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.}


27. Time to meet your brother!

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."


*                 *                 *


"Wait, like right now? I don't - I can't - Wait, he's in there?" Helena looked down at herself. She was in no fit state to go and meet anybody. Let alone her 'brother'. Mark's arm was still circled around her waist. He was looking at her too, slightly with concern but slightly with a different emotion, one Helena couldn't quite place but somehow knew she felt the same way. "Little bit." Percy told her. He was somewhat bemused by his younger half-sibling being nervous. Her aura glowed confidence. "Are you sure? I don't know if I'm suitably dressed for a discussion-" "There won't really be a discussion don't worry" Percy told her, looking at Annabeth in reminiscance.


Mark was still holding on to her as they waited outside the door. Helena stood watching the door. She'd been like this for almost ten minutes, but no one else wanted to move her. They all silently watched her, waiting for her move in order to do anything. She shuffled slightly in Mark's grip and accidentally slipped on his foot. She fell but Mark caught her quickly and pulled her close to his chest and the air in Helena's lungs suddenly seemed scarse. Their faces were inches apart but she saw Mark's gase ride up from her lips to her eyes briefly before he stopped, just above her head - almost as if he were making eye contact with someone stood behind her. In one swift movement, Mark pulled the two of them up and went to stand next to Annabeth, who was the other side of Percy. She looked at Percy and saw his eyes move towards Mark and the corners of his mouth ride up to a smirk that covered his face. He caught Helena's glare and the smirk fell, his eys lowered from hers as if he were a small boy who'd just been given 'the look' from his mother.


Helena silently wished her mother and Sally were both here.


*                 *                 *


"Okay. I'm ready". Helena stated after a tense thirty minutes. "You sure?" Mark and Percy both said together. Both recieved slaps from Annabeth. "Yes. Do it, open the doors." Percy did as he was told and yanked the door open. He was about to walk in, when Helena stated, "Don't. Wait. I'll go in first, talk to him a while and then I'll signal for the rest of you. "Helena..." Mark warned, although he recieved a stern glare from Helena. "Sounds great" Annabeth answered.


She padded into the room, it was an ampitheatre full of monsters, ones she knew from stories - others she thought were no more than myths. All the seats in the ampitheare were pointed at a singular stand. One throne. One man. One demigod.



Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...