Deity Descendants and the Cyclops Attack

Chapter 1

Hi guys LT here just to say WE DON'T OWN PERCY JACKSON OUR LORD AND SAVIOR RICK RIORDAN DOES. Anyway enjoy the fic! LT outtt...

Written by Snowy and  Library Turtle (Mostly Snowy)

Menacing clouds rolled in, casting a shadow over the whole city. Before anyone could even comment on the sudden shift, rain thundered down, drenching the young Accalia. Shocked and, more significantly, drenched, she splashed through the widening puddles and hopped into Bluebird's Coffee Shop. The bell jingled above her head, accompanied by her relieved sigh as she stepped onto the icy tiled floor of the squashy coffee shop.

The cosy room that now surrounded Accalia was stuffed full of people and furniture. A rainbow of cosy sofas were squeezed into the tiniest of nooks and crannies in the awkwardly shaped room. The wild array of tables was substantial but in this hour, and this weather, all but one table was packed.

On said table, sat a young girl, her fluffy bob falling over her face as her nose was buried in something on her lap. Dressed in a large mustard bucket hat and a modest floral dress that dropped down past her ankles, she stood out like a sore thumb on her seat, of which took on the brightest, almost blinding, shade of cyan. Accalia awkwardly settled down her drenched school bag beside her, passing a slight smile her way. To my shock, she slammed the book-ish thing that was occupying her with a gasp of excitement. After becoming aware of herself, she shrunk back, and murmured a greeting quietly.

"Hello."

Sending yet another small smile to the girl, Accalia returned the greeting with one of her own,

"Hiya."

As the small girl delicately picked up her book-like thing and continued to read. Well, a more accurate definition would be that she pretended to continue reading, as she immediately looked up again and whispered,

"Is your name- I mean, what is your name?"

This seemed strange, but she put it down to nerves - the girl seemed almost amusingly shy. Looking into her misty blue eyes Accalia responded;

"Accalia Olivers. Yours?"

The girl seemed to almost jump with shock. Is my name that weird? She looks like I just told her that cows lay eggs. She closed her gaping mouth with a snap and spluttered,

"Oh! I'm, um, Chi, Chi.... Flores?"

She said questioningly, which confused Accalia. How is she unsure of her name? Maybe this 'Chi' is foreign and had to change a difficult-to-pronounce-for-English-speakers-name. She speaks incredibly well then.

Silence.

"You... You have a lovely name. Does it, by any chance, have any influence?" Chi hardly disturbed the quiet with her volume, but it still was a surprise to see such an introverted figure attempt to revive conversation.

Keeping a track of the time and the weather, Accalia explained how her father had named me after the 'foster mother' of the founders of Rome. Apparently it had been a Greek Myth.

A smile crept upon Chi's face.

Then she was gone, the ring of the bell long and distant.