Hi.
I'm Rain Brooke Bethany. I was eleven when this all happened to me.
If you feel something stirring inside you while reading this, stop reading immediately. Believe whatever lie your mom/dad told you about your birth.
If you're a normal kid reading this cause you think it's fiction, I envy you for being able to think that.
But if you must, carry on reading.
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I was lying on my bed in my downtown Brooklyn apartment, re-reading The Last Olympian for the hundredth time when a knock sounded on my door. I was home alone, and my mom had her key, so it was probably my best and only friend Heidie.
I throw my blankets back, stick my bookmark in its place and walk into the kitchen, where the door is located.
I yank open the door. I don't even look at the person. "HEY GIRL!" I shouted.
"Hello," said a deep, husky voice with a thick New York accent.
I yelped. Heidie didn't have a deep voice. Her voice was the same as mine, a fairly normal pitch, except my voice was always scratchier.
"May I come in?" the boy asked politely. He towered over me, as I stood at 5'2 and he was 6'0.
"Rain," he said, startling me, "may I come in?"
"State your name, age, and the reason you're here," I said. I wasn't supposed to talk to strangers, but this boy looked strangely familiar. We had the same dark, wavy black hair and sea green eyes. We were both tan and smelled strongly of the sea.
"Percy Jackson, 18, to take you somewhere," he said, sounding like the confused boy I had always imagined.
"Percy Jackson," I said. "Like, the Percy Jackson? Savior of Olympus, Percy Jackson?" he nodded.
"May I come in?" he asked for the third time.
"May I see the pen in your back pocket?" I asked. He looked at me, eyes wide in surprise, and handed me his pen.
A word was carved into the side. Riptide, it said, though I had no idea how I knew that, because it wasn't written in English.
I slowly took the cap off. The familiar sound of the pen expanding into a sword filled the air. I looked down at the magical weapon in my hands. It glowed slightly, giving the air around it a golden tint.
A girl's voice filled the hallway behind Percy. "Percy, did you find her yet?"
Then she was behind him. Choppy brown hair with strands braided, Native American skin, kaleidoscope eyes.
"Oh my gosh," I said, dropping the sword. "Your Piper McLean."
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Riptide
FanfictionRain Bethany was six when she got into the Percy Jackson and the Olympians series. She always read at a much more mature level then the other kids. When she was seven, she started reading The Heroes of Olympus. She's grown up loving these characters...
