The Stolen Diadem: A Percy Jackson Fanfiction

CHAPTER 4 LEO

There was drool on my blueprints when I woke up.

I rubbed my face groggily, attempting to register where I was and what I was doing. Well obviously I had been sleeping, so the part of what I was doing was kind of easy to figure out. I found that my eyes and cheeks were wet so I wiped my face with my arms. Geez, I thought. I haven't had that dream in a while. The dream of my mother dying in a workshop of fire. But there was something off about it. The part where she didn't die was new to me. There was a girl there with her who saved her. The strange part was that I recognized the girl.

I shook my head. "No. No no no no. It couldn't have been her. ...Could it?" I mumbled to myself. Opening my left palm, there was a crumpled picture that I had been holding. Smoothing it out on the edges of the desk, I glanced at it. My mom stood in front of our old house, her arms around my shoulders. My arms held a small girl with midnight black hair and a pretty, smiling face. She held me back.

"No..." I murmured. "It just, it just couldn't have been you..." I traced the girl's face with a finger until the door of Bunker 9 opened with a bang. I hastily hid the picture in the front pocket of my pants and pretended to work on something.

"...And so I said that they were being RIDICULOUS." A man's voiced boomed throughout the workspace.

"Of course they were, breaking your system." A girl's voice followed his, not quite as loud but not girly either.

What system? I thought but continued to feign working.

"We should get them back somehow."

"How exactly?"

"I don't know! I'll think of something, then we strike." I could basically hear the girl's eyes roll.

"Hey Leo!" I turned my head to spot a tall buff guy striding to me. He clapped his large hand on my shoulder. The force almost threw me out of my seat.

"Hey Ashten." I spoke, rolling my shoulder. He laughed.

"Come on now, you don't seem like Leo." He exclaimed while flicking my face. "Cheer up! It's a wonderful day for creating things to harm others!"

"Cheer up?" I asked. "I don't need to cheer up. I'm the cheeriest person in here." The girl, Eriee, rolled her eyes at her boyfriend.

"What he meant to say is that he hopes you don't mind if I hang around for a bit. I don't want him going off to start a fight with the Hermes kids." She added. Ashten turned on her.

"Start a fight? I'm not going to start a fight!"

"Yeah sure, I know hun." All this bickering was giving me a headache.