Authors Note: Hola! This is your brand new author fanficfantasies. Summery time!
This story is about a girl who makes her way to camp half-blood. A normal demi-god. But what happens to the girl who has read the PJO series? Read on to find out! Please review! No flames, or u will ruin it for all the other fans because I have low self-esteem, so if I get a flame, I'll probably stop writing.
Note: This takes place after TLO and slightly before TLH. Everything will happen in order.
Spoliers for the end of TLO!
I was sitting outside the orphanage school house twitching my foot impatiently, trying to absorb the ending of the book I had been reading. Reading on my free time is very rare for me because I have dyslexia. Sitting still is rare for me because I'm ADHD. But for this particular book, I manage it. It's hard though, because I can only force myself to read for a limited period of time, and because I have to stop and review the information in my mind every few seconds. But within a month I managed to read the last book in the series I'm reading. It's called Percy Jackson and the Olympians.
I found it in the library at the school house. I know what you're thinking. Libraries are my nightmare, and I was only there because I had only one week to finish a project that was suppose to take a month. (Procrastinator, I know.) Anyway, I was there and I pulled out a book on Greek mythology. The project was on a war, so when I found the book I decided I could use the Trojan War. But someone else already had it for a project. So I went back to return a book and in the exact spot the Greek mythology book was, was a book titled The Lightning Thief. Next to it was a list of all the other books in the series. I went to the librarian and asked if any copies were for sale. (The orphanage is small compared to most so our library doubles as a book store.) Since there was I bought the series.
My project was on a war in the book called the Titan War. I got an A+ for creativity. (I'm hardly a participant in class so to them it was a good thing I tried. They even ignored the fact that the war was fake.) Ever since then, even though I hate reading, I've been obsessed with the Percy Jackson series and all Greek mythology. I've spent every dime I have buying Greek mythology books and all of my spare time reading.
At times when I wonder, like today, why I like Greek mythology so much I think back to the beginning of The Lightning Thief.
Look, I didn't want to be a half-blood.
If you're reading this because you think you might be one, my advice is: close this book right now. Believe whatever lie your mom or dad told you about your birth, and try to lead a normal life.
Being a half-blood is dangerous. It's scary. Most of the time, it gets you killed in painful, nasty ways.
If you're a normal kid, reading this because you think it's fiction, great. Read on. I envy you for being able to believe that none of this ever happened.
But if you recognize yourself in these pages—if you feel something stirring inside—stop reading immediately. You might be one of us. And once you know that, it's only a matter of time before they sense it too, and they'll come for you.
Don't say I didn't warn you.
The strange part is I did. I did recognize myself. Most of the kind of things that happened to Percy happened to me too. Like once I was sitting in front of the orphanage's principles office while he was talking to my dorm adviser about a stunt I had preformed earlier that day. I was bored out of my mind, so I started twirling a leaf in my hand. I don't know when it started, but I found myself stareing at a leaf that was changing color, then shrinking into a bud, growing, and then changing color again. It just kept going, like the seasons were changing. I started to get a head acke watching it, so I threw it to the ground and tried to convince myself I was daydreaming.
Another time when I was about eight, I saw... this thing with one hundered hands was running down the street chucking rocks at something off in the distance. I told the teacher, but she told me it was just my imagination and to focus on my math problems. I tried to show her it, but it wasn't there anymore.
So after school that day I snuck out to see if I could find it. I ran around town for a little, but I did find it. It wasn't an it anymore. The 'it' was two boys. A chubby one was holding a skinny one on its shoulders. They were both holding eggs in there hands, their faces trained on a wall covered in egg yolks. I knelt down to pick up an egg so I could join them, but I got the worst growl from the skinny one that I've seen in my life. I high tailed it out of there.
In other words, strange things had happened to me, along with the almost tingleing feeling I felt reading that passage. But I kept reading. And I don't think that's going to do me any good.
I'm Cathy. Cathy Robingale, the crazy, ADHD, dyslexic, nuisance of a girl. It's a strange last name, I know. But I'm a strange girl. At twelve, I'm the oldest one at the orphanage. Soon I will be sent to an special orphanage just for teenagers. All the adults stay it like it's a good thing, but it's just the place that all kids who aren't adopted go. The rejects. It's like a prison for life. Well, until I get a job. But still, I'm not looking forward to it.
OK, at the end of the book, Percy wins the war by having Luke kill himself; then Percy goes back to camp; Rachel gives the next Great prophecy; Percy goes back to the real world for another year; then the end.
For some reason it didn't feel like the story was over.
Just then I heard a loud rumbling noise followed by shouting from the teacher. My thoughts kept me paralyzed for a moment, but then I looked up.
Everyone in the neighborhood was running around in panic. Cars were tipped over and the roof of someone's house was on fire. Screaming filled the air. Among them was the teacher's scream, shouting at us to go into the classroom. Immediately all the little ones obeyed, trampling in like frightened mice.
"A gorilla!" someone shouted.
I looked in the direction of the screaming and did see a gorilla. It was going wild, tearing down houses, stomping on cars, sometimes the feet got so close to someone I was surprised they were still alive.
But then my vision started to flicker. Sometimes I saw a gorilla, then a giant beast. This happened for so long I was beginning to make me dizzy when the gorilla disappeared completely and a monster was in its place. But I recognized the monster. It was a Cyclops. The Cyclops was holding a telephone poll trying to smash a boy.
The boy. He looked so familiar. Black, windswept hair, sea green eyes, the sword with a bronze blade…
Then suddenly everything clicked into place. I don't know how my brain reached this conclusion, but I knew it was true. The books didn't lie. The Greek gods exist, the war did happen, there is such thing as demigods, the war did happen, monsters do exist, the Mist is real, Percy exists..
And I know that because he's the boy fighting the Cyclops.