REWRITE OF 'Daughter of Hades (a Avengers/ Percy Jackson Crossover)' similar idea, names and such but will be written better and have a better flow to it unlike Daughter of Hades which was choppy and rushed.
Is based on the books. (Which I finally...
Chapter 3: Awake, The Beginning of Her Story ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
The little girl wheezed tiredly where she laid. Darkness was all around her. She couldn't see a thing. But she could feel. She felt boiling hot and shivering cold figures brush past her. A ghastly whisper echoed. The land she laid on trembled and quivered. It flashed from hot to icy.
The air was toxic to breathe. Choking her but she couldn't gasp or cough it out. The air was also dense. She could feel it tremble and tickle her skin.
And there for a hundred and three years, the young girl laid asleep, and frozen within the darkened shadow tendrils that enfold her. Shielding her from the sight of all, the humans, the monsters, the Gods, the demigods, even the very Earth and Sky couldn't see the young one, couldn't hear her breath or tenderly soft heart beat.
But finally, she woke up. Signaling the time of change and chaos that will riddle the world, aiming to cripple it. And either she can help protect, or she can help destroy.
For there are more than simply two all great and old prophecy that burden the minds of the Immortals and seer of Apollo. And this prophecy holds her, Raven Quinnley...
Startled awake, Raven's body seized with shock, the dry blood already scratched away, now a rough red-ish brown blotch on her side and calf, just peeking through her mud and moss caked dress. Sleepily, vision fuzzy, and hearing muffled Raven peered around her, the bones and decay of the man was gone the moment she opened her eyes.
The shadow tendrils that protected her from all's sight devoured the last remains of the presence of the man and disintegrated back into her, mingling once more into her body, awaiting to be used. Not that the poor nine year old knew this.
It was like she was waking up from a long dream, her mind fuzzy, eyesight blurred with sleep, and hearing muffled and clogged, none of it needed or used for such a while. Such a long long while. Raven thought back to 'last night', she was in the same dirt paved alleyway, and she had no wound...the man wasn't there, nor showed any sign of being...was it all a...a dream?
Stumbling to her knees, Raven suddenly felt queasy, her muscles twitched and spasm, her mind was whirling around. What were these smells and noises? Trying hard to stand, Raven stumbled forward and out of the alley.
Bewildered at the sights before her. Why weren't girls and women in dresses? And the ones who have...how could they stroll in such short ones? And the...what were the small pants? Those odd shirts...the designs? The small metal things that seemed to captivate everyone's attention..? The large and medium and small metal things that rolled and sped...What..what was this?
