Child of The Sea

Helena Troy is a 16 year old girl who has known she was a Half-Blood since the age of nine. Unfortunately, her mother hadn't informed her of her godly father. During her time at Camp Half-Blood she discovers that she must go on a quest to save the gods. Will she save the Gods and the world? Or will the fate of the world tople to its knees in the hands of Helena?

{Please don't judge the book on the first few chapters... I was 13.}


26. Antaeus

"It's not good - but I have a feeling it's your brother." "What?" "Not Percy - Gods no." Annabeth said. "WAIT. Tyson?!" Helena half-yelled. "No. Not Tyson..." Helena looked at Annabeth.


"Have you ever heard of Antaeus?"


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"Should I have heard of him?"

"Well technically he's your brother"

"But why does that mean I should have heard of him?" Helena whined. Annabeth sighed. "Because Percy and Antaeus had a duel last time we were in here. Apparently he never told you." "Ya think?" Annabeth scowled.


They came to the end of the corridor. The tunnel opened up to a clearing, filled with walls of marble. There were muffled sounds coming from nearby and Helena and Annabeth realised that there was another tunnel interconnecting to theirs. Helena made a strangled sound as she fell over a large stone. The muffled sounds quickly halted. Whomever, whatever was on the other side knew they were there. Annabeth's head snapped back to look at Helena and the storm-grey eyes bore into her soul. Helena shivered slightly and gave Annabeth an apologetic smile. One which Annabeth refused. They could hear faint movement from the other side. Well, Annabeth could - Helena just kind of followed her. They approached the clearing with a swift plan. They would walk out, carefully and quietly and attack.


They slowly walked out, weapons to their sides. Helena only saw a flash of a face, but moved to flip the body on its back until she was lying with her legs either side of their pelvis with one hand holding an arm darn and the other holding a sword to their throat. "Jees, Helena! Gods that hurt" Helena blinked a few times so she was out of the daze - that voice. It was all too familiar. Oh Gods. She looked down and her fears were proved correct. Mark. She lowered her sword from his throat. She looked in his eyes for a few seconds and broke the tension between the two when she bent down and hugged him. "I'm so sorry." He looked taken aback. He pulled back from her tight grip on his back. "Hey, it's ok. I almost did the same thing." All feeling ran back to her body and she suddenly felt the entire pain she had been attacked with earlier. She winced as Percy helped her up. She forgot about her pain for a second and gave Percy a bone-crushing hug. One that inevitably took the energy from her already-weak body. She almost fell backwards but Mark caught her. "Woah. You okay?" He asked, moving his hand from her back to her waist as she adjusted her weight to lean on him. She felt her stomach flutter as his large hand made its way to her slim waist. She tried to not show any emotion and hoped it was just because of the pain.


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They made it to a set of big, oak doors. Helena was still pressed against Mark, although the ambrosia and nectar she was given brought her energy back and got rid of her pain and injury. Percy kept giving the two odd looks, but the pair took no interest in Percy or Annabeth for almost the entire walk.


"Annabeth..." Percy and his girlfriend looked at each other with worry. They'd been here the last time. "Percy?" Mark asked in alarm. " 'There something you want to tell us?" He asked Percy. Percy just looked on at the doors. "Helena, did Annabeth tell you anything about Antaeus?" "Yeah. A little why?" "It's time you met our brother."






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