Summary of Daughter of a Demigod.
This story is my personal imagination of what sequence of events could have unfolded after the conclusion of the Percy Jackson series of books (written by Rick Riordan).
My story starts where Percy is now a grown man and has two children, Lilliana (age 13) and Logan (age 11). This story is about them as they strive to learn more about who they are and who their missing father may be. This is part one of an ongoing story, which will have you eagerly begging for more. Lilliana is visited on her birthday each year by a mysterious figure. This ignites her curiosity on a voyage of self discovery.
A year before, Lilliana recalled the following incident…
~16th June 2024~
{Lilliana}
Creak.
I held my breath. The dream- or hallucination (I am not quite sure) -was about to begin.
Slowly, so slowly, the glass that protected my room from the ferocious wind seemed to melt into a liquid, leaving a gap big enough for a man to climb through. The wind entered my room, causing papers to flap loudly and things to clatter around; I shivered in the cold air. The sea-green curtains that my mother had hung up where billowing angrily against the wind. A shadow crept into my moonlit room, the shape of a man.
I hastily shut my eye lids; waiting for the mysterious presence to approach- like it always did.
Steady footsteps paced forwards. Getting nearer. And nearer, to me. The shadow engulfed me.
Everything was silent except for the wind howling across the room, the even breaths of the intruder and the slow ticks of my clock. My heart was by far the loudest instrument that I could hear. I could feel it pumping in my throat.
The smell of sea-breeze and chocolate chip cookies drifted across my face.
Why did I smell the sea? We were in the middle of a city, for goodness sake! And my mum doesn\'t even like making cookies!
Then, the intruder seemed to stay and stare at me, like it would be a crime to look away. Minutes passed by. I didn\'t move. He didn\'t move. More minutes passed by. The seconds seemed to last for hours. When would he leave? Was the question I asked myself, every time.
Suddenly, the clock emitted one loud TICK. Midnight.
A sigh escaped from his mouth. I heard him turn and walk in the direction of the window.
Whoosh.
I abruptly sat up in bed. I forced my gaze towards the window.
The glass was back. The wind had ceased.
I lay back down, questions racing through my mind faster than a spinning tornado: who was this man? Why did he come here every night of my birthday? Did I know him? Did I have a connection to him? I would have to wait till next year - to unlock the truth.
I closed my eyes pushing my thoughts to the back of my mind.
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