my demigod life

A Blast From the Past

Disclaimer

Hey guys!!!!! So before you read this chapter, you should know that David is based on my little brother. I would do anything for him (but don't tell him that). We fight a LOT! But I love him to the depths of Tarterus!Sissy loves you bubby!!!!!!!!!!

I don't own any of the characters! Rick Riordan does!

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  Reyna looked like she had seen a ghost He had just killed a huge Cyclopes. Even I was speechless. The demigod had blue eyes, pale white skin, blonde hair, and a small nose that I was sure I had seen before. "Dave?" Reyna asked. "Hm?" he looked up. "How the hell are you here?" she ran and hugged him like I had never seen her do, Reyna never let her guard down. "It's not the first or second time I survived the Cyclopes. She should know." He said pointing at none other than me. I raised my eyebrow and pointed at myself. "Me?" I asked. "You of all people should know who I am really am. What my real name is. What age I ran away. The name of my father and how he died. Because I know you. I know your favorite Disney movie was Lillo and Stitch because Lillo was just as socially awkward as you. You hated pickles on your big Mac, but you would sit around eating them straight from the jar. I know your dad's name was Alex Marvel Collins. I know you were claustrophobic. I know what you endured to keep me safe. So I ask you now Cinderella, who am I?"

I was getting teary eyed. I didn't say anything, but instead rushed forward, and hugged the boy I thought was dead. "Davie is that you?" his grip on me tightened. "Yes Sami, It is." "I-I thought you were dead!" I sobbed into his torn shirt. "I thought after the Cyclops took you, he snapped your neck or something worse. I thought I lost my little brother."

All of my friends were staring at me open mouthed now. No one knew I had a brother. He was my secrete I never shared for fear that if I opened that scar, it would never shut again.

"You know I'm never letting go of you right?" I asked. "Well I am never ever going to let you." He said and gripped tighter. We stood there for ten minutes, just hugging. "Do you remember Aunt Jenny? And how I would never let her go when she would visit?" I asked. "Yes. And how you were her favorite niece, even though she had three others." "This reminds me if her for some strange reason." "Maybe because she was gone in the war. And we didn't know if she was alive or dead. And you thought I was dead." "You always were smart."

I hugged him even tighter, and then held him at arm’s length. He had on a torn purple SPQR shirt, combat boots, and shredded pants. His hair was cut straight as Jason's. He had muscles. My baby brother was a warrior.

Leo awkwardly cleared his throat. "Hi, I'm Leo Valdez." He said sticking out his hand for David to shake. "David Collins." he replied. "You never told me you had a brother?" Leo said looking at me. "I knew she wouldn't. The truth is... My sister is ashamed of me." I smacked the back of his head. "Nah, she thought I was dead." he cleared up his mistake.

 “I can’t believe you never told me you had a little brother!” Andrea said in frustration. “It never came up?” I asked. “And how is it that your little brother is kind of cute never come up?” Alexis asked. “Dude!” I screamed at her. “Just looking for potential suitors don’t worry, I do this every time a new demigod gets here.” I saw her eyes flick over to Tanya.

My friends were so ridiculous! I just wanted to kill myself then. David looked at me like I he wondered who these weird people were. “Sorry Bubby, forgot you’re new here. “These are my friends: Annabeth, Percy, Tanya, Andrea, Alexis, Skylar, Leo, Jason, Sarah, Nico, Grover, Patrick, Lacey, Krystal, Piper, Drew, Trevor, Connor, Travis, and Katie.” He nodded. “Hey guys, I’m David. If you haven’t guessed already I’m Sam’s little brother. Any questions? ” Annabeth raised her hand, and then said “You’re a legacy of Hades, right? Sam is daughter of Athena. How is that possible?” I hadn’t even thought of that. Reyna did say that he was a legacy of Hades, but if that was true for him, what about me? “I knew that this would come up sooner or later. Follow me.”

We followed the boy into the big house, and up to Chiron. “Hello Chiron. My name is David. Is there any way we can make an iris message?” Chiron looked startled by the son of Athena, but none the less made him a rainbow. “Oh Iris, goddess of the rainbow, accept my offering. Show me the history of the Collins family.”

Black smoke. I was about to suggest he try it again because it didn’t work, when I saw a very familiar face through the rainbow. It was a face that was on the walls of my old house. Great grandpa Collins. He was at war, against what, I didn’t know. Something exploded, sending him flying back against an old brick wall. A thin trail of blood leaked from his mouth, and he muttered something that I almost couldn’t hear. “I hope that I pleased you father.” Then Charles Collins crumbled to nothingness.  A picture floated out of his pocket in the wind, an old black and white picture of a beautiful woman holding a young boy: my grandfather and great-grandmother.

All of a sudden the pieces started to fall into perfect place. Some of Hades’ children were fighting the losing side of the war. Charles Collins was a son of Hades. But the Iris message didn’t shimmer out just yet.

There was Roberta Collins, my grandmother. She had married my grandfather, Marvel Collins. Roberta was young, maybe fifteen or sixteen. She walked straight up to a certain centaur and started to have a conversation with him. A daughter of Hermes. Daughters of Hermes were so rare, only one was known to be living today: Sarah Furthur.

Then the Iris message went on to my grandmother’s side of the family. Her mother, my great-grandmother, was a daughter of Hecate. That was why I could control magic so well.

Chiron swiped his hand through the mist. “Knowledge is a very powerful tool.” Then he trotted away. I wasn’t even a demigod. Or a legacy. I was three quarters god. No wonder I didn’t fit in anywhere. Not with mortals, not with average demigods, not even with minor gods! I was a freak. “So I was a mistake?” I asked anyone who was listening. “Not a mistake. A weapon.” A familiar voice said from the doorway.

Blade stood there with his arms across his chest.