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.}


19. Well sorry for trying to save your life

Turns out he said that at an extremely convenient time.

Mark was suddenly knocked to the ground, a vicious dog over him. But Helena realised it wasn't any normal dog. It was a three-headed dog. Which meant that there might have been a labyrinth around somewhere. Helena slightly chuckled. Maybe it was her lucky day. She reached for her sword. She slowly pulled it out, in hope that it wouldn't make a noise so that the dog wouldn't jump for her. She tried to find a good time to attack the 'dog' but Mark and the dog couldn't seem to stay still. They rolled around for a few minutes whilst Helena contemplated just attacking the creatures and hoping for the best. Nothing. No way to get in. She'd ruled out just simply attacking the creature, there was a chance she could potentially kill Mark and although she wouldn't admit it, she honestly didn't want him to dying. Mark caught Helena's eye and realised her attempts weren't to kill him, but to kill the 'dog'. They nodded after he subtly told her what he'd do whilst also making sure the creature didn't rip his face off. He then threw the creature sideways, using his entire weight and might. All three heads looked flabbergasted before anger resurfaced on their faces. They leaped at Mark again. They never made it, but instead there was a sword through all three brains. Although Mark looked ever so grateful, he also felt hatred creep in. "I could've gotten out without your help. I would've been fine." he yelled at Helena. She was shocked. And slightly upset. "Well, I'm sorry if I didn't want you to die. And besides, you didn't look like you were really going to make it out alive. I know you could've handled it but... it was spur of the moment. You WANTED ME TO HELP YOU. YOU TOLD ME WHAT YOU WOULD DO. You would throw it and I would attack it." Helena retorted, tears piercing her eyes. "NO, I WANTED YOU TO HELP ME HOLD IT DOWN!" he yelled. "Gods, here I was thinking I'd saved your god-damned life. Here I was thinking your life matters to me." a teardrop rolled down her cheek. She wiped it away viciously. She wasn't sure whether she wads sad crying or angry-crying. Mark's face softened and he started "Helena, I'm sorry I didn't-" she cut him off "shut up. You just said all you needed to say. Just shut up, ok?"


She marched off and found herself in the woods nearby. "Well, well, well, what do we have here? A little girl lost in the woods?" A Cyclops stood in front of Helena. She wondered who they were talking to. She soon understood when a minotaur came out from behind her. "Looks delicious. I call half." the minotaur told the Cyclops. Helena thought about attacking them. That would cause more problems she thought. Her sword already had enough goo on it from the three headed dog. Helena decided to play dumb. Acting like the little girl would give her more leverage and more time to work out a plan. Helena changed her facial expression to one of a young, typically terrified, innocent young girl. She gripped her - now hidden at her left side - a little tighter.


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