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.}


31. The Fleece Police

"Not so fast, young one." Kronos told her. Helena continued to walk, pushing the hairy minotaur along with her.

"Helena Troy. The daughter of Alexandra Troy. The invisible child. Does your mother even know you left? I presume she doesn't care. She never wanted you, but your father couldn't exactly raise you. Do you know how many men, jobs, opportunities she's loft because she has you?" Kronos was taunting her. Deep down she knew that, but her brain was telling her what she thought was the truth. She felt hot tears run down her face, her rage was hard to control.

"Shut up." she whispered.

"Poor little child, crying in the corner whilst mother drew idea after idea. Never paying attention to yo-" he continued. He didn't quite finish his sentence.

"SHUT. UP." Helena shouted.

"You never wanted by anyone. Not one single person truly wants, or needs you" he started.

"You're only doing this to put me off. To stop me from going after the Fleece." she stated. Her collar was wet with tears. "It's not working." the last sentence sounded more like she was trying to convince herself more than she was trying to convince Kronos.

"Your intellect is far greater than I anticipated. But you cannot deny that all I said was not true." he told her.

"SHUT UP!" the fountain next to her exploded. She snapped out of her trance of rage. She took a step back. She glanced at the minotaur guarding the door and realised he was trying to stop the water flow. She reached behind her carefully and grabbed a hand. She felt a familiar figure stand next to her. Annabeth looked at her briefly and the two fled from the hall as quickly as their legs would take them. They made it to the end of the corridor before turning a sharp left. They saw Percy and Mark behind them but they were more concerned about the three dozen creatures following them. They quickly came to a crossroad. Left, right or forward? She looked at Annabeth, she figured that would be her best bet. Annabeth ran forward, dragging Helena along with her.


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"I think we lost them a while back" Percy yelled at the blonde. She stopped to a medium walking pace. Helena didn't. The raven haired girl kept running. From what? She didn't know anymore. Maybe she was running from her past, or the creatures or the entire situation. "Helena!" Percy yelled. She kept going; she knew she was slowing down but she continued nonetheless. She ran into an orange thing and her legs gave in. "Helena. Oh Gods. I didn't know." it was Percy. "Look, we can talk about it if you want. I didn't know. Why didn't you tell me?" he held her close to his chest. "Nothing to tell." she murmured.


They made it to a big marble room with door covering every wall. Helena hadn't spoken for the duration of the walk to the room from where she stopped running. "I guess we have choose a door?" she asked. Percy arm around her shoulders tightened. "Yeah, guess so." Annabeth said. "Which one?" Percy asked. His face was full of concern for his younger, sea-green-eyed half-sibling. "That one." Mark was pointing towards a door to the right of them. "This really isn't the time for hunches, Mark" Annabeth sounded harsh. She'd missed a lot of sleep the past few days. "No, I see a glowing. Deadalus' symbol." Annabeth's eyes widened. She slowly reached for the door knob. "Here goes nothing." she whispered. She opened the door, with one eye closed. There was nothing but another door. This time they could all see the glowing symbol.


Mark slowly opened the second door, careful not to let anything out. The door was opened completely when he made the decision that the coast was clear. They all saw the reason for the glowing.


The fleece.

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