The Snow Nymph Within

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" My voice could be heard throughout camp as I sprinted past the volleyball courts. Some of the kids who were playing stopped their game and stared at me as I ran past.

Another one of my experiments had gone wrong. I had ended up creating a snow giant, who could throw ice from his bare hands. I screamed as I rounded the corner of the volleyball courts, the thing straight on my tail. Since coming to realisation that the Greek Gods were in fact real and that I had not been kidnapped. I had been brought to Camp Half Blood because it's the only safe place on Earth for people like myself, demigods I believe we were called. I had tried experimenting with my newly found powers over the last couple of days only to find that I was a complete flop at them. I couldn't use them at all! I would always try to create something of beauty, like a snowman or a snow castle, and somehow I would end up with these deadly creations that were always trying to kill me! This was my third one today. I just don't know what I was doing wrong.

The Apollo kids laughed at me and I scowled. "Don't laugh at my misfortune!" I wailed. But it was no use they kept laughing at me. They found this hysterical! Everyone did! The first time this happened most of the campers had been scared shitless. Then it kept happening and happening until it became a regular thing and everyone was just use to it by now.

So my day usually consisted of me waking up, having breakfast, then playing about with my powers, getting too ambitious and creating a snow monster - eventually leading to where we are now. Me being chased by my own creation.

I shrieked as shard of deadly sharp ice narrowly missed me. I was petrified of anything sharp, including ice; even though I knew it couldn't hurt me. I kept sprinting, completely forgetting I had ice powers and could easily destroy the snow giant. That's me, completely forgetful! I'll forget my own name someday! I felt my converses become very soggy and water fill them. Splash, splash, splash the water got into my socks. I winced at this. I would need to wash my feet and rig out my socks later. Well, if there was a later for me, of course...

Oh Eira, so very melodramatic.

"Will you shut up?! Now is not the time!" I snapped at the poltergeist, screamed and leapt forward as to avoid a huge snowball being thrown in my direction. My feet' touching water was turning the stream to ice. The ice spread rapidly, until the entire stream - and lake - were pure ice. The rowers on the lake scowled and tutted in annoyance. This had been the second time this week that this had happened! Needless to say they weren't very happy with me. I stirred clear of the cabins when I saw them coming closer. Don't want to be destroying any homes of the gods' children now, do we? Besides, I don't want the gods to hate me even more than they already did.

More campers stared at me as I legged it passed the cabins. Many looked bemused. I spotted a blonde girl with grey eyes, talking with a girl who looked very pretty. They both stopped to stare at me and the monster that trialled behind me like a lost puppy. Except this wasn't a lost puppy, it was a snow monster that was out to make me snow monster chow! If it was a lost puppy then I might of had second thoughts before running away from it.

I screamed as I ran into the Arena, the monster right on my heel. I ran between a pair of demigods who were fighting with incredibly sharp blades. Now I had worry about being hacked to pieces if I didn't dodge these demigods as well as being monster chow. The monster let out an almighty roar of anger. It lobbed massive snowballs at me but they ended up landing around the arena. Campers stopped what they were doing and gave me an accusing look. "What?" I said, hiding behind a very tall camper. He sent me a look of disgust before moving aside, so that I was in the monster's full view.

I screamed when my fail of a creation spotted me and started to stomp towards me. I turned to run when I was suddenly lifted from the ground. I shrieked once more and flailed my arms about wildly. "HELP!" I was about to a monster's dinner. He opened his mouth to eat me whole.

Oh gods, I thought myself, I'm going to die. What a way to die! I mean I've always wanted a cool way to die but this is just plain ridiculous!

I shut my eyes, maybe if I couldn't see the monster then it wouldn't eat me. Don't ask me about my logic, it is pretty stupid I will admit. "Goodbye world!" I muttered to myself, under my breath. So this was it, I had accepted my fate.

This was the way Eira Eddington was going to die.

Just then I heard something hit the monster. There was a high pitched sound and the monster blew up. His remains were scattered everywhere. Not like organs and stuff as he was only made from snow. Snow covered the ground of the arena and some not very happy campers. I opened my eyes and fell a ten feet drop, landing safely in the fresh snow.

Once I kissed the ground, I lifted my head up to look for my saviour. A extremely familiar face met mine. A face I shared many memories with and had passed the hours away with when were merely young children.

It was Lucy.

Her soft blue eyes gazed sympathetically into mine and on her lips there twitched a smile. She had a quiver on her back and a crossbow at her side. It occurred to me that she must of been the one to kill the beast. I smiled at her brightly. She had just saved my life and for that I was grateful. Her long murky blonde hair was styled into a french plait and she had a white scarf tied snuggly around her neck. She wore baby blue gloves and a dark blue coat. She reminded me a lot of Katniss Everdeen, with her plait and bow.

Except she wasn't as nearly as badass as Katniss Everdeen.

My fifteen year old sister rolled her eyes and laughed at me. She helped me up. "Oh Eira, you're completely ridiculous, you know that right? You could of just killed the thing! You have ice powers, you know. You could of thawed the monster."

"Oh hi Lucy, right... I kn- WAIT A MINUTE." I yelled, springing up onto a tall snow drift that had been created by the monster and pointing accusingly at my younger sister.

Lucy had a look of laughter in her eyes and she was struggling to hold back a grin. "Yes?" She asked, a smile tugging at the sides of her lips.

"QUESTIONS! One, why are you here? Two, how did you find this place?" I said gesturing to the general camp. "Three, ice powers?! How the heck do you know about that? And finally, WHERE THE HECK DID YOU GET THAT CROSSBOW FROM MISS LUCY MARY-ANN EDDINGTON?! I DEMAND YOU PUT THAT WEAPON AWAY NOW!" I boomed at my sister and felt myself heating up from anger. My anger quickly subsided into confusion when I heard Lucy finally lose it and just broke down from laughter. I sat in the snow drift as I watched my sister laugh. It was quite embarrassing if I do say so myself. Watching my sister laugh at your confusion and having other campers laugh at you expense for not being able to control your powers. Needless to say I turned quite red. "Stop laughing..." I mumbled quietly.

Lucy finally managed to calm herself down, giggling every now and again when she remembered something funny. She wiped her eyes, a huge smile on her face. She beamed warmly at me. "Eira."

"Yes?"

"I think you need to... Let it go." A gleam of delight sparkled in her eyes as she said those three dreaded words.

Anger built up in me all over again and I stood up, my face a blazing red. I groaned in frustration, ever since people discovered I had ice powers they had been quoting frozen at me. You don't know how many times in the last couple of days I have had to say 'No, I don't want to build a snowman.' I gritted my teeth and clenched my fists. "Answer my questions, Lucy."

Lucy put her hands up in defence. "Alright. Alright! To answer your first question, I'm here because Dad sent me here. Two, Dad drove me to Camp Half Blood, he had a hunch you would be here." She said curiously as she had a quick scan around the camp, the campers seemed to be avoiding the unwanted snow besides the two sisters. "Wow. These guys really don't appreciate snow, do they?" She noted before continuing. "Dad told me about the ice powers. Says he has them too. That's why he get's really skittish around fires and such because he hates the heat, worried it's going to melt his snow." Wait. Dad has ice powers?! I thought to myself. Why did he never say anything to us before? Lucy seemed to read my thoughts and a look of pity spread across her face. "Dad never mentioned his ice powers to us because he's a demigod. Demigods are prone to attacks from monsters. He came to camp at the age of eleven and left when he was seventeen. Just walked out and never came back one summer. He won't tell me the reason why he left but shortly after he met Mum, who can see through the Mist and-"

"Wait. Mum is in on this too?!"

Lucy nodded carefully, noticing how ticked off I was getting. "Yes... But they kept the ice powers secret from us to protect us Eira."

"Protect us?!" I argued back, letting out a dry laugh. "Ha! How? Protecting us by teaching me to think I'm crazy?!" I folded my arms and glared at my sister.

A frown suddenly appeared on her face and she took a few steps forward as she spoke. "No. Protecting us from monsters because if we had known what we were then we would of been attacked. We're incredibly lucky that we haven't been attacked! Four demigods in the house is certainly something that monsters would pick up on. Our scent would of been strong. Besides if you had known then what good would of come from that? Dad only told me because he was worried that something bad had happened to you when you didn't appear at our aunts."

I opened my mouth to retort back with something nasty before clamping it shut again, thinking about Lucy had said. As much as I hated to admit it my baby sister was right. If I had been told then what good would of it done? I mean sure I would of gotten answers but are answers the price you want to pay for safety? No. As my mother had said to me many a time, and I quote, 'It's better to be safe than sorry.' I slumped and looked shamefully at my sister. "I'm sorry for being so quick to assume, Lucy."

Lucy smiled softly and placed a hand on my shoulder. "It's okay." Said she, her light blue eyes gazing into my deep blue ones. A smirk washed over her face and she stepped back, holding up her crossbow. I let out a squeak of terror and dived behind the snow drift. Did I mention besides fires I was also petrified of sharp things? Yeah, I'm petrified of sharp things. Lucy laughed at me for like the fifth time that day. I was seriously getting fed up with her laughing at me all the time. "Oh and to answer your last question, Dad gave the enchanting ice arrows to me and a longbow. However I couldn't use it very well so I went and fetched myself a crossbow, does all the work for me!" She said cheerily, loading her crossbow and firing at a nearby tree. I watched in awe as the tree automatically turned to ice the moment the arrow embedded itself in the tree. I turned my attention back to Lucy, completely gobsmacked. "Ice arrows!" Lucy said matter-o-factually, pulling her arrow out of the ice tree and placing it back in her quiver.

"And Dad just happened to have these lying around?" I inquired suspiciously, still cowering behind the snow.

Lucy nodded promptly. "Uh huh. Said he used these arrows when he was at camp. He saw it only fitting that I should have some sort of weapon to protect myself with." I felt a pang of envy bloom inside me. Lucy had always been Dad's favourite. Robert was Mother's favourite and I, Eira Eddington, was no one's favourite.

You're my favourite... My poltergeist spoke in soft tones, almost cooing tones.

"Thanks. But it doesn't really help." I muttered under my breath.

Lucy sent me a quizzing look and piped up. "What was that?" She said, hoping to catch what I had just mummered. She was noisy in that way.

My gaze met hers and I forced a smile onto my face, shaking my head. "Nothing, don't worry." She raised an eyebrow at me and I knew she wasn't going to let the subject drop. So I changed it. "Wait. What do you mean by we are second generation demigods? That would make Dad-" I was cut off by a overexcited Lucy.

"A demigod! Yes! We are the mortal grandchildren of some god or goddess. Our father was never claimed so he has no clue who we are related to. However the family guess Boreas because he's the God of the North Wind and such." Lucy waffled on, not really paying much attention to me, just admiring her surrounds.

She's wrong, child. It's not Boreas.

"Then who?" I replied to my poltergeist. But it decided to remain silent. No help there then. I sighed in annoyance and focused my attention on my sister. "So you just accepted that Greek Gods were real? Just like that?" I said, making various hand gestures for emphasise.

"Mhm."

I looked surprised, stunned even. "Wait, so no denial or panic or anything? Because dude, I thought I had been kidnapped. I'm still not sure what to believe or whether this is all real."

Lucy clasped her hands together and sighed dreamily, her crossbow hung at her side. "It just all makes perfect sense." She span round on her heels so I could see her face. She looked so blissfully happy. How could one accept something just like that and not question anything? I mean I certainly was questioning everything at the moment. I raised an eyebrow at my younger sister. She reminded me some poorly written characters when I read fanfictions.

"Lucy."

"Hmmm?"
"Stop acting like a Mary Sue."

Notes

So that's the end of that chapter! So sorry I didn't update sooner! I've been working on other projects like my Harry Potter fanfiction, my Hunger Games fanfiction and my other Percy Jackson fanfiction - which I am co-writing with a friend of mine. It's about the Children of Iris. You'll meet one of the characters in that story, in this one very soon.