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.}


24. Death comes far too close for comfort

The symbol was faint, but it was there. Annabeth's calculations were right. It was here. Exactly where she had said. Helena reminded herself to give Percy ten bucks. This was it. The labyrinth. Percy's hand laced with Annabeth and the two of them looked tense. Helena didn't exactly know what had happened the last time, but a quick call to Juniper through Iris message pretty much told her that the labyrinth should be gone. Percy, Annabeth, Grover and Tyson should've died during the quest. In Helena's experience, that didn't sound good. If the labyrinth should've collapsed the last time they saw it, that meant that this time, the quest would be twice as hard - same, dangerous obstacles; plenty of rubble; collapsing, small spaces - sounded great. You have a quest to retrieve the fleece Helena resend with herself. She had to do this. The symbol was only the first step - there was plenty more in store for the young demigod, but for now she was fine with just the first step. At least that way, not all the fear threw itself at her at one go - she had time to adjust. And at that exact moment, Helena desperately hoped that that was what she would do.


"Annabeth?" Mark asked carefully. He too knew that the labyrinth was just one of many delicate occasions in her life. "We go in." she replied. It was the type of sentence you would usually expect Annabeth to say with vigour - it was an architectural masterpiece - although, given her past experience with the place, the sentence came out more as a whimper than anything else. Percy's grip tightened on Annabeth's hand and he glanced at her. She looked on. She reached up. Her hand was shaking and she paused before touching the symbol. Helena looked at her. In that moment, Annabeth looked so fragile. Helena held onto her hand. Annabeth looked at her as she lowered her hand to her side. "Ready?" Helena asked. Annabeth nodded, almost as if she didn't trust her voice. Helena raised her hand to the symbol. Now or never she thought. She pushed and nothing happened at first, but then a small glow appeared and a shape was formed in the wall - a door. The door that would change her world.


The glow faded after a while. The only source of light was their torches. The labyrinth looked like it should have collapsed. Helena feared it still would. They walked for what seemed like hours, although in the mortal world, it seemed only a few minutes had passed. The group made it to an intersection; two paths, both looked identical. There was no time for discussion as a noise of something was approaching. There was no way of guessing what it was until it appeared - a group of five Cyclops', a minotaur and three empousai. They were cornered and there was no choice but to go through one of the intersections. Helena ran, as fast as she could and she heard someone behind her which she hoped was Annabeth, Percy and Mark. Although, when she turned, weapon in hand she recognised the face looking at her, even through the dim cave light. It was Annabeth. Helena breathed a sigh of relief. Just Annabeth thank Gods. Just Annabeth. What about Percy and Mark? "Annabeth... where are the boys?" Annabeth's storm-filled eyes grew. Helena turned, in utter disbelief. She shon her torch in front of her, in case they had run past her and were in front of her. No such luck. "Annabeth, do you see them?" Helena asked. She received no reply. "Annabeth?" "Helena, I don't think the boys are the most important thing at this precise second". Helena turned, only to be faced by a herd of empousai and two Cyclops'. "Yep. I hate how you're always right".


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The two of them went back to back, ready to fight the huddle around them. "You got a plan? Please, tell me you have a plan" Helena was panicking. "Annabeth, please tell me that you have a plan." She got no reply, which only led Helena to panic even more. "ANNABETH?!" "HELENA! SHUT UP I'M THINKING!" You could've told me that earlier Helena thought. Annabeth opened her mouth, ready to start telling her the plan when an empousai attacked her. In that split second, death felt a little too close for comfort to Helena. 





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