Short little something I wrote awhile ago. Not updating anything recently, but I’m still alive! ... Somewhat.
Summary: Claire Wu, prodigy pianist and singer extraordinaire, one day discovers that her long-envied musical talents are not quite as useful as she’d once thought. What use is a pretty voice when you’re facing down hideous monsters and gruesome demons of legend? [OC, AU]
Warnings: None, I don’t think. Although, it might be a tad bit darker than the usual PJO fic later on, just saying…
Disclaimer: I do not own PJO or any of Riordan’s other works.
Claire Wu is twelve years old and performing in a high-end piano concert in Chicago when her entire world is quite unceremoniously upended via five hundred pounds of fire-breathing dinosaur, and this is how it happens:
Dim lights. Hushed whispers. She still remembers it. In that golden moment, there is only the white-black keys of the piano that exists in front of her, as the world around her fades away and her awareness narrows down to the music trembling at her fingertips and the song that flutters butterfly-light in her throat.
… It lasts for all of three glorious seconds until something crashes through the left side of the stage, sending wood, plaster, and god knows what else flying everywhere in a complete mess. Hushed whispers in the faceless crowd suddenly turn into alarmed gasps, and Claire is vaguely aware of someone hollering “Call 911!” in the background in midst of it all, if only because she freezes when she catches sight of just what had crashed her performance with such an awful timing.
(And no, it wasn’t a fire-breathing dinosaur. Patience, yeah?)
It was a boy. Two boys, actually. Two boys and a… goat? It was a little hard to tell in the beginning, given their spectacularly destructive entrance.
“Motherfucking ow last time I listen to you I swear–”
“Well I didn’t hear you coming up with any better plans, smartass!”
“C-Can we just keep going, please? I don’t think we lost it just yet–”
And then what little still remains of the wall is completely obliterated as something much, much larger than the eclectic trio comes crashing through.
(Yes, it’s the fire-breathing dinosaur.)
