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.}


28. Where the hell is our Golden Fleece?

"Helena." Antaeus said, in a low, husky tone.


"Uh... hey?" She replied, her voice catching in her throat. He stared at her for a few minutes, looking her up and down before stopping and staring pools into her eyes. He made a subtle hand gesture, one someone other than Helena wouldn't have acknowledged but she remembered the way Annabeth talked about him. Annabeth's tone stuck in Helena's brain, reminding her to keep lookout of him. Suddenly a man, almost three times Helena's height and weight stood in front of her. She could hear the bickering of Percy, Mark and Annabeth even with the enormous, wooden door closed. She bore a dead glare on her face before looking her 'brother' in the eye with a death stare that even Hades would applaud.


Antaeus motioned for a horn to be blown - commencing the fight between the demigod and the giant. They encircled each other for a few moments, Helena had her sword in hand and the giant held an almost identical one. "We may talk if you win. If you lose, well... I don't think you'll ever talk again." he gave the giant a wide-eyed smile; it seemed it would be an unfair fight.


The two watch each other for minutes before he made the first lunge, had Helena been focusing anywhere other than his chest, she wouldn't have seen it. She ducked under his arm, quickly and swiftly - so quick that the giant of a man didn't realise she had done it until he looked down and there was no bloody body. He turned, but as he did so, he failed to see Helena behind him until he was stabbed in his ankle by Helena. "You need to pay more attention, big guy" she spat in Greek. There was no reply, except a very aggravated growl. Helena knew it must have been because he hadn't seen Helena, not because of his ankle. Helena doubted he even felt the pain in his ankle - it seemed like he took to many steroids for him to even feel a thing. She noted than even though he may not have felt the pain in his ankle, his body had. He was slow. Twice as slow as Helena. She used this to her advantage and lunged again, this time making it to his stomach. Although, 'Mr Terminator'- as Helena had dubbed him - had seen her attempt and although it landed, Mr Terminator caught Helena's sword and threw it to the door. She knew the only way she would have the upper hand in this situation was if she disarmed him, too. So she did.

She jumped through his legs, to fast for him to even notice and tapped him on the shoulder. He lunged as he turned, and Helena easily dodged. But, given how significantly taller he was, he needed to kneel in order to lunge, which gave Helena the perfect opportunity to make it onto his back. His aggravation only grew at this action but Helena continued. She knew that if she dodged his free hand enough times, he would get annoyed and switch hands, and Helena had a plan for when he did.


He swiped four times above his head, in the hopes it would do something, or even to grab the young demigod. Every attempt he made had failed. So, he did what Helena was wanted and decided to switch hands. She saw a fountain in the corner of the room and looked back at the giant. His hands were big, so it would be easier and quicker for him to change. And he did. But Helena anticipated his actions just in time and slid down his free arm. He ran after her, his big strides swiftly catching up with her small ones. She turned in time to see his smirk, and the glint on his blade. But he didn't anticipate the glint in Helena's eyes. She was about to get the upper hand - and she knew it. She concentrated on the fountain in front of her, she could she the water rising like two strong, powerful hands. She commanded it to her, slowly as though not to alarm her attacker. The water fist caught the giant's hand and he dropped his sword. As Helena let go of the flow of water, it caught on to the sword and carried it away with it. It was now Helena's time to smirk.


He went to punch her and she did the same, punching him first in his stomach wound, making him bleed out and then kicking him in his ankle wound. Golden blood trickled like a waterfall out of his body and he became deathly pale. He was about to lose consciousness. Helena pushed him back and as his flesh collided with the floor, it vaporised into dust, leaving a trail up to Helena's feet.


She got up and turned to Antaeus, who ironically had a face like thunder. "Now can we talk?" She ventured.


"Fine." was his only reply. "What is it that you want to know?"


"Where the hell is our Golden Fleece?"   

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