green. Hers were gold-green, like a cats. Our eyes would change color to our moods, like when I am concentrating really hard on schoolwork, they turn silver. When Victoria sings, they turn gold. When we swim, they turn sea-green. Strange, isn't it.

Then my life took a sudden turn.

We both had charm necklaces, and mom told us never to take them off. Mine was a silver wolf, while Vic's was a golden hawk. I had lived my life like that, being second to everyone. It made sense. I was silver, and she was gold. Proud and reckless. The day my world turned upside down was the same day Greece was shook by several earthquakes, leaving them in economical disaster.

I jolted out of my sleep when I felt a weird feeling in my body, like a part of my soul was being torn apart. Vic was awake too, and we both knew what we had to do: we were leaving. You see, we were under a lot of pressure from our parents. Dad became violent and short-tempered, and mom blamed it all on us. No matter what we got for our grades, it was never enough.

So we ran.

We took only two things with us. My silver satchel and her golden shoulder bag. It was a gift from this relative that lived in Greece, apparently, and us two treasured them like they would cost us our lives. We ran and ran until we got to this pine tree. It was 2:00 am in the morning, in New York, yet we could feel hundreds of people at war, so we ran on. What came next caught us by surprise.

It was a massacre. Two armies of kids, one wearing bronze and one wearing gold, fought head-on against an army of monsters. Not just figuratively, but literally. There were centaurs, two-headed dogs? And they would explode into dust every time one of those golden weapons hit them. We both looked at each other, and nodded. We would help them if we could, even though we weren't trained like them. Like, those were kids down there. Kids, our age fighting for their lives. That was insane. Rushing down the hill, we stopped at the back of the fight when a colossal pillar of Earth that took the shape of a woman was grabbed out of the sky by a bronze dragon.

Two people FLEW up and somehow, I have no idea, blew it up. The pillar and dragon were gone, and the two teens that flew up there were carried away by FREAKING GIANT EAGLES. Victoria's face was more shocked than mine, but I was absorbed in my surroundings. The Eagles were from the Ancient Roman times, so if history was repeating itself, the golden army would be Romans, leaving the bronze army as Greeks. Which was insane.

This guy with horns and goat feet, (satyr! my mine said) grabbed us. "What are you doing?" he cried. "Help get the wounded!"

We rushed in and helped bring the wounded into this big house. It was packed with injured teens like us. Suddenly, this centaur rode up to us. "I feel the presence of two new demigods among our midst. Who are they I wonder? And would they be so kind to step up?" Demigods? This was a crazy day.