Alex Rider: Luck of the Goddess

Who is Alex Rider?

Annabeth

Three weeks later

Annabeth knew something was off about Alex Rider.

Alex Rider was just a little too perfect.

When he showed up to camp he was almost too fast, and too strong, and too smart, and took things a little too in stride to be introduced to the world.

So he was the son of the goddess of luck, but winning a capture the flag game on what, you're third day, that couldn't be just luck.

Sure maybe she was a little bitter to have lost, but Alex Rider was not like everyone else who showed up to camp.

He was a little too old for one, sure it could be chalked up to being foreign, but that didn't make complete sense.

And Annabeth could tell Alex was a fighter even before he beat up that one kid, whatever the punk's name was, because Alex Rider held himself almost... gracefully. Annabeth had seen him fight. Alex Rider knew how to fight. He had known how to fight for awhile, and knew how to do it well. His moves, the punch the kick, he was fluid, as if punching people was normal. He hadn't hesitated.

Alex had a stance that reminded her of Percy, and that scared her. He didn't walk as tall or as confidently, but he did walk like he had been beaten, like he had fought the world and won, like the only thing he wanted was to be free, like he had seen too many things to fall in line like everyone else.

Alex Rider could be a great many things, and a great leader was one of them, but not yet.

But he could.

He picked things up quickly: sword-fighting, archery, history, arts and crafts, and running.

If Annabeth had just become a demigod, she could have thought Alex Rider had been a demigod for most of his life.

It was like Alex Rider was born to be a demigod.

In the early morning hours, it seemed Alex Rider had been up for hours.

He could navigate the Ares minefield like a soldier.

It was almost as if he was.

Alex Rider was more than just the son of luck.

Alex Rider was some much more.

It scared Annabeth.

Alex Rider reminded her of Luke.

What confused her a bit was when Alex killed his first monster. He was on border duty with his sister. Annabeth was checking up, when the monsters appeared. She had taken a few on her own, and Chiara was taking on one other.

Annabeth was maybe forty feet away when it got a good hit in.

Alex had been watching from behind the barrier.

He moved faster than Annabeth.

He took on the hellhound with his sword.

He ended up ramming into it first, throwing it off his half-sister.

Alex raised his sword... and hesitated...

It got back up, showing the blood on it's terrible terrible fangs.

Alex stabbed it.

Alex Rider, despite everything, couldn't kill, even a monster without reason. That made him different than Luke, but some of his indifference, the utter bluntness he sometimes displayed, it contradicted the person she thought she saw when he smiled. It was as if he would remember something else that made stuff not funny.

But that didn't dismiss that fact that Alex Rider would be a terrible, terrible enemy, and gods help anyone that get in his way.

From the look of the bullet hole Annabeth had once glanced at, some had.

Who was Alex Rider? And what had he been turned into?

But Annabeth didn't have time to figure that out, because...

Percy went missing.

I told you. I still don't own the characters. Have fun.

I wish you all the luck in the world,

Me