The Unveiling: Chapter One

Fayeria
"O-M-G! It's that orphan girl again! What is up with her clothes?"

"I heard she went out with Urivo Sanders! That little crybaby, he's so mine!"

"Look at her. I know you're new, here is yoru first hint; avoid her! She is the freak of freakland."

I sat on the metal bench of the bus-stop. The grey clowds above me in the sky sheltered me from the sun. Though, the sun didn't seem happy today. Rain had bellowed down from above and I wonder if something was going on in Olympus. Lord Apollo and Lord Zeus were having an argument, perhaps. I do not know.

It is funny how something simple can mean a lot to you.

This very bus-stop was where my life truly began. A winter afternoon as school finished, I sat on this bus-stop three years ago. About to turn thirteen, I should have been excited. But I hadn't been. Who would celebrate with me? I had no friends existing back then. I had been sitting on this very bench, hoping for the bus to arrive. I was losing hope about ever having someone save me from my life when someone did.

My mother.

Growing up in an orphanage isn't fun. You grow hard and cold, scared to let someone into your heart. You are afraid they will abondon you, like your parents have done before. All you have for yourself is your body, your heart. You don't want to give it away. I lost hope in ever having my mother arrive and save me from this lonely life.

On Mother's Day at school, I was the one crying in the toilets. On Father's day, I hid from the pitying looks of the teachers. On Grandparent's day, I didn't even bogher going to school. Who would come? Then, the day before I turned thirteen as I sat on the metal bench in the bus-stop; my life changed.

''A tingling sensation entered my bloodstream. My hair blew back behind my face. What is going on? I turned around but a bright light above me enters my vision. I close my eyes in pain and feel tears erupt from my eyes and flow down my cheeks. My eyes hurt so much. Why did I look in the light? My hands fumbled around, trying to grab something when suddenly, all was silent. I froze and kept my eyes closed.''

''A warm hand caressed my cheek. Then, a voice.''

"I am your mother, my little beauty. My name is Thesis. I do not have much time, the rift is closing. You must go to Long Island and find the camp. Your answers will be there."

My mother had disappeared after that. I had journeyed to Long Island, though I figured I was insane. The warm hand and voice had been so real which motivated me to keep going however. When I got there, hitchhiking my way around, I found the answers. I was a demigod. Or more specifically, a demititan.

My mother was Thesis: goddess of creation. Suddenly, at thirteen, my life had changed. I stayed at Camp for over two years and finally, I have journeyed back to the orphanage. I am now sixteen. I don't know how other demigods do it but I am having trouble fitting back into the lifestyle of a mortal.

WIP