Half-Blood 「 PJO & HP 」

CHAPTER 1

ERIN WAS CRAP WHEN IT CAME TO SWORDS. She could dodge, but she can't dodge for long. She can't even use the darn weapon even if it was to slice potatoes. She cursed once the opposing blade grazed her skin by the shoulder.

"Relax, you're only going to make things worse by being too tense." Mallory, a daughter of Ares, noted.

"Easy for you to say, you're a daughter of Ares. Plus, this sword you guys keep on handing me is way too heavy." Erin said as she dropped her sword in defeat and collapsed on the grass with her eyes closer and her body sprawled out like a starfish.

"There's no need to worry, you're still like, what? Eleven? When I was eleven, I still had trouble in learning how to parry." Mallory sheathed her sword and sat down on the spot beside Erin.

They were at a nearby hill, overlooking down at the cabins and the Big House, and the beach on the other side. The wind had suddenly become more stronger than the calm air it was before, but it wasn't in a bad way.

Erin let out a sigh, feeling refreshed than she ever did before. She looked up at the fifteen year old, who was staring off into space. Erin had never been able to fight in the Second Giant War, but she heard that there were a lot of casualties. Erin's eyes suddenly trailed down to Mallory's right leg. Instead of seeing skin and flesh, all she saw was a machine that supported her body.

She also heard that it was rough, the way Mallory had lost her leg. No one saw how, but all they knew was that she went to charge and mysteriously disappeared into a fog and once it had cleared, Mallory was there, with no scratch, other than the pool of blood near the area where her right leg was supposed to be.

Mallory was strong, strong enough not to panic when she had realized the part from her kneecap below had gone. Mallory herself was even the one to suggest to the Hephaestus Cabin to build her a robotic one, like what she remembered from a sci-fi movie where they use glowing swords. Erin had always admired Mallory. Even liked her more as a friend.

Erin blushed, looking away towards the opposite direction. Sure, Mallory was also not straight—in face she was straight was a circle—but who would want an 'attention seeking' pansexual? It may have been already 2016, but there are still a lot of people who haven't come to terms that not being straight is okay, that it is normal—love is love. Erin may be eleven, but she was already sure of her sexuality, but it was best to only let a few people in camp know, rather than everyone.

"I want it to be like this forever." Erin mused, breaking the silence between them.

"What do you mean by that?" Mallory looked over at the younger girl, who was staring at the bright blue sky.

"It's peaceful. It feels as if wars and destruction had never even existed, you know?"

Mallory looked down at her mechanical leg. It could never be the same as it was before. "Yeah, I wish it was like that, too."

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By the time the blue sky was replaced by an orange tint, the two demigods that it was getting dark soon. They ran down, or at least Mallory did, Erin preferred rolling down ("It's faster if you roll, Malloryyyyyy—gods, didn't even knew a bush was here!") until she had crashed into a bush. Instead of helping the poor, injured eleven year old, Mallory laughed. After the two had finished exchanging an amusing conversation, they had finally went back to camp for supper.

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After burning a portion of her food for her mother, Demeter, she sat beside her half-siblings who were exchanging stories on how they had met their godly mother.

"I'm not even kidding!" Ari, Erin's twenty-one year old sister began, "She visited me when I was still in high school once, disguised as one of the new lunch ladies! I kind of wondered why the new lunch lady knew my usual order before I even said anything."

This had always troubled Erin. Almost everyone in her table had met the goddess of agriculture except for the ones under sixteen. The reason why it was specifically sixteen, or why only Demeter does this, was still somehow unknown. Was she nice? Did she really look like one of the paintings of museums?

Sometimes, as what her siblings have said, it doesn't even have to be exactly by the time you turn into sixteen—some even met the goddess months after. Others got visited just right before they get to seventeen, as long they are still at the desired age, there is still a chance.

"Sure, Ari," a seventeen year old named Grant challenged, "but everyone knows mine was better."

"Oh, really,?" Gretta, Grant's twin sneered, "try to make up another cool story to tell so you could cover up the fact that dear mother tried to strangle you when you refused to eat the cherry tomatoes she handed you."

Sniggers and giggles filled the table. Grant shrunk into his seat, obviously embarrassed by what his sister confessed during the time they had met their mother.

Erin, who was silent and was trying to concentrate on her food, felt envious of her older siblings. She still had at least five years until she had come of age. But for now, she was going to try and fit in with her siblings.

"Lucky bastards," Vanessa, who was still fourteen, muttered beside her, "if they won't stop doing this, I'm going to have to stick this whole bunch of lettuce down into their throats."

"It's a free country," Erin agreed, "please, you are free to do it."

Suddenly she felt something strong erupt inside of her, a feeling of something strong, something powerful. She furrowed her eyebrows upon this and finally noticed pieces of lettuce flying towards her siblings' mouths.

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A/N:

CHAPTER 1 YAY.

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