This is a Fan Fiction series I've recently started. It's about two of my charries, I made them up from this book, with just a minor change. Dylan's father is Aeolus instead of Boreas. Please leave me comments below on what you think! Enjoy!
I-The First Set of Two
Have you ever been warned, and you ignore the warning? That's what reading this book will do to you, if you're a demigod like us.
I know for a fact that the most famous demigod of this time, Percy Jackson, has already warned you. Did you listen to him? No. You didn't.
So a word to the wise, don't go blaming me when you can't see strait because a monster knocked you upside the head. It's simple really. If you are a demigod, don't read farther. Mortals are safe. The mist protects you. Monsters don't care for you. The villains in this book don't even care that you live.
Have fun. Read on. Or not. Be brave.
My heart raced as my brother pulled me along. I stumbled over my own feet, and he was instantly there to catch me. I let his hands take me with him, and he was strong. "Thanks, Dylan. I owe you one."
My brother, Dylan, nodded sadly, which he had been doing a lot lately. He didn't talk, and my mom said it was because he couldn't figure out who his Dad was. Not that he believed he could.
Recently Dylan and I had been trying to figure out who our dads were. According to my mom, it was two different men. I always saw Dylan as my full blood brother, not my half blood one, but I saw what she meant. Our eyes were different colors, as well as our hair. Dylan's hair was white, yes white, and mine was black. His eyes were purple, yes purple, and mine were brown. The only thing we seemed to have in common was our skin tone. Deathly pale, as I saw it, and frozen white as Dylan saw it.
"Pick up your feet, Marisa!" Dylan groaned. He stopped helping me, but it was worth it. Dylan had talked. "I'm tired of carrying your weight. Do it yourself!" He dropped me and I squealed. The wind around us whipped our hair, but Dylan remained still. He seemed to be planted in the concrete.
"Dylan!" I exclaimed. "You're causing the wind!" I noticed his hands flying up and down, in rhythm with the ice cold air. "Please make it stop!"
As if Dylan had been in a trance, he shook his head. "I'm . . . What? Oh, sorry Marisa. Did you fall?"
Suddenly my heart stopped. Dylan hadn't know he's been controlling the weather; dropping me. "Um . . . Are you okay Dylan? You dropped me, and you started this huge wind storm!"
Dylan looked at me with a tired smile, as if a parent with a young child was watching the child sleep. "You have quite an imagination, don't you Marisa? Well, are we still going to the park?"
I froze. "Dylan," I began. "we were going to school." My mind was working at high speed. I couldn't remember exactly what had happened when we left the house. I couldn't remember the day at all, now that I thought about it.
Dylan shook his head in disbelief. "No, Marisa. Today's Saturday. And it's 4 o'clock. There's not school at this time of day."
We exchanged a long look, and Dylan helped me up. "You know, Marisa? I think this has to do with out dads. Come on, we have to go to the park. I have this feeling . . ."
As Dylan talked, I considered it. "Do you think our dads are important? Or maybe they're criminals! This could be an adventure! But, I have this feeling about school. I really need to go there. Yet, I don't want to go alone. You have to come with me."
For a split second, I worried that Dylan would drag me to the park, but finally he agreed to escort me to the middle school. I was happy to have him there. All these years Dylan had been my fatherly figure. He had always given me what I wanted, but he had never spoiled me. Dylan was all I needed since our mom worked long hours and we never saw her.
Our mom was Hailey Durbee. She worked for the Gray Grey Press Co. as their biggest, best editor. Sadly it required high demand, and Hailey never came home early. On our birthdays, she sent us cards instead of being there. On Christmas she brought us books she was editing, and told us to read them and give them back. Basically, do her job. She just wasn't ever there for us as a mom. Not that I'm saying we didn't love her, but she wasn't a good mom.
"Hey, who's that?" I said as we got closer to my our school. Dylan being in 8th grade, and me being in 8th grade, we both went to Youth Middle School. Though Dylan had been held back a year. The figure I saw looked like a giant. My eyes seemed to want me to believe it was one of the beefy football players, but I knew better. It was defiantly a boy, or a man, who had eaten to much, worked out, and hadn't lost any weight. His eyes, or eye as it seemed, were big and watery. He also smelled like death. I wasn't sure how I knew what death smelled like, but the guy reeked of it.
"Play?" the thing asked in a deep, angry voice. Whatever it was, it wasn't human.
Dylan looked at me with a weird gleam in his eyes. "I think we should play with it, don't you Marisa?"
I gave Dylan a look that said, 'Are you crazy?!?'and crossed my arms. "No! Playing with that thing can't be safe!" I didn't want him to know, but I was scared out of my mind.
My cocky brother did something I hadn't expected. He summoned the wind and shot it at the monster. I expected the monster to simply get blown around, but the ice hit his stomach and he went up in golden dust. "See, it's perfectly safe!" Dylan was laughing, but I was clinging to his arm.
"Dad?" I asked in a quiet voice.
"Dad," Dylan agreed. "Now, that's what we found at the school. Ready to go to the park?"
I thought for a moment. The feeling that I had been drawn to here was gone. But, the monster, who had had only one eye, had wanted to kill us. It wasn't like the cyclops actually wanted to play, and Dylan had killed it! Dylan had shown me his powers, and saved me.
"I don't want to go to the park," I told him. "I'm scared."
All Dylan told me before whisking me off was, "Well, I didn't want to go to our school."
I marched toward the park while Dylan rode the wind currents. "I have a good feeling about the park, Risa. I just- I can feel it."
"Like how I felt about the school . . ." I mumbled.
Luckily, Dylan didn't seem to hear me. He rode the current and looked ahead, while I stopped moving. I didn't want to run into another cyclopes. But, after some series thought, I decided there would be something good in the park. Dylan was known for having the luck, the looks, and the smarts after all.
When we arrived at the park, I was through being surprised.
A boy stood looking at us. He waved one of his crutches and brushed back his shaggy hair, revealing small little antlers. He was pretty cute, and his chest was bare. He had a six pack, but it seemed like he ate a lot. His skin was light, chocolaty brown, and his shaggy, black hair was pretty curly. Then I noticed he wasn't wearing any pants. I whipped my hand up to shield me eyes, but then I saw them.
"Dude, You have horse legs!" I remarked.
The boy rolled his eyes, as if he got that a lot. "They're goat legs, demigod," he told me.
Suddenly Dylan ran to him. "Lenny!" He called. "I haven't seem you in, like, three years!" Dylan ran to the goat boy and I recognized him from school. He had been in a grade above Dylan, but he now looked 11 years old. Which was impossible.
"Actually now I go by Linestrone. Like the soup, but with an L." Linestrone gulped, when he saw Dylan's white hair and purple eyes. "Have you been claimed yet?" he asked.
Dylan and I exchanged weird looks, but I was the one to talk. "Excuse me, Linestrone. But, what does claimed me? And why did you call us demigods? Those are the children of gods." I gave him an angry look, and then looked at his legs. "And what's up with your legs?"
Linestrone almost ignored me, but he caught Dylan's harsh expression. "Well, claimed means, your god parent has claimed you their child. I called you demigods, because that's what you are. And I'm a satyr. My legs are completely normal. So, stop looking at them!" Linestrone snapped.
Dylan seemed to be taking in all of the information. "I believe you. Otherwise, how could I control the wind. Look." The wind around us picked up and shot ice cold wind currents in every direction. One hit me in the chest and I shuddered. Another hit Linestrone in his right goat leg. He jumped and trotted in a circle before stopping and raising an eyebrow.
"Really, Dylan, son of Boreas?" Linestrone groaned. "I'm very mad at you. I hate the cold. That's why I'm coming to you in the Summer. Since your mom is dead now-"
Dylan and I both screamed. We had never heard our mom was dead, and we had thought it was Winter, because we were wearing heavy coats.
"Our mom isn't dead," I told Linestrone. "She's waiting for us at home."
"Yeah, Linestrone, you really can't say things like that. Hailey Durbee is still alive. We saw her this morning."
"Was it winter this morning?" Linestrone asked us, calm, but firm.
"Well . . ." I said, thinking. "Yes. It was winter. Then Dylan blew the wind without knowing it."
"It's Dylan's power!" Linestrone said angrily. Then he gave us a 'That's so obvious' look. "When Dylan blows the wind, he gets trapped in a time bubble. You just happened to be in it with him this time." Linestrone crossed his arms. "But magical boundaries can brake the bubble. I'm magical, so the bubble didn't exist this time."
I stared at Linestrone. "What did you say earlier about Dylan being son of Boreas? Isn't that the god of the North Wind?" Then it hit me. My dad was a god, and Dylan's dad was a different god. Dylan's dad was the god of North Wind.
Dylan's series expression turned into an excited look of pure joy. "So, I'm guessing you're here for a different reason than to drop by for a visit. What do you want Linestrone?"
Linestrone smiled at us and held out his hand, as if saying 'Come with me Marisa!' "We're going to Camp Half-Blood! Come on! It's the only safe place for demigods, you know!"
I waited for us to magically get whisked off to the camp, but he started to walk. "You mean we have to walk the entire way? Where is Camp Half-Blood?"
Linestrone shrugged. "Here in Long Island. It's not far. Hurry!"
When we arrived at the gates of Camp Half-Blood, I couldn't believe my eyes. There was a hill, with a shinning sign reading: Camp Half-Blood, and then Camp Half-Blood in Greek, which I could strangely read.
All my like I had been dyslexic, along with my brother. We both also had ADHD. Most of the kids made fun of us, and Dylan had even been held back one year, because of it. What surprised me was that I could read at all, but that I could read Greek? That was insane.
"Hey, welcome to camp! See ya' later. I need a good tin can . . ." Linestrone left us standing there, but I felt at home, and safe.
There was a huge main house, and then a strawberry patch off to the left. There were horse, and apparently Pegasus, stables to the far right, and then a river I could barely see. In the far distance I could see a line of houses, or maybe cabins. Just by the entrance, a girl about my age was tending to a fire.
"Welcome to Camp Half-Blood!" A girl said, running at us. "I'm Thalia Grace, Zeus Cabin Leader. I'm not normally at camp, but today my friends Percy and Annabeth told me to come down. You probably don't want to hear all of my story. So, you're here, but you're alone. Let me guess . . . Tin Can brought you here?"
I look Thalia over, then realize she smelled of death too. I wasn't sure what Cabin Leader meant, but I assumed it meant she was the kid of Zeus in charge of the other Zeus children. I was a little scared of her, and Dylan could sense that, but I made it clear that I wanted to talk. "Um, hi Thalia. I'm Marisa Durbee. This is my brother, Dylan. We have the same mom, but different dads. I don't know any Tin Can, but Linestrone was the satyr who brought us here."
Thalia smiled, which was just like my smile. "That's Tin Can. He doesn't take very good care of the demigods he summons. Is your mom mortal, or a goddess?"
Dylan and I looked at each other, knowing we were more related than just half siblings from some goddess. "She was mortal. According to Li- Tin Can, she's dead now." Dylan managed to speak before me, but he looked pained.
Thalia was grinning from ear to ear now. "I know your mom. Hailey? Yes, she passed away about a week ago. I remember her passing. It's what gave away that you two were demigods. Two very powerful forces grieved then, but your mom is in the Underworld now. My friend Nico can feel when people die," she explained when Dylan and I looked weirded out.
A question was eating up inside of me. "How do you know you're dad is Zeus?" I leaned in closer, but Thalia only shrugged.
"He claimed me when I first got to Camp Half-Blood. Actually just before." Thalia had tears in his eyes, and I guessed her claiming was a touchy subject. "Your dads will probably claim you soon, though, too."
"Tin Can called me Dylan, son of Boreas. How could he be so sure?" Dylan put up his pointer finger, saying hang on, and caused the wind to rip through the trees. Luckily Camp Half-Blood was magical, so we didn't travel through time.
Thalia gasped. At first I thought she was gasping at my brother bending the wind, but then I looked at Dylan. Above him a gleaming circle started slowly spinning. Inside of the circle was a blue wind current with a purple background. The rim of the circle was green and the inside of the wind current was white, despite the blue on its outside. In the lower right hand corner of the circle was a small crown.
Dylan looked horrified. "What's happening?" he shouted. "What is that doing there?"
By now a lot of the other campers were starting to stare and murmur. I noticed some looks of excitement, but others
seemed to have jealously tattooed across their face.
"Is that Boreas' symbol?" I asked Thalia.
Thalia shook her head. "Your brother has just been claimed by the god of the winds. Aeolus. Dylan's father is Aeolus."
Later that day Dylan was taken away from me on a tour, and I was stuck with Thalia. "You know, I bet your father
will claim you soon and you will be with your brothers and sisters. And you'll get some respect, because your brother is a cabin leader now. The cabin leader of Aeolus, since he's the only one." Thalia playfully punched my arm, and I laughed.
"I want to be in your cabin, Thalia," I said. I was lying, of course. I didn't want to be in the lord of the sky's cabin. I hated power and lightening.
The cabin I really wanted to be in was Hephaestus, god of fire, lord of blacksmiths! It all sounded great.
Thalia saw through my lie, too. "No you don't, I can tell. You want to be in Hephaestus or Poseidon or Apollo, or even Hermes. Even though most people want to be in Zeus with me. But it isn't all that great."
I sighed and nodded. I felt bad for Thalia. Like Dylan, she was the only camper in her cabin, and she spent her days alone. "I bet it's not all bad, you have the cabin to yourself," I told her.
"Sure, everyone assumes a daughter of Zeus is fine with being alone. Even Percy. But, the truth is, I want a million siblings. Ares is so packed, it's crowed! Athena can barely take anymore smarties, and don't even get me started on Hermes." Thalia crossed her arms and sighed. "But, let's get you into the Hermes cabin. So far you're unclaimed. But don't worry. It will probably happen tonight during dinner. Or during the camp fire. Or while the fireworks are going off."
As I walked by, a couple of rude campers whistled at me, and made fun of Thalia. They were big and beefy. "Who's your friend there, Grace?" "Why is she friends with you?""Aren't Zeus kids supposed to be all talk?" That's when Thalia lost it.
I grabbed her by her shoulders and she pulled away from me. She lunged at the biggest one, and I gasped. They tossed Thalia aside like he was nothing. The biggest one, Gunther, walked up to me.
"Hey, hottie. Where've you been all my life?" Gunther, son of Ares asked me. I wanted to hit him, but I held back.
"Back off, please," I asked him. I was shaking, and I wanted to help Thalia up.
Gunther and some of his gang smiled and stepped closer to me. "You sure is pretty," one said. "You seem way prettier than that Zeus girl over there."
I look at Thalia and sighed. "What do you guys want?"
The Ares boys talked for a minute, then seemed to reach an agreement. "We want you to brake his heart," they said, pointing to a boy that passed. "His name's Will. Dump him."
I raised an eyebrow. "But we aren't dating. Man, you guys are dumb." I turned to Will. "Will, even though we aren't dating, we're through." I turned back to the Ares kids. "Now leave!"
That night at dinner I sat at the Hermes table, while my brother sat alone, and Thalia sat alone, and the Poseidon kid sat alone. I felt bad, but I shrugged it off. It was better than the over crowed Hermes table.
The Hermes table had about seventeen kids with weaselly faces, and about five kids who looked nothing alike. I matched one kid to the tale with big hands, and lopsided expressions. They were tinkering with what looked like toys, and I thought it was funny. Another kid looked just like the snotty kids who fixed their hair every ten seconds, and checked their makeup every five seconds.
The kid sitting next to me didn't look like everyone. I leaned closer to him, and heard him whispering some sort of spell, it seemed. I tried to remember all of the gods, but before I got the chance, he was flashed a brilliant white smile and a rabbit hopped out of a magic hat, that hadn't been on his head before. He pulled a wand out of his new suit and waved it around in the air. A bouquet of flowers popped into one of the snotty girl's hands. He then whirled around in a circle and faced me. He spun his hand in a circle and suddenly I felt very sick. I coughed and threw up.
One of the kids from the surfer table ran over and helped me up. He lifted me into his arms and I blacked out. The last thing I heard was a group of the snotty girls screaming.
II- Getting Claimed During Fireworks
The boy, as I later found out, was a son of Apollo. His name was Sanders, and he worked in the infirmary. "That Hecate boy had no business making my job harder," he mumbled. "Magical sicknesses are almost impossible to cure."
"What!" I screamed. "Impossible?" My heart was pounding at an insane rate. I didn't want to be sick forever.
"No, no. It's impossible to cure with Ambrosia or Nectar." Sanders tried to comfort me but it made me feel worse.
"What's Ambrosia? And Nectar is butterfly food . . ." I started to explain things to Sanders, but I knew it would be no use. There was no reasoning with these people.
"Ambrosia and Nectar are used to fix the gods. It tastes great, but if you have to much, you explode. Literally." Sanders smiled. "But you're so pretty, I want to get you fixed right up. Come one, I know just what to do." Sanders offered me his hand, and I took it.
We walked and arrived in a large building with invisible walls. I tried to see through them, but I couldn't. The invisible walls weren't to special though, as I found out, because I could still tell it was a cabin.
"This is the Hecate cabin. Cabin fourteen," Sanders told me.
"Lucky number fourteen," I groaned.
Sanders laughed. "When you think of magic, don't you think of fourteen?" he said, playing with me.
"Not really . . ." I let my words roll off. I was stunned by the door magically opening, and then seeing the magician boy on the sofa, relaxed and watching a screen in the air.
Sanders strolled in and started yelling in what I thought was Ancient Greek. Whatever it was, I could understand it,but it wasn't English. Which made me wonder, what was wrong with my head?
The magician boy stood up. "Listen dude, I don't care how messed up this girl got! I embarrassed myself in front of the entire camp! How horrible do you think I feel?" The boy turned to me. "What's your name?" he asked me, his big eyes looking straight into mine.
"Her name's Marisa," Sanders answered for me. He stood his ground and focused his intense glare straight into the boy's eyes, who were still looking into mine. "And may I ask what your name is?"
The boy shifted his weight awkwardly. He sure as heck didn't want to answer that question. "I don't like me name."
Sanders didn't take that as an answer. "I said, what's your name? You know, I have a lot more authority here than you do. I have healing power! I am one of this camp's best healers! I am the junior Cabin Leader!"
The boy listened to Morgan, adding an eye roll to his look of insane boredom. "My name's Stacara. I have the ability to cause things to happen with my magic. I could cause a curse, reverse one, ignore one . . . And I'm the Cabin Leader of the Hecate cabin. You so outrank me."
Sanders got angry that time, cursing more words in Ancient Greek. It was getting annoying hearing things like gods, and Hades used as swear words.
"Listen, Sanders, Stacara, both of you stop. Me and Sanders will go and find someone else to cure me. Your buisness is no longer needed. Thanks for your time, and goodnight everybody!" I grabbed the hood of Sanders' sleeveless sweatshirt and pulled him out of the cabin. He didn't seem to want to come, but I managed to pull him away.
"Sanders, that was really nice of you," I started off. Sanders' eyes were glowing. "But I can stand up for myself. I'm not a flower, I'm a girl." I tossed my hair behind my shoulder to prove my point.
(More of chapter 2 coming soon!)
Subject: Revolutionary Demigod Series- Book One- The Dark God 
Thu Feb 03, 2011 2:16 pm
