Xyrina Wynes and the Stolen Trident 4.
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(A/N: If I get some things wrong about Percy Jackson characters or about camp half blood I am sorry.)
I didn’t really pack much. I was in the car now, riding shotgun. I hugged my bagpack tighter, looking out in the window. I just packed two pairs of jeans(including the one I was wearinog now), seven shirts(also including what I was wearing), and a pair of sneakers(the ones I’m wearing now). Which were all the things I had in my closet. We’re not poor, if that’s what you’re thinking. I’m just not that kind of person who asks for things.
“Mom? Where is this camp you’re telling me about?” I asked my mom. We’ve only been in the car for 5 minutes, but because of my ADHD, I seriously want to run outside. “Long Island. We’re almost there so just be patient.” she told me. “Mom, you’re telling a ADHD kid to be patient. Aren’t you thinking that’s kind of impossible?” I asked my mom. “Okay, okay. I’m sorry.” she simply said.
**
When we got there, my mom dropped me off to somewhere in the middle of the forest. “Uh, mom? What are we doing in the middle of a forest?” i said as i got out. She pointed behind me. I turned around, and my eyes widened. And there it was. There was an Archway as an entrance on it were some greek words that i didn’t understand, but part of me said that it said “CAMP HALF BLOOD”.”What’s Camp Half Blood?” I asked. But she just simply walked until she was infront of the archway. “Chiron!” she shouted at the top of her lungs. Just right then a half horse, half man showed up infront of us. a centaur, my mind told me. My eyes widened and the man smiled at me. “Brenda. You’re looking as lovely as ever.” he told my mom. “M-mom? w-what is going on?” i asked her, stammering. “I need to leave you now Xyrina. Promise me you’ll take of yourself. Follow whatever they ask you to do. And don’t go chasing after danger.” she kissed my forehead. “Chiron. Take care of Xyrina, I know she’ll be safe with you. And I just hope i’m not wrong” she told the centaur. “Mom? what is going on?” I asked again. “I’m not going to be the one to explain this to you. I have to leave you, ok?” my mom said. she sounded really close to crying, but trust me when i say she is the emotionally the strongest woman i know. I trusted my mom so i just nodded and hugged her goodbye. She smiled at me, and THAT was the last I saw of her.
**
“So let me get this straight. I’m a daughter of Poseidon, I’m a demigod hero whatever person who has to train alongside with other demigods here in this camp, and monsters are after me?” I asked Chiron. He had already shown me the presentation. I just found out that greek mythology is ALL real. “Wait, you told me earlier that the Big Three are not suppose to EVEr have kids since the World War II. How am I here then?” I said. I’m sorry, being stubborn is kind of my thing. I CAN”t be a daughter of a god. Can i?
“Yeah. I thought of that too. and I found out how. Were you in a hotel in Vegas?” he asked me. “YEah, it was called the lotus hotel. me and my mom went there for a vacation. my mom just suddenly said we needed to go and maybe it was just me, but since then, everything changed in new york city” i said, shrugging. “Never go to that hotel ever again. it’s a trap. it makes time go faster. you were there longer than you thought you were.” he said. “Chiron, the race’s about to–” a guy said. he had dark messy haid and green eyes. his green eyes widened as he saw me. “Chiron, who–?” he said, he seemed confused. “Ah, Percy. This is Xyrina Wynes. You half-sister” he said. I looked at chiron, “What?”. “He too is a child of Poseidon. but he was born after the treaty.” chiron explained. i stood up and walked to my so-called half-brother, he too did the same. we looked so much alike, it was so weird. it was like looking at a guy version of me. “Hi” he said. “I am Percy Jackson.” he said. “I’m Xyrina Wynes.” This was all too weird for me. “So, I really am a demigod?” I asked him. “You’re here aren’t you?” he said, smiling. “I-i can’t be a demigod. I have adhd and dyslexia, and i’m pretty sure that is not demigod material” i said. “You’re adhd is for your battle skills, it helps you to have strong reflexes. your dyslexia makes you see more than you need to see.” he explained. this can’t be happening. “Well, I have always wanted a brother.” i shrugged. “Welcome to camp half blood” and then he did something that I was not expecting, he hugged me. but that was when all hell broke loose.
Xyrina Wynes and the Stolen Trident 3.
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“What is going on?” I asked my mom. “You are better off not knowing, Xyrina. Just trust me.” she assured me. “Mom. I trust you. but maybe i can help. If you could just tell me–” I started to say. “No. I can handle this. You don’t need to help. There’s not really much trouble.” She cut me off. But she was lying. I can tell she was.
**
When we got home, she got out of the car and into out apratment faster than anyone can say ‘car’. Whatever was going on, I can tell it isn’t good. As soon as I got out of the car, I went up to our apartment. The door was wide open when I entered. The basket was on the carpet floor, I can tell it fell from the couch. I picked up the basket from the floor and brought it to the kitchen. My mom’s bedroom was near the kitchen, so when I was on my way to the kitchen, I heard voices. Mom was probably talking to someone on the phone. I continued to the kitchen and placed the basket on the counter. I could hear my mom’s muffled shouts from her room. I sighed and went to my bedroom. I really wanted to know WHAT THE HECK is going on? My mom looked very nervous the whole time when we went to the beach. She’s rarely nervous. She’s more of the calm and Collected person. I plopped on my bed face first. I sighed. I hate not being involved in something major. I sat up and crossed my legs. I’m not giving up, I’m going to find an answer. But because of my ADHD, I kept on shifting positions. And at last, I gave up, when I was already fully stretched out on my bed and I was staring at my ceiling. I couldn’t think of an answer.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door, “Yeah?” I said, sitting up. “Xyrina, honey? Can you come out here just for a while? I just need to talk to you.” My mom said from the other side of the door. “Uh yeah. Sure” I replied, getting off my bed. When I opened my door and entered the living room, my mom was sitting on our blue couch, we rarely use that couch. Just because it didn’t face the TV. I sat beside her. She took me under her arms and I leaned on her. Just like the way we did when I was 8. She played with my hair. “I know that you really want to know what I’m worried about. And be part of it. But I fell that I am not the right person to tell you these things.” She said. I simply nodded. My mom has her reason’s she always has. and I respect her for that. “Xyrina, I need you to do something for me.” She said. I sat up away from her arm, “Sure anything mom”. She smiled at me, but even that smile couldn’t get rid of that feverish look she had on her face. “I want you to take your summer vacation early and go to a camp that I’ve signed you up for.” she said. I felt my eyes widen, “Sure. But mom, are you sure? you’ve always said that education–”. “yes, Xyrina. I’m Sure. Go Pack. We’ll be leaving in an hour. ” My mom cut me off, standing up. “Now? We’re leaving now?” I asked her, also standing up. “Yes. Go Pack.” she said again, right before she disappeared into the kitchen. And for a moment, I couldn’t walk.
Xyrina Wynes and the Stolen Trident. 2
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“Mom, I’m home!” i said as i entered our house. but before i could close the door, my mom gave me a lung crushing hug. “Thank god you’re okay!” she said, pulling away. “Why shouldn’t i be?” i said, as i closed the door. “Nothing. Mr. Brunner called me, he told me about the incident” she said going into the kitchen, i followed her. “I’m sorry mom. i’m not even sure if it was my fault–” i started to say. “it doesn’t matter, as long as you’re safe” she cut me off. she was paler than usual and she was sweating. “mom, is there something wrong?” i asked her. she gave me some water. “Nothing. I’m just a bit stressed” she said. a bit stressed? she looked feverish. but i didn’t want to push it, i know she’ll tell me when she’s ready.
i left the kitchen and went to my bedroom. i wish my dad was here. i never knew my dad. my mom said he left when i was just in her womb. my mom always said that i was so much like him. she also said he also had green eyes and black hair.
it was already friday, by the way. i loved friday’s. why? my mom would always take me to the beach where she and my dad met. she loved the oceans. surprisingly, so did i. i always felt at peace whenever we go there. so i packed an extra shirt and shorts, just for the trip. i went outside to find my mom, already on the couch waiting for me. she had a picnic basket beside her. “all ready?” she asked me. i nodded and smiled.
**
the ride to the beach was really silent. we didn’t talk and my mom kept glancing around nervously. i was getting nervous. my mom didn’t normally act like this.
when we got to the beach, even the waves were acting strange. the waves were strong and huge. and the wind was blowing like crazy. the waves roared as they crashed and when they crashed they almost reached the cottages.
we went to our favorite cabin. you would always remember which one it is because it’s kind of wrecked. but every week we would try our best to fix it up a bit.
my mom layed the picnic blanket on the damp floor. i made a fire to keep us warm because of the cold wind outside as my mom prepared the food. she brought us some pie. blueberry pie to be exact. what is with all the blueberries? i don’t really know. but i don’t mind, i never get tired of my mom’s cooking.
“Mom?” she gave me a peice of pie. “Yeah?” she asked as she took one for herself. “Tell me again what’s dad like” i requested. although i’ve heard say things about my dad a thousand times, i would never get tired of it. “Well. He loved the oceans. Just like you and me. We met here in this very cabin. I would go here every Friday, like i do now. And one day he was just here. and we connected. He said i was as pretty as the oceans.” my mom smiled as she remembered. “You remind me so much of him, Xyrina.” she said, taking a bite out of her pie. “Did he have ADHD and dyslexia like i do?” i asked her. “No. He wasperfect, i’m not saying you perfect, xyrina.” she added quickly. “It’s okay, mom, i know my flaws.” i said “Why did he have to leave?”. “He had to leave because…” she drifted off, i have never asked her this question, she was reall thinking abotu it. “I don’t really know. He just had to” my mom said” she played with the last bite of her pie. we didn’t talk after that. we just stayed silent and slowly finished the pie.
“We’d better go, it’s getting late” my mom said, as i took the last bite to my last pie. I nodded and started helping my mom. Then suddenly there was a knock on the cabin door. it was a strong loud knock and the door looked as if it were about to break. The person behind the door knocked again. my mom stood up and cautiously opened the door. Behind the door was a man. he wore a suit, as if he was going to a meeting. my mom backed away from the door, “Why are you here?”. “I am here to bring you news” the man said with a sly smile. “AH, Brenda. How long has it been?” the man said. “Hermes. You have no business being here. I have heard the news. Leave” my mom said, feircly. “Who told you?” the man said. My mom didn’t answer. The man looked at me. “Ah, i see. Well, i should be leaving now” the man left. “Mom, who was he?” i asked her. “WE should go now” she said, not answering my question.
What is going on?
Annabelle Kingston (inroduction)
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a new life is all i wanted.
and yet, i end up with this.
my parents are both dead and my only family is my brother, Kyle. he’s been the one taking care of me since i was ten.
i’m already eighteen.
it’s been eight years since the death of my father.
“Anna. Hide!” my dad whispered/screamed at me before he answered the door. I trusted my dad, so i ran to the dining room and his under the table. Gunshots. i stifled a scream. I couldn’t let anyone find me. When my dad says, hide. he means don’t make a sound, don’t show youself until i tell you it’s ok or until you’re sure. i hugged my legs to my chest and started crying. ‘what is going on?’ i thought. FootSteps. suddenly two feet came in the dining room. i’m sure it wasn’t my dad’s. “James, where is she?” the man said. he said my dad’s name with total hate. “i told you she isn’t here!” my dad came striding into the room. “Bullshit” the man said. yes, i knew that word. my brother, said that word to my dad once. “Howard. i can’t let you recruit her. she’s too young” my dad said. “No one is too young” the man named howard said. “it’s too dangerous. i won’t let you” my dad said. “Fine then. believe me that someday. she will be with us” howard said. another gonshot. and then my dad fell to his knees. tears streamed form my face and i had to bite my lip to stifle my scream. my dad looked at me and shook his head. it meant don’t come out. i waited for the man to leave. and i crawled to my dad. his last words for me were ‘i love you’. i hugged him, until he wasnt brathign anymore.
my mom died when she gave birth to me. at least she died peacfully.
since then, me my brother had lived in his apartment in Manhattan.
and every night when i sleep, i dream that memory over and over and over again. as if, someone doesn’t want me to forget it.
every morning, my brother would try his best to calm me down. he would tell me in the morning that i screamed a lot and that he wanted to help me but he couldn’t.
i still went to school. my brother worked as a waiter. and i was already in my senior year.
one day, somethign else happened.
i was offered something i couldn’t resist.
Kyrax’s Revenge (Inrtoduction)
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People think it’s bullshit, but it isn’t
There are many more crazy things out there we do not know about.
I can only tell you one thing. Be careful.
But I can also tell you something about what other people don’t know. but trust me, you do not know what you are getting yourself into. this is dangerous.
no?
not fooled, eh?
haha. yeah. just kiddin’ with ya.
OKAY.
it all starts with the organization XIII.
i can’t tell you how it started. but i will. just not now.
okkkk….
here are the recent members:
I-Xenon
II-Xorro
III-Xi’an
IV-Lexi
V-Dax
VI-Max
vII-XRay (i’m not kidding that really is his name)
VIII-Romex
IX-Jax
X-Xerox (i’m not kidding either)
XI-Xenin Rex
XII-Jadex
XIII-Kyrax
yeah. just us.
but we are powerful.
serious.
I am Xi’an by the way.
I’m not going to be the one narrate this story.
but I am going to insert some of my notes from my journal, like this one.
this is my first day in the organization.
and Lexi gave me a journal as a bday gift. which is actually not today, in 5 months it’s going to be.
the organization XIII are fighting for all of our lives btw
this bullshit isn’t going to end
you know that.
Fileo is still here, to destroy us all.
why?
…
i’m gonna go ask Xenon later.
for now, you may enter our world.
but i am warning you.
you will not return to the mortal world.
you’re staying.
and they will find you.
not us.
the evil ones.
this time i ain’t kidding.
i can tell you everything about us and it won’t be dangerous, but if you enter our world , that’s when it get crazy.
i will leave you now.
(i don’t even know who i am talking to. you’re a freaking diary/journal. ah hell)
you’re on your own
so am i.
but if you were really here…
i’m going to give you one tip.
DON’T TRUST ANYONE.
-Xi’an-
Xyrina Wynes(percy jackson cover)
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everything’s okay until you accidentally make you school’s bathroom explode with water and flood one-fourth of the school.
my day didn’t really start out that way. in fact, it started out quite well. my mom, brenda wynes, made some pancakes for breakfast. and let me just tell you that, my mom’s pancakes are amazing! my mom has black hair, pale skin, and jade green eyes. i look so much like her that some people think we’re twins. although you can see the old marks on my mom’s face. the only thing we have uncommon is height. she’s…. well, i wouldn’t say small. but i am taller than her, and i’m only 13.
anyway, after that, my mom dropped me off to school. now listen because i’m only going to say this once. this is the 9th school i’ve been to. i’vee been kicked out many many times. last school i’ve been to, almost burnt down to ashes. it wasn’t my fault. but i was at the scene of the crime. and they framed me for it.
other reasons were low grades though. i’m stupid. i’m not lazy either, but i have dyslexia. and ADHD. i canNOT stay still for 5 seconds. and being dyslexic, i’m really slow. not physically, but mentally. i do not understand a word a teacher tries to tell me.
so yeah, she dropped me off. and school was ok. ok maybe not ok, but normal. normal in a way that i did not understand anything. that’s when we had free period. i was fixing my things in my locker. oh wait. before i continue, i would like you all to note that i am not one of those “popular kids”. i am mostly the girl who doesn’t talk to anyone, is at the other side of the room, and the one always picked on.
ok, on with the story. so yeah, i was organizing my things, when suddenly, Laureen grace and her two lady gaurds gathered around me. “what do you want?” i asked them. “since we only have one week before summer vacation, we decided to give you a early farewell party” she sneered. i knew what she meant when she said that. but before i could even run/walk away. her two lady gaurds grabbed both of my arms and started dragging me (oh boy, here it goes….). They dragged me into the nearest bathroom for girls. they brought me into a stall and made me drop to my knees. the lady guards let go of me. but before i could even get up and run, laureen grabbed me by my neck. and brought me near the bowl. laureen tried to force my head into the bowl and i tried my best to fight the force. but i knew i couldn’t keep it up. so i managed to kick her legs backward and make her fall. i scrambled out of the stall. her lady gaurds were at the door, as if gaurding the toilet. i looked back to the stall to see laureen already on her feet. she was angry. as she lunged at me, i closed my eyes. i didn’t know what happened next. but i heard a water explosion. like the geysers. i opened my eyes to see water erupting from the bowl and the faucets. laureen was all wet, but i wasn’t. soon enough, the bathroom was flooded.
ok. that’s it.
i know what you’re thinking, ‘wow. she’s a total freak!’. i am not a freak. i’m not even sure if i did that. i just saw it happened. and if it was me, that would be impossible. me, Xyrina wynes? control water? nuh uh. impossible. right?
“Ms. Wynes?” i looked up “the principal is ready to see you now”. i sighed, stood up, and entered the principal’s office. “Ah. Ms. wynes. take a seat.” he said. okay, believe it or not, i have not seen our principal. EVER. his name was. Mr. Craigg. i think. that’s what his name tab says anyway. although, i can’t read it well. i took a seat, “Sir Craigg. I–” ii started to explain but he held his hand up to stop me. “Actually, Mr. Craigg is not here at the moment. i assure you he will be back tomorrow. for the meantime, i am mr. brunner. your substitute principal” he said. Hmm, weird. i wonder what happened to mr. craigg. “So it says here that you flooded one-forth of the school and the girls’ bathroom” he looked at a paper. “Mr. Brunner! It wasn’t my fault! Laureen–” i started to explain again, but he held up his hand again. “other than the damage done to the school, there was no harm done. i will call your mother about this, but other than that. i will not punish you.” he said. “really? thanks, sir.” i said. “just remember to keep safe, ms. wynes. you never know what’s out there. Dismissed.” he said, signing some papers. i stood up, pondering on his last words. and then i left the room.
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