The Dark in The Daughter of Apollo¹ | l. valdez

I Have A Quick Meet And Greet With Lady Sandpaper

Ok you all know I don't own Percy Jackson or anything else, I just own Sol. Now, what are you doing reading this A/N thing. Just read the story

(Sol's POV)

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I don't usually have dreams. So, you can imagine my surprise when I started dreaming. It was dark at first, I couldn't see anything. But suddenly, it was as if someone threw me into another scene for a play that I wasn't aware I was in.

It looked as if I was in a cave. It was a little bit lighter in here, just bright enough that I could see a good few feet in front of me. When I turned to the light source, I saw the exit of the cave the aloud me to see the tops of the trees and the land surrounding it. My stomach dropped a little when I realized that the cave was in a mountain.

"Beautiful, isn't it?"

I jumped a good six feet in the air as the female voice filled the cavern we were in. It felt as if she had put her mouth against my ear, and had whispered it in a voice that was creepier than Gollum from The Lord of the Rings. Yeah, it was that bad

I turned to look for the person who talked to me and when I saw her---my jaw hit the floor. Her skin was gray!! Not like a cloudy day, but like a freakin' rock!! Some places were even lighter than the others.

This chick could really use some moisturizer on that dry skin....

She smiled at me, surprising me with her bright white teeth, but the did compliment her beautiful forest green eyes, "This is all I have been able to see since I slipped out of The Doors of Death."

I vaguely remembered the term, from when my mom would read me Greek Mythology. The Doors of Death were the doors that let monsters out of Tartarus, but sometimes an evil spirit would pass through...

I felt my jaw drop open again, though I wasn't even aware that I had closed it, "You...you died?!" She seemed to flinch, as though I had just slapped her upside the head (I don't know why she would think that, I mean, I haven't done that in three days; that was honestly a record for me).

"Usually that's a topic that I tend to avoid, but since you put it so..nicely", she added a little more stress to the word nicely, "I guess we could talk about it."

Usually, I would know exactly what to do in these types of situations, but when talking to a woman who had skin rougher than sandpaper, I was clueless.

She sighed, "Well, it began around the time Gaea had a hold over The Doors of Death, I was one of the last ones to get through before those little brats, Annabeth Chase and Percy Jackson, got through and release the doors from Gaea's hold."

Her scowl grew as she mentioned the two names. But slowly, her body relaxed and her smile returned, "But that doesn't matter anyway. I will get my revenge." I hesitantly raised my hand, as if the wrong move would get my hand blown off (I had every right to be nervous of that happening) "Um, why do want revenge? If anything, I think this Gaea person would want revenge."

Her head snapped towards me, anger evident in her eyes, "What do you think she was going to do with The Doors of Death"?!?! I immediately began to try and back peddle, "I mean, they messed with her plans, wouldn't she want to get her revenge on them?"

Her angry look quickly became an annoyed one, "What do you think I'm doing?" Her eyes became distant as she looked towards the exit, in a few hours, it had a beautiful view of the sunset.

She scowled at the sunlight, as if it had taken ten dollars from her, but refused to pay it back, "They ruined the perfect chance for me to get my revenge on them for taking my babies." Oh god, please don't tell me this is going to end up like some shit from The Giver.

She looked back at me, "Oh my, I forgot that you don't know my name yet." I was about to respond, but then I thought it over. She's right. I don't even know her name yet. "So, what do you want me to call you?"

She didn't respond, as if she was considering whether to give me her name yet. Finally, she shook her head, "Just know, that I'm a friend of your dad's."

I shook my head, my answer coming out of my mouth as if my vocal cords were forced to spit the words out, "I don't have a dad as far as I'm concerned. A dad stays and supports the family and doesn't abandon them. He left the day the day she was born. A father wouldn't do that, so to me, he isn't my father."

She looked at me and sighed, "Why do you think you were told to go to Camp Half-Blood?"

My body went stiff. I had never told anyone about that. Ever. I hadn't even told Scat cat the whole story. I shook my head, "It doesn't matter now, what matters is that I'm here and the rest is history."

She looked at me sadly and when she spoke, her voice grew fainter, "Almost everything happens for a reason Sol, just keep that in mind."

With that, she got up and walked deeper into the caves. It only occurred to me then that she new my name, even though I had never told her. What was even worse: I didn't know how she knew me.

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