Path of the Ice God

Hi, I'm Felix. I'm going to tell you the story of how my life turned upside-down. It all started the day after my 12th birthday...

"Felix! Wake up! You're the last one asleep!" Shelby shouted cheerily.

"Shelby? How did you get in here?"

"Hel-lo, your door was open!" She rolled her eyes. Eight years old and already annoying.

If one of the older kids like Carter or Walt had woken me up I would have been embarrassed because of my penguin pajamas and penguin stuffed animal and messy hair, but Shelby was a whole different matter. She wore an old Tinker Bell T-shirt and jeans, and was holding a pink crayon in her right hand. I wondered if she'd drawn any rainbow unicorns today.

I ran into the bathroom and got changed, stopping only to brush my teeth and get my hair untangled-ish, which took a really long time, since it's so curly.

I stepped into the living room, now fully awake. I was glad that today was on our break so that we didn't have any classes. The next half hour was sort of regular, just a bunch of kids eating, interupted only by Freak, Carter's pet griffin, trying to eat Sadie's hair. That's a really long story.

Anyhow, after a while I asked Carter and Sadie if I could go for a walk, promising I'd be back within the hour. They were somewhat reluctant, but eventually they let me go.

I decided that I would go to the library and keep trying to figure out if there was an egyptian god (or goddess) of ice. Again. I'd been searching for almost two years! I was starting to give up hope.

As I walked cautiously into the children's room, I decided not to go to the normal sites in the research section. I was going to use Google this time, maybe I would get more results.

I sat down at the computer and took in my surroundings. A younger girl and her mom sitting over by the bookshelf reading a picture book titled Weird. A really little boy trying to reach the top shelf. A girl with a blond ponytail that looks about 18 and is dragging a boy that looks about the same age walks over and asks what he's trying to reach. "Well... I'm trying to get The House of Hades because it's been completely unavailable for the last two years, but I can get it on my own."

I hardly perceptible shudder passes through the boy and the girl has to steady herself against the wall for a moment, but she puts on a brave smile. "I'll get it for you. What's your name?"

"Uh... It's Gale Tobias Severus Lerangis. My parents were totally obsessed with The Hunger Games, Divergent, and Harry Potter. My dad, anyhow. No idea about my mom. Oh, and thanks."

"Who's your favorite character?" asks the boy.

"Uh... Annabeth. But Leo's pretty cool." says Gale.

"What about... I don't know... Percy?"

"Meh... He's alright, I guess."

"Hey!" the boy looks like he wants to protest, but the girl stops him.

"Do you think they will make it out of Tartarus?"

"Yes, Obviously! Everyone does!"

At that point, I was typing away on the computer. After they finish their conversation, the girl sits in a chair next to me. "Hi. What are you searching?"

"Just trying to figure out if there's an egyptian god or goddess of ice."

She smiles. "I don't really know about an egyptian, but there is a greek goddess of snow named Khione. By the way, my name's Annabeth. That's Percy."

"I'm Felix."

Percy looks extremely bored. "Can we go now?"

I glance out the window and see something unexpected. "Snow! It's snowing!" I say in a loud whisper. I check out the books I had chosen quickly and ran outside.

A really scrawny boy that looks about 17 runs into the parking lot. "Percy! Annabeth! It's Khione! Run!" His hands catch on fire.

"Oh, cool, a fire elementalist! Which nome are you from? You don't look like anyone from the 21st nome!" I smile cheerfully. "I'm Felix!"

The kid looks at me like I'm speaking a different language. "Say what now?! What gnomes? What are you talking about? This snow is dangerous! Just get out of the snow and stop bugging me!"

A woman with beautiful, long, black hair and brown eyes materializes from the snow. "Hello, Felix... I would've thought you'd be hanging around a more-" she eyes the boy critically- "pleasant- crowd."

"Who- Who are you?"

She smiles. "Hmmm... You'd think a boy would recognise his own mother."

Notes

Yes, I'm starting a new story. I can't seem to focus on one thing for very long...