Gaea was stopped a decade ago, the monsters now reside in Tartarus, and the surviving heroes of Olympus have begun new generations of demigods. Fifteen year old Yvette Grimes doesn't know anything about this, but she does know something is different...
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My toes curled over ice glazed grass, gripping myself to the floor as if not to fall. Cold air breezed passed me, cooling the tears on my cheeks and sending my hair flying in the wind. I shook the hair out of my eyes, disregarding the pounding headache growing in my brain. Where was I? The last thing I remembered...
The necklace. Oh Gods, the necklace.
My hand ran over my neck, expecting to feel the cool chain of the necklace. It was met with just freezing skin.
I furrowed my brows, and looked at my surroundings. I was standing in the middle of a field, snow falling everywhere except where I stood. The grass was ice cold, and I was barefoot despite it. I took a step, and noticed the falling fabric of a dress on my legs. The same dress from the night I got claimed. I had left this back in the Demeter cabin, didn't I?
I tilted my head up and observed the sky. Snow fell everywhere but above me. Where it wasn't snowing, the sky was was pitch black-like twilight. Where snow fell, it was as bright as the sun. My confusion grew, and I continued to walk through the field. The snow averted itself as my feet walked through it, and at that moment I felt like Moses parting the red sea.
My hands shook as I walked aimlessly through the field. Something about this seemed familiar, but I couldn't place my finger on it.
"Cash? Gwen?" I asked the emptiness. Silence answered my question, and I pursed my lips.
Suddenly up ahead, I noticed something walking toward me. It was walking steadily, not like a monster who wanted to rip me apart. As it got closer, I noticed it was most definitely had a feminine body shape. The snow around me was falling more forcefully as the person walked. I stopped in my tracks, reaching for the bracelet on my wrist. That, too, was gone. Goosebumps rose on my skin, but it wasn't from the cold. It was from the fear.
The figure got closer, and I recognized who is was instantly.
"Mom?" I croaked out.
This wasn't Katrina, but my birth mother, Demeter. Her blonde hair was twisted in a braided bun, with lilies of the valley weaved in and out. Her blue eyes were wide like her smile. She wore an identical dress to mine; thin, white fabric with imprints of flowers. Her's had a single strap going over one shoulder, while mine was long sleeved. She was beautiful.
"My girl," Demeter said.
Her smile was contagious; I couldn't help but mirror it back. As Demeter pulled me into a hug, I couldn't help but melt into it. I fit into her embrace like it was meant to be. Katrina never hugged me like this before. I buried my nose in her shoulder; she smelled like fresh soil, ripe fruit, and pungent flowers all rolled into one. How she smelled so nice, I didn't know.
Demeter pulled away, disappointing me a little bit. We were very close, and I could see she was wearing no makeup at all.
"You are so beautiful," she said as she pushed a piece of my hair behind my ear. I could say the same thing about her.
