Me: A chapter!
Jayden: Well duh.
Me: Shutdup.
Dylan: She can't, you got her, and she comes with those faults.
Jayden: Yea- Hey, wait a minute…
Me: Okay, now let me just let you guys know a few things:
~ The main characters are Jayden Ryan Williams and Dylan Jordan Williams, but they do not use their last names. They are twins.
~ The OCs might be changed a bit. Not by too much.
~ I do not own PJO.
~ The story starts sometime around TLO. The "{Six Years Ago}" part is six years before TLO. Kay? Kay.
Jayden: Don't forget your request.
Dylan: What request?
Jayden: You know the request from the person…
Me: Ohhh.
Dylan: What request!
Me: That request.
Dylan: WHAT REQUEST?
Jayden: Sheesh, calm your buttons.
Dylan: Buttons?
Me: I have a friend that actually says that.
Jayden: The request.
Me: Oh yeah, the request. I had a request from goddess of lakes about couples. Well, I'm still not sure so I might not be able to put them up. I'll probably get it by next chapter though so next chapter will be the story and couples.
Dylan: You know, you passed the deadline.
Me: I did? Oh crap, I did.
Dylan: I'm pretty sure it's been about 13 days. Almost two weeks.
Me: Crap, crap, crap. It's not my fault! My math teacher always gives homework!
Dylan: Oh wait, you said two weeks as a deadline too. You have to update today or tomorrow.
Me: Phew! Now, on with the chapter!
Jayden: Drumroll please! *crickets start chirping* Oh just start the story, flashback, thing.
{Six Years Ago}
Lies. That's what my life's made of, lies. All the, "I'm sorry." 's and "I will never hurt you again." 's. All LIES!
This time, he hurt her. I always take the shots; take the pain, for her. But this time, he didn't miss his shot, he hurt her. That's when I snapped.
I grabbed her and ran. Ran from the man I was forced to call my father. Ran from the house I was supposed to call my home, the one with so many bad memories. I ran from my so called, "happy" life.
I ran with Dylan, my sister, at my side, the streets so quiet, I could hear my sister panting, trying to keep up. I slowed to a stop and so did she. My twin sister looks exactly like me, same light brown hair, green eyes, the only difference is that I have silver and black streaks in my hair and she has silver and dark purple streaks.
I turned to scan my surroundings and saw an abandoned warehouse. I felt an invisible tug towards it. I knew my sister felt one too. I shoved open the door with my shoulder and my sister followed me in. Each step I took echoed off the walls.
The walls, floors, and boxes were coated in a layer of dust. Chains, long and short, hung from the ceiling. I felt a sudden attachment to this place. I turned to see my sister opening up one of the gigantic boxes. All I saw was blue stuff. When I walked closer I realized they were gymnastic mats. They were about five inches thick. They felt soft and cushiony, like I could fall twenty feet onto it and I wouldn't a single bone.
When we unpacked the other boxes, I saw they had more gymnastics mats, non- perishable food, and gallons of gallons of water. When we explored the warehouse, I saw two dozen bedrooms (at least I thought they were bedrooms, since they had beds), a large kitchen, a large living room with half a dozen couches, and a dining room three school buses long and five school buses wide with a large dusty table in the middle surrounded with chairs.
"I think this is a run-away warehouse." Said Dylan, breaking the silence.
"Huh?" I said spinning around to face her.
"You know, a place, where adults work to find kids that run away from home?"
"Oh, that makes sense."
"I wonder why it's abandoned."
"Maybe there weren't a lot of run-aways in the area.
"Could be. Let's go see what's in the rest of those boxes. I'm starving."
I laughed. One of my sisters's many life mottos were, "If it's edible, eat it." It was amazing how we could be abused one minute, then, less than an hour later, we're laughing. That's pretty good considering we're only six years old.
Did I mention we were abused? Well, before we got to today's abusing part, we were at the doctor's office, because our school was wondering why we were so fidgety and couldn't read a single letter. Turns out, we have ADHD and dyslexia. When we go home, our dad hit us (again) and I always blocked my sister's shots, even though it just causes me more pain.
I only did it so that if I became crippling because of it, she wouldn't have to deal with it. She was the only reason I didn't commit suicide. That's right, a six year old girl, knows what it was and was going to commit suicide. Now that we were away from him, we were happy. I walked into the room filled with boxes and found an envelope. My sister walked up behind me and asked, "What's that?"
"An envelope."
"I know that, what's in the envelope?"
"I don't know. Does it look like I opened it?"
"So open it."
"But we're dyslexic, we can't read."
"Just open it."
"Yes Dictator Dylan."
"Shut up Sergeant Sarcasm."
"Sheesh."
"OPEN THE DAMN ENVELOPE!"
"Fine, fine."
I opened it and, surprisingly, I knew what it said:
My daughters,
If you're reading this right now, it means you found your new home. I have given you everything you need for the next six months. After that, you're on your own. I know you are just six-year olds, but you can do a lot more than any other mortal man can. You are special. You are daughters of Gaea. You can control what I can, but to a limit. In one of the offices, you will find three dozen file cabinets, filled with history you need to know about Camp Half-Blood and the other children of the Titans. Everything you will need is in that office. I want you to train the children and the other children of the Titans. Everything you will need is in that office. I want you to train the children you find, the demititans. You will face many things that will be able to kill you so be safe. Also, this building you're in, it is hidden. It cannot be seen by a mortal or monster. You are safe here. Train hard. Learn and use your powers. Hopefully, in the end, you will learn your side. Our side. I hope you will find out that my side is the right side.
Your mother,
Gaea.
I crumpled up the letter and threw it across the room, "Bitch." I muttered.
"If her side is the right side, I'd die." Said Dylan.
"Of all the goddesses we could have had as a mother, it had to be that one. She's evil! I might not know a lot of big words, but Greek mythology is the one thing I am sure about."
"We're six years old. How are we supposed to do all that?"
"I don't know but she was right about one thing, this is our new home."
"What?"
"You heard her, no one can find us here, and no one can take us away. We won't be hunted here."
"Whatever."
"Wait, what's Camp Half-Blood?"
"What?"
"The thing in the letter, some camp."
"I don't know. Maybe it would say something in the file cabinet she was talking about. She said we had to find people."
"I don't mind doing that, I mind being evil."
"Just look for the office."
"I'm older; I should be giving you orders."
"Only by a few minutes."
"That still counts."
"Whatever."
"Go look for the office."
"This place is weird."
"Go look for the office."
"It smells like pickles."
"Go look for the office."
"I have to pee."
"Go look for the bathroom."
"Fine." And she walked out of the room.
I walked out of the office behind her and started to walk back toward the entrance. I passed a room with a wooden door, unlike the other ones with steel doors. I shoved it open and found 5 piles of laptops piled in the corner, at least 30 file cabinets and a dartboard. Then I heard a flush. I stick my head out the door and yelled, "DYLAN GET OVER HERE I FOUND THE OFFICE!"
"OKAY BE QUIET!" and then footsteps.
As soon as she walked in she said, "Ooooh, laptops!"
"Yep."
"Do you think they're ours?"
"Well I don't see anyone else claiming it's theirs."
"Yay!"
"Don't forget the file cabinets." I reminded her.
"Oh yeah."
"Exactly."
When I walked over to the cabinets, I saw they were labeled. Some had labels that said, "Camp Half-Blood." And some had "Demititans." On them. I opened the one that said "Demititans" and pulled out a sheet of paper sticking out.
Once I read the words I widened my eyes and yelled, "DYLAN, DYLAN, DYLAN, DYLAN, DYLAN, DYLAN, DYLAN, DYLAN, DYLAN, DYLAN, DYLAN, DYLAN, DYLAN, DYLAN, DYLAN, DYLAN, DYLAN-"
"SHUT UP!"
I shoved the paper under her nose and said, "Look! It's Kaitlin!"
She scanned the paper and yelled, "Oh my freaking gods!"
You see, besides the abused part, we had one friend. Kaitlin Lee. She was Korean, American, and, apparently, Greek. She was our best and only friend when we met at the park once.
"She's a demititan?" said Dylan.
"Noooooo… She's a turkey."
"That did explain why she always hated Thanksgiving."
"Idiot."
"That's not nice."
"Who ever said I was nice?"
"Er… no one."
"Exactly."
Silence.
"Why don't we get Kaitlin now? I'm bored." Said Dylan.
"Suuuure, let's go to those monsters and let them eat us!" Insert fake gasp. "Don't forget the barbeque sauce!"
Dylan slapped the file cabinet. "Why does everything have to be so hard?"
I patted her on the shoulder. "If it wasn't hard, it would be life."
Dylan slapped the cabinet again. Then again. Again. Again. I sighed and opened the file cabinet.
"Wow." I muttered. "They're about 20 people here." Dylan snatched the papers from my hand.
"Daughter of Leto, daughter of Coeus, son of Coeus, daughter of Kronos, wow."
I saw a box in the file cabinet's corner and pulled it out. "Ew, it's all sticky." I said.
"Open it." Said Dylan.
"Yes, I can really open it when my fingers are stuck to it."
"Use your other fingers."
"I knew that."
"Sure you did."
I pried open the box and a sudden bright light filled the room. I heard the clinking of metal and the sound of metal being clipped together. When the bright light stopped, the box was empty and Dylan had a new bracelet.
Dylan opened her mouth "What the h-"
"Language." I told her.
"hamburgers." She finished with a blank look on her face.
"What is that?"
"A charm bracelet."
"No shit Sherlock."
"Oh, so you can curse but I can't?"
"Exactly."
"Hypocrite."
"I don't feel the least offended by that."
"…"
"…"
Dylan started pulling on the charm bracelet and said, "IT WON'T COME OFF!"
I snorted. "Of course it won't. Mother" I oh-so viciously spat that word "must have cursed it."
"What does it say on the box?"
"What box?"
"The box the thing came in."
"Oh." I picked it up and noticed the instructions. "Man, maybe mom does have a brain. She knows we don't know everything."
"If mom had a brain, she would make this thing removable." Dylan said, still tugging at the bracelet.
"… good point."
CLANG!
"What was that?" I said.
"What was what?"
CLANG!
"That!"
"What was that?'
"How am I supposed to know? I'm asking you that?"
"Let's go see what it is."
"May-"
CLANG!
"be it's a monster."
"So grab a sharp pointy object. I'm gonna trust you won't stab me with it by mistake." Dylan said pointing to the unnaturally sharp screwdriver in the corner.
We crept to the hallway. It was empty.
CLANG!
"It's coming from down there." I said, pointing to the direction of the entrance. We tiptoed to the entrance and saw a person. Whoa, back up, not a person. People don't have hooves and furry legs.
"Hello?" I squeaked out. Hey! Don't blame me, if you saw a random goat thing in your ware- er, living room, wouldn't you freak out?
The goat man jumped and spun around. He had a goatee (haha, goat, goatee). "Wh-who are yo-you?" He said, trembling.
"I'm Jayden, this is Dylan." Dylan slapped my head.
"You just tell a random goat man our names? Are you stupid?"
"Yes I am thank you for noticing." I said rolling my eyes at her. When I scanned the room, I saw there were at least 15 goat men, people, things.
"Um, so, what are you doing here?" said one of the goat monsters.
"We, supposedly, live here." Dylan smacked me again.
"Yeah, sure, tell random strangers about us."
"Well, we're the stranger ones so technically, they are not stranger."
Dylan face palmed.
"Um, are you, um, demigods?" the goat thing we first saw said.
The satyr sitting on the couch said, "See? This, Gabriel, is the reason we're not wanted anymore! You always do your job wrong." The goat's eyes lost their fear, now there was only annoyance.
"It's not like you do any better Theodore."
"Well at least I know the difference between a demigod and a monster."
"So do me! It's Brandon who's the idiot!"
"Excuse me?" said a different goat man. "Well at least I-"
A taller goat man stood up, "QUIET! All of you!"
The goat aliens quieted. He pointed to us.
"Are you demigods?"
"Er, yes and no." I said.
The alien looked at me with confusion.
"Er, we kind of maybe found out our mother is Mother Earth, who is, by the way, not very motherly."
Goat man's jaw dropped.
"But-but, it's not, pos-po-possible." He spluttered.
The goat people looked at each other and stared at us intently.
"They're not lying, great." Muttered the head goat.
"Of course we aren't goat man."
"Goat man! My name is Ashton!" he said in an exasperated tone, "Goat man." He muttered, "I guess it's not the most insulting I've heard."
"Cool, you have the word ash in your name!" I said.
He looked at me, "And why is that good?"
"Because you get ash when you burn stuff, like paper."
He made a weird goat-y sound, "You burn stuff made of dead dryads!"
I raised my hands in defense, "It was only once, and it was a test grade I didn't want my dad to see."
He frowned, "Test grade? But you're only six, aren't you?" I nodded, "Why would you be taking tests that early? Why would you be going to school that early?"
Dylan gave me a look that said Don't let them know too much. But don't lie. I think they can read emotions. Then she spoke up, "Our dad wanted us to be smart at a younger age. He said it was good for us."
Ashton started muttering, "What a great father. In fact, what a great mother."
"Okay, now that you know about us, who are you?" Dylan said.
"We are satyrs." Oh, I thought, so that's what they are. "We are, well, were, protectors. The camp said we weren't good enough and told us to each find one demigod and bring them to camp successfully, or else we are banished."
Silence.
"This matches." I said. Everybody looked at me.
"What are you talking about Jayden?"
"We have to find about 20 kids. That's 22 kids including us."
"But what do we do?" said Brandon.
"You help us. We find them, bring them here, and train them. Like my mom said in the note, only, we aren't on her side."
"Train them?"
"We can find stuff online. That's the point of the internet."
Silence.
"Sure it is."
{End Flashback}
It might be kinda sucky, but it's a prologue, the best I could do. It gets better later. By the way, I am going to delete the previous chapters, all of them, but PM me if you want to know their powers again.