I finally uploaded this thing. This story is suppose to prove JM that I am an AWESOME writer. So I'm writing a fanfic about his favorite fiction book: Heroes of Olympus series! (I AM NOT HAPPY ABOUT THIS).
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|-Leslie-|
The night was pitch black and as cold as ice.
But six year old Leslie didn't care. She love the moon more than anything.
Darkness was her thing. That was her environment in the Underworld. She and her mother would stroll in the Fields of Asphodel, play near the river styx, and learn new spells.
Hades despise her. You should not be surprised. He hated all her mother's children. He pretty much wanted everything dead in the Underworld.
That was the first reason why her mother wanted her to stay in the living world, also known as America (or planet Earth). She said that the young one will just be there for a while (since she's just gonna die and go back to the Underworld anyway).
He will destroy you, her mother would say.
Now, they snuck in the unknown streets of New Orleans.
Leslie wore a black cloak under her long black dress. Her hair tied up in a messy bun. Blame it on Mummy and her ghosty servants, she thought with an irritated look on her toddler face.
"Come, my dear child." Leslie's mother whispered like a quiet wind. "follow me."
Leslie almost stumbled on the sidewalk. Her mother was too fast. She was floating on air instead of running. That's what goddesses do these days. Too lazy to walk like normal human beings.
Mothers and goddesses.
"Mummy?" Leslie called out, her voice quivering in anxiety. "Where exactly are we going?"
Her mother turned around. Her dark purple dress glowed like a sliver of moonlight.
"Come here, daughter." She held up her hand to her. "I want you to do something."
Immediately, Leslie approached her mother.
Then, a spray bottle appeared from her mother's hand. She clutched the bottle, grabbed Leslie's arm before she could escape, and sprayed a trickle of water from the River Lethe.
"I'm sorry, my child" were her mother's last words before Leslie lost her memories.
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|-Kerby-|
Standing on the outskirts of the Miller town, a woman in a long black cloak stood there, gazing for someone's house. Her lover's, actually.
It was a sunny afternoon. Too beautiful to give away her child. Baby Kerby tried to wriggle free from his mother's grasp. She smiled in spite of herself.
"Now, now, Kerby." She chided. "Everything must be balanced. I'm giving your father a chance to meet you. It won't be fair if you had to live with me in Olympus forever."
The baby cried in frustration. He tried to grab his mother's hair, but it was tied up in a ponytail and rested in her other side of her shoulders.
The mother laughed softly. She'll miss the boy so much.
She went to George's house, a bit nervous but under that aviator sunglasses were golden eyes, golden eyes that are firm and full of confidence. She has done this so many times, all thanks to one crummy Zeus and his stupid lightning bolt, together with owl-headed Athena. Oh how she would love to revenge her most dislike gods like him.
When she finally reached the porch, she knocked the door.
She glanced back at Kerby. Once last picture of his real face. She will never be with him again.
But she will do everything to see him again. Hug him again. Ruffle his black hair one last time.
"Good bye, sweetie." She said as she placed the seven month old boy in front of the door, and and left tire marks on the ground as she strolled away in her motorcycle. That's odd.
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|-J.M.-|
"Carrie, I had to do this." A man in a pin-striped suit said in a low voice. "It is for his own good."
He and Carrie sat on the sofa, in a quiet living room which is actually in Carrie's house.
"Hank or Harry or whatever you are, Johnny has the right to grow up with a father!" Carrie snapped. She patted her belly gently, being careful enough not to hurt the baby boy.
The man sighed. He almost forgot how he fell in love with this stubborn woman. But just look at her background! She's beautiful, she works as a talk show host in the morning, and she is a woman that he must score before that Ben reporter guy from the studio could steal her.
"Carrie, please. John Michael is in danger when accompanied by me." He tried to grab her hand but she shook it away.
"And why?!" She demanded. Her eyes full of rage. "You dare say that OUR son's life is in danger? How could you?!"
The man hesitated. Carrie stared hard at him.
"You still didn't answer my question."
His eyes drifted to his watch. "What question?"
"A few months ago. I asked who you are." Carrie's voice was deadly serious.
A few seconds later, the man disappeared.
