Daughter Of Hera Chapter 4

Chapter Four: Sybella
Ones of My Kind
I wanted to curse. I wanted to scream. I knew I should hate my mother, but when I looked at her, all my anger melted away and I couldn’t help but move forward. I tried to stop, but my body just kept going. I pressed the button on the end of my spear and it changed back into a flash drive, which I tucked into my pocket as I drifted over. I realized I was still flying and willed myself to land, but it was no use. When my feet touched the ground, they kept moving forward.
After about thirty seconds of my mind fighting my body, which made my feet stop and go, little by little, I reached Hera. She smiled.
“I knew you couldn’t stop yourself. No one really can.” She told me. The goddess placed her hand on my forehead. A wave of warmth washed over me. “Now you can identify monsters quicker. Let’s get you to Camp Half-Blood and away from this foul place.” She took a step back so she could hold out her hand. I paused.
“Mother?” I asked.
“Yes?” she responded.
“What is this place?” I wondered.
“We’re in what is known to some people as Dead Africa.” She told me. I frowned.
“What’s that?” I continued.
“It’s your old home.” She said simply. Those four words scared me half to death and I grabbed her hand. She smiled encouragingly at me and we disappeared in a beam of light.
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When I blinked open my eyes, Hera was gone. I was alone on a hillside overlooking a beautiful valley. Strawberry fields covered the area, along with a large house and several other buildings. I stood next to a lone pine tree and had a strange feeling that it was special.
As I watched, seven teenagers came out of the big house; four boys, three girls. The two in front, a girl and a boy, were holding hands and looked about one or two years older than the rest. From the distance away I was, I couldn’t make out many features, but the girl had curly blonde hair up in a ponytail and the boy was a little taller and had messy pitch black hair. I guessed they were boyfriend and girlfriend.
There were two other pairs near each other, too. One consisted of a bigger guy with black hair in a buzz cut, and a younger girl that was probably a little older than me. She had brown curly hair that fell around her shoulders and darker skin. The other two were holding hands and looked solemn. The girl had brown hair with some parts braided with what looked like feathers. Next to her was a muscular guy with blonde hair that was carrying a sword. I immediately disliked him. I’m not sure why, but he seemed too overconfident.
I looked at the last kid. It was a scrawny boy who trailed behind the blonde guy and brown haired girl. He had curly black hair and a face that looked like it was once goofy and carefree, but now he looked depressed and lonely. I wondered why. The other couples walked away into areas I couldn’t see. The woods, some of the smaller buildings, a large arena like place that I could only see half of due to trees.
As I stared at the last boy he looked up and met my gaze, and I had a weird feeling that he was a lot like me.