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.}


32. So close yet so far

Helena shrugged off Percy's arm, careful to give him a smile of reassurance before running to the fleece. She didn't know what to do. She felt ecstatic. For the first time in her life, she'd actually felt a real accomplishment. "We actually did it. WE ACTUALLY DID IT!" her smile filled the room and spread to her all her friends. They all reciprocated the smile. They had done it.


"I'll take that, thank you." Could they seriously not get a break?

"You told us it was ours, given we found it." Annabeth stated.

"Are you not a daughter of Athena? I believe I did not say that. I told you where the fleece was. Not that you may have it." Kronos reminded the group. Helena's grip on the fleece grew tighter. She felt like a child with a safety blanket. Kronos gave her a look; he wasn't here to play.

"Give it to me. I'm in no mood to negotiate with any of you." he gestured for two of his men to move towards Helena. She made no attempt to move. Helena saw a window behind her. Maybe she could get out? The drop looked too far, she thought. She saw fire in Percy and Mark's eyes. Don't they warned.


"How foolish of you. Do you honestly believe you can escape from my grasp by fleeing out of a window? How naïve do you think me?" Kronos asked.

"I was hoping slightly more than I imagined." she retorted.

"I don't tolerate your humour girl." he told her. Helena was aware of Kronos' minions gradually getting closer to her. Maybe if she dropped, fell to the ground, the others could get out with the fleece. They didn't need her to get back to Camp. Helena's eyes locked with Annabeth's. They were practically screaming for her not to.

"GIVE IT TO ME" Kronos bellowed. Helena was awestruck for the first time. She'd never quite felt that much fear in all her life, but she damn sure wasn't going to let Kronos know that.

"No." she was standing firm, holding her ground.

"I beg your pardon?" he questioned.

"No." she repeated. She moved further towards the window, although as she did so she saw a crack form in the floor beneath her. The men were moving closer to her and if she made another step, the floor would collapse beneath her. She wasn't sure what to do. Subtly, she looked outside the window, she saw the sea under the window. It was pretty far away, but if she tried hard enough, maybe she could form steps or something out of the to get her down safely with the fleece.


She didn't get enough time to make that decision, Kronos had seen the crack too. He walked towards her, his weight as a full grown titan made it so that the floor shattered as soon as he put a slight pressure on it. Helena felt herself falling but she stopped briefly. Antaeus. Antaeus caught her seconds after her first fall. Her face was full of surprise, although her eyes were full of thanks. She didn't see the others, she made the assumption they had fled. She supposed it was for the best. Her attention went back to Antaeus, but the second she did so he grabbed the fleece from her quivering hand and dropped his grasp on her.


Suddenly she was falling and she didn't think she'd ever feel the ground again.

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