Chapter one- Melanie Melanie knew that the kid was different. Different like her. He moved with a strange kind of grace, seeming to know what would happen right before it did. Like the times he wove through the hall, not touching a single other kid (Which was a real achievement at this school). Like how he always seemed to know exactly when the teacher would enter the classroom. Like how he could choose random answers on a multiple-choice test and get a perfect grade. He didn't even have to take the non-multiple choice tests, because of his dyslexia. Of course, Melanie had dyslexia too, and did she get out of tests? No. Mellie had been at this school for a week, and this kid stuck out. She had been told that there was a half-blood here, this kid had to be it. Maybe an Apollo? She pondered this, but the Apollo kids with prophecy powers were different. She had to recruit the kid and get back to camp- Aphrodite cabin was having some idiotic fashion show, and she got roped in, and if she didn't get back in time, Sparrow might be mad at her. She didn't want Sparrow mad at her... so back to the task at hand. She was certain by this point of two things: Aspen Miller was a demigod. And Opal, the pretty brunette kid, was an empousa. Also, Aspen would turn thirteen soon, so Melanie didn't doubt that Opal- if that was even her real name- knew what Aspen was. She would have to tell him today- sure, it could put him at more risk, but she couldn't allow for the empousa to get to Aspen first. The bell rang; P.E. started. Mellie took a deep breath, prayed to Athena and whatever other gods were listening, and walked towards Aspen.
New book! YES, I KNOW MELLIE IS THE NAME OF A CANON CHARACTER BUT IT NEEDED TO BE HER NICKNAME. Characters so far: Melanie- She/they - Daughter of Athena Long blonde hair, sometimes worn in a braid, and gray eyes. Aspen- He/they - parentage unknown. Dark brown, shaggy hair, light brown skin, and gold-brown eyes. Mentioned: Sparrow- she/they - Daughter of Aphrodite. Black hair worn in dreadlocks, streaked with pink and gold, large brown eyes. Opal- she/it - Empousai. Long, silky dark brown hair and really pale skin, icy blue eyes. -------------------------------- The Prophecy of Tyche When winds are wild and trees are pale, When hope and faith and all luck fails, When homes are stripped of wood and nail, When heard is the Cry of Tyche. When water leaves, puddles turn to mud, When the nymphs are covered in dragon blood, When all hopes rest on a single son, Who lives by the Cry of Tyche. Wisdom's end, love's break Birds of mind and peace will part their ways One shall be lost in the break of day, Because of the Cry of Tyche. One who controls luck's slippery sands, One who holds knowledge in her hands, One who brings them back to land, Find each other in the Cry of Tyche. Chance is always a dangerous game, But it's all that can stop the everlasting rain, He will be the wind's one bane Who hears the Cry of Tyche.
