Golden Green

Ch.1

To all the people reading this thank you for even opening this. I hope you enjoy. I plan to write all five of the Percy Jackson books with my character in it. Writing them all while definetly take a while but I'll do my best. Enjoy. Percy Jackson and the Olympians belong to Rick Riordan. All credit to him.

    "It beat me. They are losing. We can't come back from this. I'm so sorry," was all I remembered saying to myself when my city was crumbling into flames as I was turning to stone. Time passed like nothing but it felt so long and blank. Gasping for air like I sank to the bottom of a pond and decided to not come back up. As I fell to my knees and raised my hands over my head to not meet the gaze of it again all felt so painful.

"He doesn't look like much when he's already at his knees," grunted the irritating voice of a possible attacking enemy that I didn't want to see.

"Hush child of mine. He is going to help them more than we can in many ways," a woman scolded.

"Try and speak to him Demeter." The name Demeter cut to my ears faster than any word the woman was speaking.

"Child of mine, please raise your head. Nothing bad will come of it," whispered a buttery voice that filled my heart with comfort and relief. I raised my head and saw a woman with my brown skin, longer curls like mine, and brown eyes the color of toasted rolls of bread trying to warm me without even touching them yet.

"You are Demeter the goddess of fertility and harvest," I gasped. "Why have you come to our falling city? You are not some war god here to watch your work, Hades' soul collecting harbinger, or even our patron," I said, dropping my hands away from my face.

Demeter looked almost embarrassed, avoiding eye contact with me like one of us did something wrong. She wore an odd green flowing cloth outfit unlike any tunic or dress I had seen a woman wear.

"Get a sundial bud, you're a little late on a news flash," called the most mocking voice a man could have from behind my godly parent who gripped my arms to raise me off my feet. "I am here but that dial won't do you much good here I guess." A clear god of war was in an entire dark leather outfit with artwork of fire, chains, swords and other war like things on patches of his shirt.

"As you say lord, why are we down under all this earthen soil and dirt?" I asked, bracing my knees looking above at this cavern with roots peeking from the ceiling and walls.

A woman had spoken up and walked out from behind the larger man. "I will tell you, dear Datanus, when you have your feet under you," said the goddess of marriage and patron to my city in more clothes I had never seen.

I recognized her from the statues of her I helped put up in the square and in her shrine. If I didn't recognize her face I could feel a welcoming aura around her like what I imagined a mother baking for you and beckoning you to it would be like.

"I bet it would be hard for anyone to stand after a couple millennia on their feet. Atlas is still doing it though I suppose." The gods' harsh words hit me harder than any giant club. I pushed away from my mother to fall to the ground and heaved up any content of my stomach.

"You must brace yourself better than that. There is much more and much worse news you must hear," my mother said, placing a hand on my back to prompt me to listen.

"Why am I conscious? I was petrified. Where are we and where has my city gone? What are those strange clothes you three wear? Why are three Olympians before me in a dank dark hole?" I sank back onto my knees.