I'm only Mortal

[Ellen]

Okay, here's my PJO fic

I've got to apologize in advance that the first chapter doesn't have anything to do with PJO, it's in chapter two where the Greek mythology kicks in.

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Title - I'm only Mortal

Summary - Colin is a mortal who can see through the mist. He’s got a severe case of foot-in-mouth disease, a major zit problem, and is currently in love with the daughter of a god. It’s not going well for Colin, He's just a mortal stuck in a world of monsters

Rating - 13 + - I think, I'm not sure on age ratings... it's rated T on fanfiction, and includes swearing -
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Chapter 1

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I tapped my fingers lightly on the keys, careful not to actually press any down, I didn’t want to get a whole lot of gobbledy gook come up on the screen, ruining the four words I had written already.

I had heard about writers block before, but had never experienced it.

God, writers block sucks.

Recently after my marks in English had skyrocketed up to A- I decided it might time to start writing down some of the stories that go through my head during Art lessons.

I never realized how hard it would actually be to write a story. It wasn’t like people made it out to be and I had read enough books to realize I need good convincing characters, a unique idea, and a good plot.

Want to hear what I had so far?

Hi my name is…

Yep, that’s it, Hi my name is... Crap! I didn’t even have a name yet for my main character!

Writing’s harder than I though…

Running a hand through my hair, a memory arrived.

“Writing should be an escape…”

‘An escape,” I mused, out loud. “I need an escape, my life’s pretty sucky.’ I muttered.

I was being honest though, I was 17, and had only had one girlfriend, and that was when I was five, and she dumped me as soon as I gave her my mars bar.

And, Being a complete computer geek, I was pretty severely socially retarded, and I kept to myself, I didn’t have any friends, what so ever, people only talked to me if they needed help with their computer.

Suddenly an idea struck me. I wouldn’t have to work hard on a main character,

A self insert story!

I began to type wildly; my fingers flew over the keys, not even stopping to fix any typo’s. I would fix afterwards, as right now I needed to get this idea down while I had it.

I was going to write a self insert romance!

Now if only I had some romance experience.

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I ran down the street, jumping over any obstacle that was in my way. I looked at my watch quickly.

“F**k it, I’m really late!” I cursed as the clock hit the half-nine mark.

A stone gray building appeared in front of me, as I turned a corner, narrowly avoiding being hit by a car as I jolted across the road.

The school gates were starting to close as I stepped up my pace, making it the gates, just as they slammed shut.

“Mornin’ Colin, cutting it close the day aren’t you?”

“Yeah, yeah, just like every day, I bet you shut those gates just when you see me, to see if you can catch me out one day.” I panted, trying not to show how tired I was.

The guard – named Earl – “Ha ha. You’d better get to class now, good luck.” He smiled, as I headed off towards the building.

I managed to make it into biology without meeting any hall monitors. Geeks.

Then, after spending most of biology, burning stuff on the Bunsen burner, while ignoring the teacher explaining how to do a certain experiment, a teacher entered the room.

Her name was Mrs. Copperfield, and I think she may have been a guidance councilor, but she did pretty much anything and everything, including covering classes
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“Right class, you have a new student, she’s just moved here, her name is…

Back to reality, I needed a female character.

I mused, chewing on my pencil. This would be hard, I couldn’t think of an appropriate personality for my main character.

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2 hours later

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I groaned in frustration, and ran a hand through my hair.

I had my main character… though I was aiming for a self insert, he didn’t act like me, he was late, didn’t pay attention in class, and so far, he wasn’t nuts about computers like I was.

And when I imagined him, he didn’t look like me, well, actually he did, he had the same floppy brown hair, and green eyes, but, I couldn’t imagine him with my skin problems, my glasses, or being 6”7, he was more like 6”2, and a little bit stockier built, so I didn’t look like some sort of twig.

He did share my name though, and was slightly like me, but, well, better he was more attractive, less Geeky anything I didn’t like about myself I fixed, then I gave him a few faults, to prevent him being to perfect.

He had a rather large ego.

I smiled in satisfaction; I had a main character… now I just needed a secondary character.

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So... you see what I mean when i said that the first chapter dosn't connect to PJO, but I needed to put it in, as character building, and setting the scene.

I'll put up chapter two soon.

Any comments are appreciated,

[Sophia Anya Lee]

This was pretty interesting! A few errors here and there, nothing major ... update soon!

[Ellen]

Thanks I'm working on getting it caught up to my fanfiction account .

Now I put a lot of effort into this chapter... same summary as above, etc...

OH! And I have to ask you to be patient about explaining the phone thing, trust me, It isn't just something I overlooked, I do have an explanation

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Chapter 2

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I disliked walking home late at night, because, for one reason, I was an easy target for muggers, and normally had a couple of hundred dollars worth of technology on me at a time, and as for the second reason…

Well, since I’ve been little, I’ve seen things, that aren’t logical. Out the corner of my eye, I’ve noticed things that shouldn’t, that can’t, possibly be there. Like monsters straight out of mythology, that somehow pass unnoticed by the rest of the world, and then, on occasions, I’ll see a group of around three people, who have ancient weapons, who seem to be able to see the monsters, but never stick around to talk.

And I’ve never told this though; I really don’t want to be locked up in some sort of asylum, but they tend to be out at night more. It doesn’t happen often, but when it does, it’s usually at night. I’d lost count of the number of times I’d been unable to sleep because of the things I’d seen.

My foot splashed into a puddle, bringing me back from my daydream, just in time to start hallucinating.

I jumped, after hearing a roar, then seeing a large well built teenager flying backwards out of an alley with a strange colored sword in hand.

But that wasn’t what my hallucination was.

My hallucination was the giant nine headed serpent monster that came crawling out of the ally way after him which he was trying to fight off.

He quickly glanced over at me, and swiped at the monster again, stabbing it in the eye, it recoiled in pain, retreating back into the alley.

He was panting, as he dug his hand into his jeans and pulled out a mobile phone. What is that? A Motorola? I thought, not recognizing the model

“Don’t ask, just speed dial 4, and say to Leah that Matt’s here and she’s got to get to Fifty Fourth Street with fire weapons.”

I did as he said, quickly, the phone rang for about five rings before an out of breath female voice answered.

“Hey Matt, I’m in the middle of something, you’d better have d**n a good reason for calling me.” She sounded frustrated, and a more then a tad pissed off.

‘Look, it’s not Matt, its… it doesn’t matter who this is, Matt just told me to tell Leah to get to Fifty Fourth Street with fire weapons ASAP.’

The breathless, cheerful, slightly angry voice was gone; all that was left was a serious professional tone “I’ll be there in five.”

I hung up the phone, and backed off, as Matt was trying to fight off this monster, and losing. I didn’t get why he didn’t just cut the heads off and be done with it.

While Matt was in the process of almost losing an arm for the fifth time, a motorcycle rolled up, I could hear it coming for around 2 blocks, until I finally saw it. It looked like it was a cool motorcycle, but I didn’t know anything about these bikes. Though the person riding it…

Wow! Now she was something, to say the least. She was wearing a sparkly blue thingytail dress, and stiletto heels, and some sort of army belt, with a sword sticking out of it. Her hair was a light blond, and seemed to have been curled, though that seemed to be wearing off. Her face had a light amount of makeup, and she had a dark brown leather jacket on, a stark contrast to the dress, but not at all an unflattering one.

“Matt! Heads up!” She yelled, jumping off her bike, and throwing something to the boy who was still trying to wrestle with a giant monster.

She stumbled, pulling off her shoes, and going barefoot.

He lifted his spare hand, behind him, closing it around the small object.

“A lighter?! Leah! What the hell am I supposed to do with a lighter?!” he screamed, taking another swipe at the monster.

“Well I don’t know, do I?” she screamed, running over to him, while tying her hair back in a ponytail. “Just cut off one of the d**n heads!”

All though this, they didn’t even seem to notice me anymore, I had just blended into the background. I wasn’t sure whether or not to be insulted, or relieved. Who were these people? And what the hell was this thing doing in reality, let alone my city?

Matt took a swipe at one of the monsters ferocious heads, cutting it clean off.

“Watch the blood!” the girl yelled.

‘Quickly Leah! Burn the stump, before it comes back!”

Somehow, when I was focusing on Matt trying to cut off a head, the girl – Leah – had climbed onto the monsters back!

I thought I was a nutter for seeing these things? At least I didn’t try and kill them.

Then, out of the stump that Matt had created, two more heads shot up!

“LEAH!” He screamed, as the monsters lunged at him, driving him out of the alley. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?”

“Well sorry!” she answered sarcastically. “But it’s not the easiest thing to climb onto a monster’s back when one of the heads is trying to eat you!”

“Well I’m not having a picnic down here either!” he yelled, cutting a head off for a second time. “Quickly! Burn the stump!”

As he said that, whatever weapon Leah had in her hand let out a Jet of fire, burning the stump beyond repair.

I waited for the two heads to pop up again, but… they didn’t, it must have been because they burned the stump or something.

“Matt! Get the next head!” Leah screamed, grabbing onto the neck of the monster, as if it was a horse. God, did these people have no fear?

Matt swiped at the other head, as Leah shot more fire at the monster.

“Quickly Matt! I really don’t want to go flying off this thing!” Leah screeched as the head whose neck she was holding onto tried to snap around and bite her.

Matt jumped up, trying to get a swipe at the monster. “It’s too big, and the heads to interested in you, you’ll have to kill it!”

She sighed, and then pulled the sword out of her belt, chopping off one more of the heads. Then she subsequently blasted some more fire at the stump to prevent it growing back.

“Get the next one!” she screeched, as one of the heads bent over to try and attack Matt.

Matt took a swipe, missing, as Leah started to laugh, holding onto the neck tightly.

“Is that all you’ve got Matt?! Come on! I bet you can’t get two heads at once!” she yelled.

God, they were nutters, betting on how well they could fight this… Thing.

“50 bucks!” Matt screeched, taking another swipe at the three remaining heads, he was so casual about it; it was scary, almost like their lives weren’t in danger.

“DEAL!” Leah screamed, as the monster bucked and tried to bite her again. “JUST CUT OFF THE f**kING HEADS!!!”

Matt complied, and swiped two of the heads in a line, then fell off, as Matt rolled to the left to avoid the greenish blood that was pouring out of the stump.

’50 bucks please!” He yelled at Leah, who was proceeding to burn the stumps.

“Not NOW!” she bellowed, “Get the last two flipping HEADS!”

Matt swung at one of the last two heads, cutting it clean off, he seemed to be getting quicker at cutting off the monsters heads, I didn’t know whether to be impressed, or horrified at the skill involved between the two of them, working perfectly in sync.

‘Matt! Last one! Get it!” she screamed, as the monster bucked violently.

Then I heard a scream, and saw the girl fly through the air, Matt hadn’t noticed, he was trying to cut the head off.

I ran forward, I don’t know what possessed me to do it; I just completely ignored the giant terrifying monster, and ran around behind it.

I made it in time to catch Leah, but obviously, me being me, I couldn’t heroically catch the amazingly pretty girl.

No, when she fell out of the sky, and magically landed in my open arms, I fell to the ground, with her on top of me.

She panted, and rolled off me, starting to laugh.

I sat up, turning to look over at the monster which I expected to still be there.

But instead was a massive pile of dust, and a puddle of greenish liquid, and Matt stood grinning inanely, like a child who’s just eaten a ton of candy.


He flipped the lighter up into the air towards Leah who was sitting on the ground next to me. “Who would have guessed it? The lighter came in handy!” He laughed, offering Leah a hand up.

She stood up next to him, as he wrapped a hand around her waist, and kissed her on the forehead.

“Pay up, I got both the heads at once.” He grinned.

Leah’s eyes widened, “Does it look as if I have pockets on this bloody dress?”

As I got a closer look, I could notice some similarities between them, they had the exact same color of eyes – light brown – and the same shaped mouths, but other than that, they were completely different.

Leah had a slender build, and was around 5”8 foot tall, tiny compared to me, but still really tall for a girl. Her face was slender, and her skin was a light brown color. The blue dress she was wearing clung to every curve, showing off an hourglass figure, and then shaped, toned legs. She had a crooked smile, her mouth pulling up in one corner, making her look slightly like she was mocking me, but yet, it still managed to look good on her. Her eyes were a light brown, and seemed to sparkle slightly. Whitish colored scars marked a lot of areas of her skin, Her hair was a light blond, and had obviously tried to be curled, as it was starting to go straight at the ends again, and I could remember that she had only put it up while monster fighting, though it had fallen out of her bobble, and was now resting gently just past her shoulders. She was… well, beautiful.

Matt was built like a tank, he was around 6”5 and his shoulders were probably twice as wide as mine. Even though he was wearing a shirt, I could tell his biceps were huge. His brown hair was cut un-evenly and parts looked like they had been singed off. His nose was slightly crooked, as if it had been broken before. His skin was a darker shade of brown than Leahs, and he didn’t have as many scars as she did, but they showed up more on his darker skin.

Please let them be related, please let them be related. I thought franticly, praying to about every single God I could think of.

“You did good little sis, sorry for taking you away from prom.” He said, squeezing her tighter

Yes! I thought, smiling, like I had a chance with someone like her anyway.

“You should be!” she said, punching him, then she headed over to the puddle of greenish liquid.

Then they turned on me, as Matt scratched his head. “Err, what’s your name?”

“Col… Colin.” I stuttered. Smooth! A voice in my head muttered.

“Well, Colin, what did you just see?” Leah asked, sympathetically

‘I saw you and him cutting the head off of a monster with swords, then burning the stumps.” I answered, trying to look to see if Leah had some sort of hand held flamethrower.

Matt frowned. “Do you see a lot of things like this?”

“Yeah, all my life.” I answered simply, while standing up, and dusting myself off.

Matt flicked his wrist, and then turned to Leah, “It won’t matter then.’ He turned back to me. “Don’t tell anyone.”

“Hey! You can’t just do something like that, and not expect me to ask questions, that isn’t fair!’

But Matt had already started to leave. ‘Come on Leah.”

Leah quickly came over to me, and pushed a mobile into my hand, then leaned into my ear. “Keep the phone on you, I’ll meet up with you again, and explain all this.’

And with that, she turned, and ran towards her motorcycle, where Matt had already started up the bike.

“It’s my bike, let me drive!” I heard her argue

‘I helped you build it.’ He muttered.

“Well you’re the one who made me ruin my dress; you know how mad Kate's going to be when she sees this?”

‘Whatever,” he said kick starting the motorcycle, and then they made their way down the dark streets on Leah’s motorcycle.

I stood there, completely bemused, attempting to separate the events of the last twenty minutes into some recognizable order.

Then, an idea hit me.

I think I had my secondary character for my story.

[Sophia Anya Lee]

Ooooh. I'm curious. You should totally update soon!

[Ellen]

If you want, it's on FF.net, it takes me longer to convert it into stuff for the forum, cause I've got to fix my lines, and italics...

[Ellen]

Oh shoot! I forgot to say, thanks

[Ellen]

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Chapter 3
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It was my last week of school ever. I had turned 18, passed all my exams, and gotten accepted into a good computing course at University.

But it wasn’t what I wanted.

I sat up for most of the night before brainstorming about my newest character for my story, I was planning on us meeting in school, and my character would be cool, confident, flirty, not a stuttering dweeb.

And I realized, even though I was new to this, it was what I wanted to do, I loved writing, though I didn’t get much more on my real story, I did a few little short stories, and it was fun, and a really good exercise for my imagination but I knew, deep down, I wouldn’t get anything more written down until I met that girl again. Leah.

So, I kept the phone with me at all time, for three weeks, I sat watching that phone, waiting for it to ring, until the last week of term came, and I was sitting in history, while our teacher was still teaching us, on our last day, when we had finished all of our exams.

He had decided to teach us Greek mythology.

“And so, according to the myths, to kill the Hydra, Heracles had to cut the head off, then his servant Iolas burned the stump, to prevent two heads growing back in its place.” Mr. Hugo ranted as I completely zoned out.

Then, a classic phone ring tone started going off.


“Whose phone is that?” he screeched.

I looked around the class at the other student, expecting to see someone looking nervous with their hand under the desk, if there was anything Mr. Hugo hated, it was a mobile phone.


His eyes were blazing now, Would that d**n person answer their phone?!

Then it struck me, how could I have been so stupid! I muttered a curse, as the entire class turned to me.

“Sorry.’ I muttered rooting around in my bag before I managed to find the vibrating, noisy devise.

I don’t quite know what possessed me, but the name on the screen said ‘Leah’, so I decided to accept the call.

“Hey Colin, sorry it took me so long to call, are you busy?” Her voice was just as I had remembered it.

I bit back a smirk, and looked at the teacher, who was staring in open disbelief, at the fact that I had the nerve to answer my phone, in his class.

“Err, no, just wait a second.’ I said, putting my hand over the mouth piece. ”Excuse me Mr. Hugo, this call is important, so I’m just going to take it, because to be honest, we don’t have another history lesson ever, and if doubt you’re going to give me a punishment.’

And with that, I quickly ran out the room, and stood in the corridor.

“Sorry Leah, I’m free now, what is it?”

“Erm, I was just phoning to ask if you still wanted that explanation.” she asked, trailing off at the end.

My eyes lit up at the prospect of seeing Leah again. “Yeah, I’d love that, where are you?”

She gave me the address of a small coffee shop, then said she’s see me as soon as I could get there, before hanging up.

I plucked up the courage to go back into the class room and face the teacher, plus, I needed my bag back.

“Sorry Mr. Hugo, It’s just I’ve not talked to the girl in ages.’ I stuttered, by adrenalin rush from talking to Leah had disappeared, leaving me just as stutterish and clumsy as usual.

Mr. Hugo looked like he honestly would kill me if he wasn’t in front of an entire class, he just turned back towards his board though, gripping the chalk tightly.

I made my way slowly over to my desk, where a sheet of paper was already waiting for me.

Crap, lines! I though.

I got off lucky, because of my spotless record; Mr. Hugo had said I had to write out. ”Answering my phone in class was a very socially irresponsible action, and the fact that it’s my last history lesson shouldn’t make any difference to my punishment, I will not do it again.’ ten times.

Mr. Hugo started to act like he normally did, and completely ignored me, and about five minutes into it, I gave up.


I picked up a pencil, and added another zero onto the ten on my homework, then grabbed my bag.

And while he was writing something on the board, with his back to me, I got up quietly, and left, without focusing too much on the stunned faces of my classmates. This wasn’t like me.

I ran out down the stair case, then out the fire door, running to the bus stop outside the school.

There was already an elderly lady standing at the bus stop.

“Err, excuse me miss, do you know when the next bus is?” I asked politely.

She told me (in great detail) that it was in twenty minutes, and we wait.

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After making it to the café Leah had told me to meet her in – which took around half an hour trying to find it since it was down a lot of small narrow streets - I sat with a cup of coffee in front of me, looking increasingly like I had been stood up.

I took another sip of my coffee, watching the door, until…

I saw a girl, she had light blond hair, tied back in a loose pony tail, while wisp’s of hair fell down around her face. She was wearing a tight black tee-shirt, showing off her curves, but her legs were hidden underneath a pair of baggy combat trousers, which were held up being held up with a chunky belt, full of pockets, and a messenger bag over one shoulder.

As she got closer to me, I realized that it was Leah, recognizing her eyes, her crooked smile, and ruby red lips. The only difference was that she wasn’t as dressed up, she was wearing a pair of army style walking boots, not high heels, her clothes were practical, rather than dressy, and she had a motorcycle helmet under her arm.

“Ah, Colin, my friend.” She smiled, sitting down, and taking a sip of my coffee, then proceeding to splutter and spit it out. “What is that?! It’s vile!” She exclaimed.

“It’s coffee.” I answered indignantly. “Anyway, who are you to come here, and steal my drink, then spit it out at me?”

“Whatever, do you want an explanation or not?” she asked, exasperated.

“Yeah, I want an explanation about the monsters.”

And boy, did she give me one.

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“So..?” Leah asked warily, “Do you believe me?”

I nodded numbly, not trusting my mouth to form proper words. I glanced at my phone. She’d been talking for over two hours!

“Is there anything else you’d like to ask me?” she asked, leaning across the table, towards me. I forced myself to look up, she looked so… caring.

Yeah, I’ve got a few things to ask you, starting with: Do you have a boyfriend?

Obviously, I’m too much of a coward to ask her that outright, d**n my basic nature. Who am I kidding? Even if I did pluck up the courage, why would someone like her ever say yes to a guy like me, come on! I mean, she’s half god.

Yes you heard me, half god.[i/]

Half Greek god, to be precise, apparently all the old Greek myths are true, the gods are still alive, and she’s one of their daughters.

I don’t stand a chance.

“Right, well Colin, I’m sorry, but the reason I called you to explain this is actually quite selfish, you see, I need to use you.” She said quietly.
Use me any way you want Leah, I don’t mind.

Not trusting my mouth to say anything at all, never mind what I wanted it to, I nodded, tearing myself away from her eyes, to look at the table.

“But first of all,” she said, ducking under the table to retrieve something out of her bag, ”I need to check if you’re a half-blood.” She said, coming up from under the table, with a strange bronze knife in her hand.

I immediately recoiled. “Whoa! What the hell are you doing?!”

She reached out and grabbed my wrist, yanking it towards herself. I tried to pull away, but gave up quickly, there was no way I would break her iron hold, so I may as well retain some masculinity, and just give up.

“Don’t worry, this shouldn’t hurt.” She murmured through gritted teeth.

I cringed and turned away, expecting to feel the dull pain of the knife pressing into my arm, but I didn’t, all I felt was Leah letting me go. I turned back, rubbing my wrist as she dived under the table to put the knife away.

“What was that?” I asked quietly.

‘That,” she sighed, “Was an unorthodox half-blood test. You see, the knife was made of celestial bronze, which only affects monsters, half-bloods, and maybe gods… I’m not sure, but if it had cut you, then it would have shown that you have gods blood in your veins.’

I chewed on my lip, I didn’t know whether to be disappointed or not.

“It’s a good thing, trust me.” She confirmed, almost as if she could see what I was thinking. “The adventure isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.”

“But!” she said, clapping her hands. “Remember how I explained about the mist, and how you could see these things that others couldn’t, as it didn’t affect you?”

“Yeah,” I nodded, making sure that I didn’t stare at her to long, as she brushed her hair out of her face.

“And remember how I explained about Camp?”

I nodded again.

“And what about the modern myth I told you about the labyrinth, involving Percy Jackson, and a girl called Annabeth Chase?”

I nodded again.

‘And what about the laptop that Annabeth got, do you remember that?” she asked, leaning in intently.

“Vaguely.” I repeated. “Can I just say, this is all very convoluted?”

“No. Anyway, there’s been a bit of a problem, you see, Daedalus had a prototype labyrinth he was building, where he put any broken or seriously messed up robots, but obviously it went, kind of wrong, and the machines started to escape. So, he locked it away, closed it down, and stored it on his laptop, in case he needed again.

“But then, he didn’t count on anyone else getting his laptop. The thing is, Annabeth, and any of the older members of the Athena cabin would know not to open that file, and any members of the other cabins wouldn’t touch the laptop under pain of death. Recently, Annabeth went on holiday, and she left the laptop in the cabin.

“It’s password protected, but children of Athena are pretty… smart, so one eleven year old managed to hack onto the account, and she opened the prototype labyrinth.” Leah said, slowing down finally.

“So, in short terms, you’re telling me, that someone opened a file on a computer, opening an enormous prototype labyrinth, full of broken robots?”

Leah looked at me somberly. “Yes.’

I almost laughed out loud. “Then why on earth would you need a mortal like me?!”

“Because, like I said, you can see through the mist, even half-bloods can’t see through the mist completely! And if my brother and I have any hope in hell of getting the labyrinth shut down, we’ll need your help.”

“Wait, wait a second, there’s one thing I don’t get,” I said, holding up my hands. “If the original labyrinth shut down when Daedalus died, why didn’t this one just not work?”

“Because, it wasn’t tied to his life force like the other one was, it was a completely separate thing, so far the only way we’ve worked out to close it down is to get to the center, and press the reset button, which will just send it straight back into his computer.”

“And yet, I still don’t know why you’re telling me all this.” I stated, running a hand through my hair.

She smirked with her beautiful half smile. “Because, we need a mortal who can get us through the mist.”
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“Made with real lemons?” Leah mused, pulling apart my fridge, as I tried to write my mum a letter, “As opposed to… what, fake lemons? Like those plastic ones you get in posh fruit bowls? Cause I really doubt that someone would buy lemonade made from plastic lemons.”

“Stop mucking around and get some food, there’s coke in the back of the fridge.” I yelled, hearing her put back the lemonade made with real lemons.

“What, Wal-Mart’s own brand?” she sneered, obviously pulling out the coke from the back of the fridge.

“What’s wrong with that?” I murmured, “It tastes just like normal coke, and is around 20 cent a bottle.”

“OK, for one, it doesn’t taste like normal coke, and it’s only twenty cent a bottle, for a reason. It tastes like crap.” She answered dismissively, while pouring a couple of glasses.

‘Why don’t you stop dissing the drinks, and grab us some grub, there’s cakes in the back of the fridge.”

She pulled out a plate from the fridge, making a large clatter.

“Pink fairy cakes?” she asked, tilting her head.

“My little sister, she’s five.”

“Aww, she sounds sweet.’ Leah cooed.

“You don’t have to live with her.” I muttered darkly.

Leah ignored my comment, and puts down the cakes on the counter. “So, let’s see this letter then.” She extended her hand.

I handed over the crumpled piece of paper.

She cleared her throat. “Dear mum, I’m sorry I can’t say this in person, but I have to leave now. Some of my school friends were going to Barcelona, but one of them backed out, so they’ve offered me a ticket. I’m not taking a mobile, and I’ll take whatever punishment you give me when I get back. Love Colin.”

She raised her eyebrows at me. “You’re saying that you’re going to Barcelona? What kind of bogus lie is that?”

“One made up in five minutes.” I said, taking a sip of coke.

“Touché.’ She said, downing her coke. “Now, let’s get going.”

“Where are we going?”

“My house, pack your bag, cause this is the last time you’ll be back here.’ She said picking up her messenger bag.

“Do we have to take your motorcycle?” I groaned.

“Yeah, why?”

I muttered something intelligible.

‘What?” she asked, tilting her head.

“I…” I paused, I didn’t have the courage. “Whatever, can you just wear the helmet this time?”

“I tell you what; I’ll wear the helmet, if you tell me that that Wal-Mart crappy cola tastes the same as this.’ She said, handing me over a bottle of main brand cola out of her messenger bag.

I took large a swig of the cola, swig of the cola. God that tastes good, I thought, d**n, There was no way I could look her in the eyes, and say that Wal-Mart’s brand was just as good.

“Well?” She asked impatiently.

“Fine,” I admitted begrudgingly as, Leah smirked, handing me the helmet.

“Told you so!” she said smugly, sticking her tongue out, as she spun, and started to skip towards the door.

[somehero]

Woah, that was really good. Hope you can update soon!

[Ellen]

Thanks, Like I said, it's on PJO, but it takes a while to change it so it can be posted on the forum

Thanks again ;D

[somehero]

Welcome!