by Raine, Eliza
Olympus Academy
The Complete Series
Eliza Raine
Copyright © 2020 by Eliza Raine
All rights reserved.
No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
Editors: Kyra Wilson, Brittany Smith
This series is dedicated to everyone who is scared of living a boring life. There’s something out there for everybody xx
Contents
Book One
The Titan’s Treasure
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Book Two
The Demon Demigod
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Book Three
The Jinxed Journey
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Thanks for Reading!
Secret Epilogue
The Titan’s Treasure
Book One
1
What kind of mother abandons their daughter on the day of their birth, promises to see her on her sixteenth birthday, then doesn't show up?
I knew it. I knew I shouldn't have got my hopes up. I mean, if my Mom wasn't interested in meeting me for the last sixteen years, why did I think she would turn up today?
My dad's voice echoed through the disappointment consuming me. She never wanted to leave you, Dora. But she’s not allowed to see you. She’s from another world, it’s not her decision.
Yeah, right. I looked at the smooth pebble I’d picked up from the beach and was nervously passing from hand to hand, then hurled it as hard as I could at the waves. I didn’t see or hear it sink under the water, the ocean was too rough, the crash of the waves too loud.
I may only be sixteen today, I thought, but if I had a child of my own, I wouldn’t be able to ignore them their whole life. I knew dad said that she wasn't allowed to see me, but that wouldn't have stopped me. I’d have broken the rules. I swung my legs off the large boulder I was sitting on and picked up a fistful of stones. I would have found a way to break the rules. I would have done anything to meet my own daughter. I launched the whole handful of stones at the water, getting some small satisfaction from the pain in my arm as I overextended it, but it ebbed away when the rocks disappeared harmlessly into the ocean foam.
I looked down at the stones under my new red Converse. I could pick up more and throw them at the useless sea. Or I could just go home and spend the rest of my birthday with my dad and my little sister. The people who loved me enough to buy me brand new shoes for my birthday. I wiggled my toes, admiring the contrast between red and white, then blew out a long sigh and began trudging across the rocks, back home.
‘Pandora!’ My little sister, Mandy, looked up from the kitchen table as I let myself in. Her small, chubby arms were covered in flour and she had pink smears all over face. I laughed as she scowled and tried to hide the cake on the table. ‘You weren’t supposed to be home for ages!’
‘I know, Mandy, I'm sorry. Don't worry, I'm not looking, promise.’ I shielded my eyes and squeezed around the table, to the door. ‘Where's dad?’ I called, as I left the room.
‘Upstairs,’ her little voice answered. Mandy was six, going on sixteen. I peeked around my fingers and grinned as I looked at her, standing up on a chair, biting her tongue between her teeth as she squeezed a piping bag.
My grin had disappeared by the time I got to the stairs though.
When I was ten Dad had finally started answering questions about my Mom. He hadn’t really had a choice, to be honest. He was adopting Mandy, and it was too much for me. I couldn’t understand why nobody cared that I didn’t have a mother, and how they thought it would be OK for this new baby not to have one either.
Dad had told me that he only spent a few weeks with my Mom, a summer fling, and that when she had told him a month later that she was pregnant, he had been willing to do the right thing and make a go of a life together. But my Mom had told him that wasn’t possible. She was a sea nymph, from another world, and she was not allowed to bring back a baby born of our world. I asked dad why he had believed such a story and he said that she proved it to him. He wouldn’t tell me what she did, though.
She told him that when I was sixteen she would be allowed to meet me, and see if I had any of her sea nymph powers. When I was ten I thought this was the best thing I had ever heard. It was over a year before dad could get me to stop trying to control water with my mind, or dive as deep as I could underwater, or hold my breath until I got faint. But the older I got, the more the story seemed like nonsense. Something to cheer up a confused and sad child with no mother.
I could hear Dads electric shaver humming in the bathroom and I leaned on the door frame as I knocked on the door. There was shuffling from inside, the shaver cut off and dad pulled the door open. His warm, weather-beaten face fell when he saw me, and for the first time, tears stung the back of my eyes. His disappointment was worse to see than mine felt.
‘That didn’t take long…’ he said, hesitantly.
‘Dad, you know, I won’t hate you if you just admit now that you made it all up. I mean, making me sit on the freezing beach for an hour on my birthday is taking it a bit far but… I get it. If you just said it all to cheer me up as a kid, I won’t hate you.’
He reached for my hand.
‘Dora, I didn’t make it up,’ he said softly. ‘She said she would be there. On your sixteenth birthday. I’m so sorry.’
He pulled me into a hug and I wrapped my arms gratefully around him.
‘I… I never thought she wouldn’t be there,’ he said eventually, stepping back and gripping my arms. ‘But it doesn’t matter. Mandy’s making you a cake.’ His brown eyes twinkled hopefully as he spoke.
It did matter though. It mattered so much.
‘Dad, why didn’t she come? Why has she never come?’ A lone tear spilled down my cheek and dad winced.
‘I’m sure she wanted to, sweetheart.’
‘You don’t know that. You don’t know anything!’ I regretted shouting the words the second I said them, but I couldn’t keep the swell of anger down. ‘To get my hopes up all these years, to think I was going to meet my mysterious sea goddess of a mother, to have to convince myself that you weren’t crazy! It was all for nothing!’ I kicked the door frame and Dad’s face went stern.
‘Pandora, stop. For a start, I’m not crazy. You’ve seen the news, you know as well as I do people are starting to believe in the Gods.’ I scowled at him and folded my arms. ‘If she didn’t come, there must be a reason. Go back tomorrow. Don’t give up hope.’
I shook my head, hard enough to hurt.
‘No. No way. If she’s not interested, then neither am I.’
‘You’re being stubborn,’ dad said.
‘I mean it. I’m through. I’ve never needed a mother, why should I let one make me feel like this now?’
Pain flashed across Dad’s face and he closed his eyes. I noticed for the first time that half of his stubbly beard was clipped short, but the other half was still long. His dark hair was nothing like my shining blonde locks. Our eyes were the same though. Deep, dark brown.
‘I’m sorry, dad, but I do mean it. I don’t need her. And I’m not going back.’
He opened his eyes and looked at me.
‘If you say so,’ he said casually. ‘But we both know you will.’
‘No. I won’t.’
‘Yes, you will. I know you, Dora. If there’s any chance she might be there, curiosity will win out.’ He stepped back into the bathroom and shut the door.
He was wrong. Sure, I’d wonder if she would ever show up on the beach. But there was no way I was sitting and waiting for her until she did. This time, my curiosity would not get the better of me.
2
The wind whipped at my hair and I pulled my hoodie tighter around myself as I sat on the rock the next afternoon, scowling at the crashing waves. I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t stay away. I did try though. After I got in from another day of attempting to be all but invisible at college, and failing, I’d taken Mandy to the thrift store to find a new book to read. I’d hoped that going out and keeping busy would have stopped me thinking about my Mom, but it hadn’t. What if she showed up? What if…
A ship far in the distance, just a speck, blew its horn, the sound echoing across the empty beach. I wished it wasn’t too cold to swim. I wished I lived somewhere the water was warm all year round. Maybe Hawaii. Yes. I’d move to Hawaii. I blew out a sigh and rubbed my hand across my face. What would be the point? I’d just get bored and restless and into trouble somewhere else.
The ship was getting bigger. That was weird. Ships didn’t usually come close to shore here. I squinted at it, pushing my windswept hair out of my eyes. It looked like a container ship except… except it was shimmering in and out of focus. And I could swear that… were those tentacles? I got slowly to my feet, walking down as close to the waves as I dared in my new shoes. It really looked like the ship was growing tentacles, giant purple protrusions dipping in and out of the ocean as it chugged towards me. Wait, towards me? Why was the ship now facing the shore? I took a hesitant step back. It must have been moving fast, because it was growing by the second. Suddenly, the whole ship flickered, and in its place was the most gigantic octopus I had ever seen. That anyone had ever seen. I gasped and it was gone again, the container ship back, the odd flash of purple tentacles around it in the waves.
Something was wrong, my brain registered. I should get dad. But… If I left I might miss something. What if I got back and the weird ship was gone? I needed to find out what was going on.
It was close now, almost close enough to make out details on the top deck, though I could only really see it from the front. Wouldn’t the sea be too shallow for it to move soon? The ship flickered again as I stared, and this time it didn’t flicker back. My mouth fell open. The thing speeding towards me had a shining, bulbous head the size of a house, it’s tentacles lifting and flailing around it, lined with suckers and slapping into the churning water. I stumbled backwards, up the beach. I should have turned and run. But I couldn’t stop staring at the creature. I mean, I’d heard of giant octopus and squid before but… surely this was too big to be real?
One jet black eye as big as a car seemed to fix itself on me and I stumbled to a stop. What would it do when it ran out of water? I looked left and right up the beach, but there was nobody around. Suddenly a wall of water shot up in front of me, where the waves met the rocks, and I cried out in surprise as cold ocean spray covered me from head to toe. There was a distant roaring sound and I took another involuntary step backwards as the shadow of the octopus smashed against the growing, foaming, water wall.
‘What-’ I started, but trailed off as a figure stepped through the water. She was only a few feet in front of me and she stopped moving as soon as she saw me. She was wearing a skin-tight wetsuit that shimmered purple, almost like scales, and gold bands ringed both of her wrists almost to the elbow. Swirling blue eyes regarded me, her serious face framed by white blonde hair.
‘Mom?’ I whispered.
She raised her eyebrows.
‘You look like him,’ she said.
‘I… errrr…’ My mind blanked. Was my Mom really here? There was a muffled screeching sound over the roar of the water and my eyes were drawn over her shoulder. A purple tentacle tip was poking through the huge wall of water. ‘What’s that thing behind you?’
‘Sea demon. Trying to kill you. It wouldn’t have been able to see you until today but now that you’re sixteen-’
‘I was sixteen yesterday,’ I interrupted her. Part of me knew that wasn’t the most important point to make right then, but the words just tumbled out.
‘Oh. Right. I thought it was today,’ she answered. I stared at her, waiting for an apology, or an excuse or an explanation. She stared back, unsmiling. Another tentacle pushed through the water, further this time, catching my eye again.
‘Why does it want to kill me?’ I asked, my mind racing too fast for me to keep up. My Mom was here. The woman I’d wanted to meet since I was ten. She was rescuing me from a giant octopus with a magic wall of water and… and this was just not how I’d pictured this day turning out.
‘You don’t belong in this world anymore. It’s drawn to things that don’t belong.’
‘Where do I belong then?’ I asked, my brows creasing together.
‘Olympus.’ She raised one arm and the wall of water pulsed, the tentacles peeking through vanishing with another screech.
‘What’s… what’s Olympus?’ I asked. It wasn’t what I wanted to ask. I wanted to ask a hundred things, starting with ‘why did you leave me?’ But the woman’s stern face and matter-of-fact voice was throwing me off completely. And the sea demon did seem to be the more pressing matter to deal with.
‘Olympus is the world of the gods. You can only live there if you have magic, or if you’re lucky enough to be born there.’
That stopped my racing thoughts in their tracks.
‘Wait, and I belong there?’ I gaped. ‘I have magic?’
‘If the demon is trying to get to you, then yes.’ Her gaze softened slightly as she said, ‘if I hadn’t been here it would have. Why did you not run?’
‘I…’ I faltered. Dad had asked me that question so many times. Why didn’t you run away? Why did you stop to see what was happening? Why couldn’t you just leave it alone? ‘I wanted to know what it was,’ I
said, lamely, looking at my hands.
‘You were not fearful of it?’
‘Well, I guess, but I didn’t really think it was real,’ I admitted.
‘Not real? You are a fool.’
I scowled.
‘Wait a minute, you can’t show up after sixteen years and start calling me names!’ I protested.
‘Shush,’ she said, and indignation swelled inside me. Who did this woman think she was?
‘Why did you leave me?’ I asked, anger finally taking over.
‘We need to go now,’ she said.
‘What? No, answer the question!’
‘We are going, now,’ she said, and stepped towards me.
‘No!’
