- A Percy Jackson one shot –
“So nice of you that you wanted to help me with decorating my new place.”I told Sierra as we moved around in my new tree house. It had been a present from my mother, Demeter, after my first quest that saved Zeus life from the poison of the Olympian hunters. I didn’t find the time back then to make this place homey so it had to wait until now.
“It’s okay.”the black haired girl assured me with a shrug from her shoulders. “It’s not like I had something else to do.”. Sierra’s piercing blue eyes rested on the bulletin board that hung above my desk which was covered in pictures. A small smile played on her lips.
“Wow, you have a lot of pictures.”she remarked. “Yeah…”I replied as I took a stand next to her. “Most are from the past though.”. I pointed at a picture of a younger me eating an ice cream cone in front of a habitat filled with penguins.
“That was my first trip to the zoo.”I told the other demigod. “My dad took me there when I was about five. Oh, and that’s one of my very first pictures.”. I pointed out the image that showed a basinet that seemed to be woven out of grass in which a baby was sleeping. “I think dad took that one the same day he found me on his doorstep.”I mused.
“You can see you’re a daughter of Demeter.”Sierra spoke softly. “The basinet of woven grass,”she next pointed at a picture of four-year-old me surrounded by flowers, “grown yourself?”. I nodded with a smile.
“And of course Percy can’t be missed on your memory wall.”she spoke. My eyes searched out the picture of Percy and me in front of our old school building when we had just started high school before they travelled to the more recent pictures: us in our Camp Half-Blood shirts, hanging out at the beach while stealing a kiss, me beating his ass during sword fighting…
I glanced at my friend and saw she looked kind of sad.
“Hey Midnight… Are you okay?”I asked as I placed my hand on her shoulder. Sierra sighed and ran a hand through her short black hair that got lighted up by the dark blue streaks through it.
“I… I just wish I had that.”she said and nudged with her head towards all the pictures. “Memories of my past.”. “Oh, Sier-bear.”I whispered and hugged her sideways. The girl had no memory of her past.
All she knew was that her name was Sierra Trent and that she was the daughter of Tartarus. He didn’t deserve the father-of-the-year award at all since he was the one responsible for Sierra not having any memories of her past plus he corrupted her with his darkness and used her for a long while to clean up his messes.
Slowly I pulled back from the hug only to see how my friend tried her best to keep her tears inside.
“You may not know anything about your past.”I said as I reached for a purple coloured shoebox and opened up the lid. “But the thing is, you don’t really need to. Your past doesn’t determine who you are, your present and future does. And you know what the best part of it all is?”.
Sierra shook her head on which I smiled and started to pin more pictures from the shoebox on my bulletin board.
A picture of Morgan, Sierra and me in our mermaid forms when we went on our quest together and a second one of our ‘land outfits’ from that same period.
One of the three of us and two certain red headed boys which we met at a concert of the Hexes during our adventure.
A group pic from our team ‘Demi-girls’ from during Team Terrific.
Some snapshots from the many Disney marathons at Morgan’s house.
I stepped back and glanced at Sierra who was smiling at all the captured memories from which she was part of.
“You can always make memories.”I told her. Sierra giggled. “Let’s start than.”she spoke smiling and grabbed my photo camera from my desk before she pulled me closer to her. “Selfie time!”she yelled before she looked at me unsure. “That… That is the right term, right?”.
“It is.”I said giggling myself before we both stuck our tongues out at the lens while Sierra pressed the button. With a flash a picture was taken and just like that I realised something… I needed a bigger bulletin board.