Earth's Eyes

I gripped the sword and shield I was armed with, until my knuckles turned white. I was in the wrong place. It didn't feel right for me to be up here. At the top of this structure. I stared down at the ground. I was no afraid of heights, not one bit. But I was queasy when my feet weren't firmly on the ground.
The earth seemed to smile at me. It wanted me down there too. My stomach churned. "We shouldn't be doing this," I whispered to myself.
Cleo and Octavian heard me. Cleo looked at me funny. "What are you talking about, Emma?" she asked, confused.
I blinked, biting my lip. "I'm not really sure," I admitted, slowly. "But something's wrong. The earth," I paused. I was a daughter of Mercury and a seer. But neither of those things had anything to do with the earth. So why did the earth respond to me. And why could I tell it was agitated.
"The earth," Cleo prompted.
I looked at Octavian. I don't know why, but I thought he might know. He might have seen in the auguries why the earth had such a profound effect on me. "The earth is agitated, It wants me down there," I told him. "Why does it want me? How do I know that?"
I was wrong to ask him. He only glared at me. "How should I know?" he snapped.
That's when things started to go wrong.The structure shook, threatening to topple it like jenga. "I thought you said this structure was sound!" I screamed holding on to the stones for my life.
The structure lurched sideways, and we started to fall. I won't lie. I screamed at the top of my lungs. I thought I was gonna die. Wouldn't you scream in that situation? My hand flew outward. The ground responded, rising to meet us and leveling the building.
I bit my lip. I had done that. Even an idiot could see that. The others stared at me. Cleo and Roy's jaw were slackened. Octavian just narrowed his eyes.
Scream erupted from other parts of the camp, and we turned to see That the opposing cohorts, four and five. We under attack. The earth had spilt, and monsters were stilling out. Natural protective instincts kicked in. (At least I think they're natural--maybe I'm just weird). I gave myself a running start and did something very stupid. I launched myself over the edge.
A quick make shift earthy slide and a tumble, landed me safely on the ground with nothing but a sprained ankle. Nothing I couldn't run on. I could hear the others shouting behind me at my stupidity, but I'm known for my stubbornness for a reason.
I raced forward, limping slightly. surprising other campers as I rushed to the aid of others. The wars games had been called off. People were forming up ranks, and fighting together. But I had never mastered that bit of training. I was better at soloing.
I didn't give myself time to think, remembering what Lupa had told me. "Don't think," she scolded. "Thinking slows you down. You think too much. It is why you are bad with the sword."
So I didn't think. Which meant I disobeyed the orders of the Praetors both of which were shouting at me to join the others, and get in rank. Have I mentioned, I don't really belong in places where people give me orders? Why? I'm really not that good at following orders. Like ever.
A heard shouts from the others now, as I continued fighting the monsters that continued to crawl from the gash in the ground.
"What is she a graecus?" one shouted. My mind translated that to 'greek'. I think it's a form on an insult here.
"No!' shouted another. "The greeks had a different fighting style!"
I keep going. I was starting to be covered in dust. Either I was better at sword play than I initially thought, or these monsters were just crap.
"I'm not getting any sort of fighting style for her!" shouted a third. "It's like she doesn't have one."
I grinned. That's because I didn't. In a fight, I'm more like a pirate. I don't fight using a particular style or rules--there is always something that can be done to counter it and I prefer to win. That's my one and only rule: Win.
Then I heard laughter as a familiar voice shouted: "Gods, I've missed this." I looked to my left to see my grandmother wielding a sword and fighting alongside the others. She smiled at me for a second. She looked like she was having the time of her life.
Then everything went wrong. Time seemed to slow down. My grandmother quickly dispatched one monster but turned too late as another monster came up behind her. I raced to help her, my eyes widening in fear. This couldn't happen. NO I refused to let it happen! But it did and I was powerless to stop in.
The monster's claws sprouted like beanstalks through my grandmother's chest. Her smile froze on her face as she died instantly. I no longer heard anything. Time stopped. The monster started coming for me. My opened my mouth to scream but heard nothing.
My world shook. My ground was trembling beneath my feet. Anger started to bubble in my chest. As I stared at my grandmother's lifeless body. I looked back up at the monster. Lupa had taught me a wolf glare, but it was meant more for getting weak monsters and mortals to walk the other direction. This monster was nota weakling. It was strong and I should of recognized it from the mythologies, only thing was, I didn't care.
So much Hate boiled in my eyes, that even the strong beast paused for a moment. Other monsters cowered, and ran away, straight into the blades of waiting soldiers. The monster and I were at an impasse. Neither of us, wanted to make the first move.
I looked off to the side for a moment, glaring at the gash in the ground. Monsters were still trying to crawl out, but the romans had for the most part, it covered. It just needed to be closed.
There's something you should know about my temper. It makes my limits disappear. Even the moral ones. That crack was nothing. With a quick wave of my hand in vanished. Sliding closed with a resounding BOOM!
The monster was the only thing left. Others started to move towards it, but didn't even need to swing at them. The soldier tripped over large rocks, and appeared out of nowhere at their feet.
"Stay out of this!" I snapped. "Or I'll kill you too."
Silence fell. The Monster still hadn't made its move and my armor was getting heavy. I started pulling it off, piece by piece. As I did, it spoke.
"Has your temper gotten the better of you little seer?" It asked, almost laughing. "You are destined to save the gods, but how can you, when you are as unstable as you are?"
I didn't say anything. I knew I was emotionally unstable. It wasn't that hard to see, I cried over stupid things and my temper could fly out of hand, and don't even get me started on depression. See I don't get sad, or happy or angry. Those words are too weak for me. Every emotion I feel is multiplied a thousand times until I explode. It's not the most healthy thing for me to be.
"You have taken the life of someone I care about," I said finally. "You must repay your debt with your own."
"Interesting word choice," he said. "A life for a life. How, vengeful."
I grinned. I was no fool. My grandmother was a demigod like me. A daughter of Nemesis, the goddess of revenge. Both of us have no desire to own anyone a debt and we do not appreciate waiting for others to repay their debt to us.
I pulled off the last bit of armor, and held my hands out in strange stance. (Well, strange for the romans who don't watch any TV, for those that did, they recognized it as an earth-bending stance from Avatar, because I am a total dork).
I raised my hands slightly,drawing two boulders from the ground the size of houses. A collective gasp ran through the gathered Romans. The monster laughed.
"SHOW THEM!" He screamed. "SHOW THEM WHO YOU REALLY ARE!"
Words spilled from my mouth before I could stop them, as the rock spun at high velocity flying towards the monster, killing him instantly. "I am Emma Roland, daughter of Mercury, granddaughter of Praetor Evans, daughter of Nemesis. I am a seer. And I am a descendant of Gaea!" The words rose crystal clear, all everyone looked on in silence. I had more blood of the gods than most of the people at that camp could claim. I was powerful. A little too powerful.
My eyes looked with Reyna. She was staring at me, with a sort of astonished look on her face. But it quickly faded to assume one of devoid of emotion. She became the Praetor again. And I could tell I was in trouble. But just how much trouble, exactly?


Clang!
A lot of trouble, apparently, Reyna was putting me in solitary confinement. Well, it was more like an empty room with a metal door and a bed in the corner. They didn't trust me. And they had every right not to.
I sighed and curled up on the bed. It was horribly uncomfortable but it was probably supposed to be like that. I wondered just what my punishment would be. Would they kill me? Would I be booted out--left for the monsters? What?
The door creaked open. I was too afraid to turn around. A weight settled at the end of the bed as they sat down next to me. A hand grabbed my foot, and examined the shoe. "These things are so old," said a familiar voice. "Why am I not allowed to replace them again?"
I grinned as my dotting godly father smiled at me. We may not get along at times, but we do have a special father daughter relationship, many mortals couldn't claim to have. As a matter of fact, the only member of my family I've ever not gotten along with for more than two hours was my mother--and that barely lasted a day.
I yanked my foot and the ancient converse tennis shoes out of his feet. "Because they were a gift from Karla," I told him. Referring to my adult half-sister I rarely talk to, yet idol just the same. "As long as they fit, I'll wear them."
"I know," he grinned. "I just wanted your attention."
"How much trouble am I in?" I asked, curling into the fetal position.
"Trouble?" He seemed confused for a moment. Then it came to him. "Oh, the cell." He laughed. "You aren't in trouble Emma, you were just put in here, until you calmed down. Your powers can be quite strong, and well,"
He let the last bit hang in the air. We both knew full well about my unstable mind. I wanted my pills. The ones I used to take when I was a kid. My mom took me off them, so I could learn to control it on my own, but I wanted them back. They helped, and I was so clearly under a lot of stress I wasn't sure I could control it on my own.
Mercury, sighed and handed me a nice big soft plushie in the shape of a cat. I stared at it. "Please don't tell me to rip this up and read what the stuffing says, I don't think that's my talent."
He grinned. "It's a present," he told me. "It can morph in to a backpack. Try it."
I looked at him skeptically, I wasn't entirely sure what to do, but surely enough the cat plushie morphed into a backpack in the same black shade as the cat. "Cool," I grinned. "What's inside?" I asked even as I started to unbuckle the straps.
"Food and drink for getting stranded. Ambrosia and Nectar for injuries. A spare change of clothes. A dagger for self-defense. Oh, and Apollo wanted you to have an iPod, as his gift for the seer. Complete with headphones."
"Why does this sound like I'm going somewhere?" I asked. "And what music is on the iPod?"
Mercury chuckled nervously. "Uh, well, you are and whatever you want." He gulped.
"Wait, where am I supposed to go?" I asked, my voice higher than I would like, in fear. "It doesn't sound like I'm going home?"
"Well, you can't go home, everyone thinks you're dead."
"WHAT?!" I wasn't getting angry, honest, I was overwhelmed. I started hyperventilating. It's really not a good idea for someone to unleash so much information at once on someone who is as unstable as I am.
I curled into the fetal position again, as the backpack morphed back into a plushie. I clutched the cat as close to my chest as I could manage, focusing on my breathing so I wouldn't pass out.I didn't work. I blacked out.

Notes

I hope I'm getting her instability correct. Technically I'm the same, but it's been some time since I've had a meltdown. Actually, that's false, I had a meltdown just before graduation, when I nearly failed government, and almost didn't graduate, not a very good last day of school....but still, I've had to exaggerate for Emma, I hope it's still accurate though. If you like please rate comment and subscribe, I'll be waiting for feedback!

-Kim