Demi-Goddess (Percy Jackson Fanfiction)

Back to School

You're probably thinking we were all set for our quest, and knew exactly where to go.
You thought wrong.
As soon as we set foot outside of the Empire State Building, the rush of people and cars in Manhattan filled our senses.
"They didn't even tell me the actual prophecy.", I muttered as we walked in the cold weather, and I pulled my North Face jacket tighter around me. Let's just say Aphrodite hooked me up with a few supplies.
We had brought our weapons, ambrosia, an extra pair of clothes, and some money.
We walked down the streets of Manhattan, taking in the scenic and nostalgic view.
"Where exactly are we headed?", Nate asked.
"Not sure.", Clare rubbed her red nose.
"I say we find someone who knows of Typhon.", Gerald barked. He sat warm and cozy inside my backpack.
"Who can we talk to about the Titan War? We've already heard the same story like a thousand times.", Clare noted.
I paused for a second.
Percy and Annabeth. They know more than anyone else about Typhon.
I knew exactly where to find them.
"Earth to Terra.", Nate snapped a finger in front of my face, and I spun around.
"We're going back to my school.", I said, and Nate sighed.
"I was beginning to like this no school demigod stuff.", he complained.

We trudged up a familiar street and reached Goode High an hour later.
We didn't take a Taxi because...well, we didn't want to waste the very small amount of money we had. Not sure how Gerald's going to take the news of not being able to afford chicken wings.
We approached the school doors and I held out my arms to stop Clare and Nathan.
"What now?", Clare asked.
"If anyone asks, say you're both transfer students, and you're following me around for a tour.", I explained, pulling out my student ID card. I kept it all this time, just as a reminder of my old life, when things were normal.
We walked into my high school. Classes already begun, and the hallways were empty. I had no idea what class Percy and Annabeth were in, and I was not taking a whole day to find them.
I decided to see the one person I hoped I wouldn't have to see again.
The one and only, Mr.Blofis.
We crept down the freshman hallway, and I peaked into Mr.Blofis's class. He was giving a lecture about some random article the class had read while I was gone.
I did something really smart to get his attention.
I waved my arms around in a very strategic manner. By strategic manner, I meant all over the place. Mr.Blofis glanced at the door as students began laughing. He excused himself and walked out of the classroom.
"How is everything, Terra?", he asked, glancing at my friends and the wiener dog in my backpack. I was surprised that he sounded like he was actually worried about me.
"We're on a quest, and we need to talk to Percy or Annabeth.", I said, and Mr.Blofis shook his head.
"Maybe after school-"
"We don't have all day.", Nate cut him off.
"You can't see them right now. They're taking one of the most important tests in the nation. The SAT. They're both trying to get into the New Rome college at Camp Jupiter.", he said.
Camp Jupiter?
I decided not to ask about it.
I sighed and shook my head.
"That's fine. Thanks anyway.", I walked away, my friends following me.
Stupid school tests.
"Terra.", Mr.Blofis called out, but I ignored him.
Clare and Nathan trailed behind me, admiring the cool blue lockers and white bricked interior of the hallways. I felt cold, suddenly, a shiver crawling up my spine.
I started to feel sick. My eyes began to fog up, and I leaned against a locker.
"Your power is mine."
The familiar voice rang inside my head, but I kept walking.
"Where are we going?", Gerald asked, and I shrugged. My heart rate began rising, and I was shaking. I thought it was a panic attack, but now I wasn't so sure.

I rubbed my eyes, and when I opened them, the school was dark, cold, and abandoned.
"Clare?", I asked, my voice echoing through the dark hallways.
"Nathan?", I called out. Footsteps were coming from around the corner.
The black figure in my dreams stopped in the hallway, it's golden eyes glowing in the dim lighting of the school.
I slowly backed up, shaking with every breath. The figure approached, levitating a mere inch off the ground as it moved closer.
"What do you want?", I asked, backing up against a locker. The figure tilted its head, and I caught a glimpse of its face. Dark, and rotted, the only thing alive about it were its golden eyes that I avoided to look at. I thought if I looked at them, I'd never be able to escape.
The figure stopped inches in front of me, and the silence consumed me.
His hand dove straight through my chest, and I stopped breathing.
This is it. This is how it ends.

"You better not be dead.", a voice said, and my face was shoved into a sink full of ice cold water. I threw my head up and grasped my chest, which wasn't bursted open like my dream.
"You good?", Clare asked, and I turned around. We were in the girls bathroom. Gerald was curled up in one of the other sinks, watching me closely.
I nodded, and felt a pain in my forehead. I looked back over at the sink, and then at the mirror. I caught a glimpse of golden in my eyes.

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Nathan
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You know, girls never really change.
Like, they always flock into the bathroom. If one goes, they all go. Even Gerald.
I didn't want to stand in the middle of the hallway alone. I bet some security guard would think I was planning to blow up the school.
I slipped into the guy's bathroom quietly.
"Sto-", a kids voice shouted, but was drowned by the sound of a flushing toilet.
"You're the reason I failed that test.", another dude shouted. I walked next to the open stall and saw two buff guys and a scrawny kid with his head in the toilet.
Don't get involved.
Don't get involved.
So, I got involved.
"Leave the kid alone.", I muttered, putting down my backpack. One of the big guys stood up, and pushed me against the brick bathroom wall. His breath smelled like cigarettes.
"You don't want to mess with us.", he said, his black eyes reminded me of olives. The nasty kind.
The other guy stood up and joined him. I took a glimpse of the scrawny kid hiding quietly in the stall, his hair wet and ruined.
"Just leave the guy alone.", I said a little louder, and one of the guys threw a fist. I wrapped my arms around his and judo flipped him the way Clare taught me.
For once, I felt like a badass.
That didn't last very long.
The other guy bashed my face in like it was a piece of styrofoam. I stumbled over into one of the stalls, regaining my balance, and kicked him away. The two guys were then surrounding me.
I wish I could summon some Matrix moves, or fight like some old karate movies, but I wasn't that kind of guy.
I pushed one of the guys into the glass mirror, shattering it. The other guy swung and missed. I was able to get a solid fist at him. He tumbled over, knocked nearly out of consciousness. His friend swept him up, and they suddenly walked out of the bathroom in a hurry. I then noticed why they left. Footsteps were heard down the hallway, but I didn't mind whoever was coming.
I turned to the scrawny kid in the bathroom stall.
"Thanks.", he stood up, trying to seem bigger than he really was.
I grinned, but in all reality, he reminded me of myself.
I was that scrawny kid, just trying to make it through the day without something terrible happening. I didn't know how to defend myself, but I also didn't want to hurt people, no matter how much they hurt me.
Yeah, I was a soft kid. I'll admit that much.
I know Terra and Clare would've killed me right then and there, but I pulled out a few bucks of our precious money and handed it to the kid.
"They took your lunch money.", I said, and he nodded and slowly reached for the money.
They'd take my lunch money too.
He quietly left after that, and I sat against one of the stalls. My fingers traced over the bruise that was left by the punch. I looked over at my backpack, a bow sticking out from it.
Of all gods, Apollo was my parent. It had to be Apollo.
I hated Apollo. I hate my godly parent.
I guess there are a lot of cruel things in this demigod world, but my life was cruelly ironic.
A few years ago, my mother was diagnosed with breast cancer. As the scrawny kid I was, I went to school everyday worrying about my mom. My grades dropped, and I got bullied. I barely ate, barely slept. I worked right after school to support my mom.
Blah blah blah.
I'm not a fan of emotional things. But I really did hate Apollo.
He basically made cancer, along with every other disease. And somehow, it was my mother who had it.
If he truly loved her, he wouldn't have done that to her. He would've cured her.
I felt my face get hot, and I shook my thoughts out of my mind. I didn't want to look back anymore.
After she passed, I was no longer the scrawny kid. I got taller, leaner, and a whole lot stronger. The only thing that hasn't changed is my heart.
Deep down, I still never want to hurt people. Not like my father. Not like any of the gods. Deep down, I was still that scrawny kid.
I thought about Terra after that. I don't know much about her, besides she's some type of goddess, or whatever that's suppose to mean.
I had a mental argument with myself about her all the time like,
You totally like her.
No I don't. I don't want to love anybody. I don't have emotions.
Uh-huh.
I sighed and my eyes suddenly fell on a fire alarm attached to the outside of one of the stalls.
Maybe we didn't have to wait for school to be over.