“Are you sure that this is the place?” a boyish voice whispered loudly.
“Yeah, it looks exactly like it did in my dream,” another boy answered. The voices were coming from outside, I had no idea who they were.
I willed a vine to come down from the ceiling and then pull me up. I made a hole in the wall just big enough so I could stick my head through it. I looked outside and saw two teens standing at my door. One had black hair that was messy. He was wearing Finding Nemo pjs. The other boy that looked like he was sixteen had light blonde hair and was a little pale. I couldn’t see them very well from above them.
“There was a door right here,” the blonde said as he started to touch my door.
“Go away!” I roared. I quickly stuck my head inside before they could see me.
“Do you just hear that?”
“Yeah, who was that?”
“Come on out! We just want to talk!”
“No!” I yelled. “Leave now!”
Water started coming into my house, flooding it. It came rushing through the windows, already up to my ankles.
“Go away!” I cried. My voice cracked, revealing my real pain.
The blonde somehow figured out how to open the door and saw me. I was tired, scared, injured, and heartbroken. I rushed into the darkness of a corner as he came in. “Stop it Percy! It is only a girl!”
“A girl that wants you to leave!” I roared, trying to scare him away. He smiled and looked at me with stormy grey eyes. “Those charms don’t work on me so don’t even try them little boy.”
Percy came in and stared at me with his sea green eyes. “Why are you in here?” he asked.
“Why didn’t you leave after I told you to about four times?” I snapped, trying to stay strong.
“Because when someone tells someone else to go away, that usually means that they are hurt,” the blonde looked at me knowingly.
“Or maybe they don’t want to be hurt anymore by denial,” I growled.
“Why would anyone deny you?” the blonde asked.
“Because I was made to be a monster. I was made to destroy and take, not to love and defend,” I quoted. “I am tired of denial.”
“Isn’t that a little harsh to say about yourself?” Percy asked.
“Not if it is true. So I am not being harsh,” I looked at the blonde. “Who are you?”
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Silenced (Demigod Story)
FanfictionBeing a demigod is hard enough with all of the monsters that attack, but Floret has to go through it all without being able to talk. Her life is hard enough but then she must also deal with who her mother really is... (To read from Cali's pov, read...
