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My Life as the Daughter of Poseidon: Book One: True Me, True You

I'm Not a Daughter of Ares

It was time for the campfire, and Chiron had me and the rest of us unclaimed's stand at the foot of the fire. I stood there, arms across my chest. All of a sudden, a red boar appeared over my head. I screamed, knowing exactly what it meant. "It can't be!!!" How was I a daughter of Ares? Truth was I knew it was wrong. I just didn't know how that was possible. Then, seconds after me, a pink dove above Alisia's head. Made perfect sense to me. Then, purple swirl of mist, sorry, the Mist, above Shera's head, and a gold bow and arrow above Marco's. Once we explained to Alisia who Aphrodite was, they all were happy, but me. And that's how life went on for about two weeks. Since Lou Ellen and Shera were the only kids in the Hecate cabin, they agreed to sneak me in every night so I didn't have to sleep with the Ares kids. It wasn't because I couldn't hold my own with them. Example?

"Hey? Clarisse?!" I yelled in the arena, after picking the only sword that didn't completely feel off-balance in my hand. But that was just for show. "What, punk?" she growled. "Feel like some hand to hand combat?" I asked, dropping my sword into the dust. "Sure, punk!" she said happily, dropping her own sword. I realized we were attracting quite a crowd. That was the point. We circled each other, getting ready to spring. Then she sprung, but I was faster, dodging, swirling around her, and I kicked her in the back of the knees. It might not sound that bad for a child of Ares, but I was wearing combat boots. Clarisse flinched, and I took the opportunity to dig under her collarbone hard, and get in front of her, kicking her shins, and when I was sure she was ready, I flattened my fingers out on my right hand, and jammed it into her bellybutton. She crumpled, and I pushed her at the shoulder, and when she fell over, I pushed my forearm against her throat, and my knee against her stomach. "One, two, three, hup!" I yelled, got up, and extended my hand to her. We fist bumped, and she said, "Respect, punk!" That night was when it happened.

Notes

Something exciting is coming!!!!

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(o.o)

-Emily

Comments

@Constrictor
Thank you!! You really made my day.

@ThatRandomPJOFangirl
No problem. I honestly love the story. Sure the chapters are short, but you got a good plot. :)

Constrictor Constrictor
3/10/15

@Constrictor

Really? Thanks!

Amazing job. I really love the hard work and characters you put in this. :D Good work.

Constrictor Constrictor
3/10/15

@ThatRandomPJOFangirl
I know