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Warning: Expletives. Violence.

Author's Note: This is the revamped version of CH1 of DOT. To new readers, there won't be any need to getting used to, but to old readers, well, I'd like to think this is the better version of the last.

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Daughter Of Time


A museum was where people kept historical things, where events etched in time and memories and written on paper, drawn on walls, were stored.

She'd always found herself drawn to such places: where time was frozen in the face of statues, drawings and any historical artifacts.

Those things told stories of old times.

Percy Jackson drifted after her class, her gold eyes taking in everything noteworthy, memorizing the detail carefully, pretty confident in her memory.

Someone tutted up front, and she turned, scowling when she saw Mrs. Dodds. She swore that lady was the devil incarnate, or at least one of his minions. She was a bitch who always got in her way and often punished Percy for the littlest of mistakes. Well, not that the girl couldn't be blamed either as she was always rude.

Not wanting to ruin this trip, Percy followed her teacher obediently.

"...and now this, is the Big Three. The oldest and strongest of the Olympian gods, they're Zeus, Poseidon and Hades. Sons of Kronos, the Titan Lord of Time who... Ms. Jackson?"

It took all of Percy's willpower to rip her eyes away from where she saw the Greek words engraved on the walls to face her teacher. "What?"

"You don't seem to be paying attention," Mr. Brunner said. "perhaps you already know this stuff?"

"That's...Kronos eating his children..." Percy frowned, eyebrows furrowing in thought.

"Yes," Mr. Brunner didn't sound satisfied. He looked at Percy, silently imploring her to elaborate. "And he did this because...?"

"Kronos was the King Titan and..." Percy wracked her brain, trying to remember. It didn't take long for her to find the information she wanted. She sent a silent thanks to her mother who loved telling her stories about Titans when they once ruled the world. Or so she said, Percy could never comprehend why she talked about them as if they were real. "And...he didn't trust his kids, who were the gods. So, Kronos ate them. But his wife hid baby Zeus and gave Kronos a rock to eat instead. And later, when Zeus grew up, he tricked his dad, Kronos, into barfing up his brother and sisters—"

A girl squealed behind her. "Ew!" Percy scowled at being interrupted, lashing her leg back to kick the offending girl.

"—and so there was this big fight between the gods and the Titans, and the gods won." Percy finished as if she was never once interrupted. It left a bitter taste in her mouth when she told the tale of the Titans losing to the gods. "Like all stories where good always triumph," she added in a bitter sneer.

"Like we're gong to use this in real life. Like it's going to say on our job applications, 'Please explain why Kronos ate his kids'." Nancy Bobofit mumbled. Percy, having excellent hearing, heard her every word. She gritted her teeth in anger—oh, how she wanted to hurl the girl a hundred yards through the place.

"And why, Ms. Jackson," Brunner said, "to paraphrase Miss Bobofit's excellent question, does this matter in real life?"

"Busted," Grover muttered.

"Shut up," Nancy hissed, her face appearing even brighter red than her stringy hair.

Percy considered the question carefully. "It matters because it's to warn us about history repeating itself? That... if we're not so paranoid, we wouldn't be in trouble?"

Mr. Brunner blinked, clearly taken aback by her answer, but he nodded slowly. When she surmised he was satisfied with her answer and wouldn't be bothering with her, Percy retreated into the crowd, eventually falling back.

She didn't want to stay here and look at this boring stuff.

She wanted to see more. Like those Roman stuff, Mr. Brunner didn't seem too interested in them, but she had always been a curious girl and she was itching to see more.

She loved history (a favorite subject of hers); mainly because she could look back on what people of the old days did, and laugh at their stupidity.

"Ms. Jackson?"

Percy turned. "Mrs. Dodds," she said flatly. Before she could spit out an excuse, her skin prickled as goosebumps rose. She was wearing her jeans jacket, warming her comfortably so she didn't think it was the cold wind. Something was wrong.

Percy took a cautious step back when she saw the glint in Mrs. Dodds eyes. She knew that look, she'd seen it everyday since she was a child, in the eyes of her stepfather and her instincts screamed at her to run.

Another step back had her stumbling into a statue.

The head of Apollo rolled on the ground and she blanched when she realized she'd probably ruined ancient property and she'd be charged with impossible fees. Before she could ponder too long about money, a terrible screech from the monster drew her attention.

"Mrs. Dodds?" She called, jaw dropping when she saw the bat-like creature screeched. "What happened to you?! Do you need a doctor or something?"

The ADHD part of her wondered what sort of drugs her teacher was on even as she ducked when the bat-like creature dived for her, sweeping her off her feet. Percy landed on her back, wincing when she felt the dull pain of her head connecting with another pedestal.

She rolled away just in time as the -anymore-but-is-her dived for her, talons ready to rip her apart.

Her ring (a gift from her mother) made a muffled screech as she skidded about the floor. She raised her precious ring to her eyes, inspecting it but to no surprise, her ring was unscathed. The silver metal blended perfectly with the opal in the middle; if she were to sell it, she'd be rich.

She'd learned that the ring was pretty much invulnerable when she'd drop it in the washing machine, on a burning stove, and in a boiling kettle.

She hesitated, and, out of sheer instinct, rip the ring from her finger and fling it into the air.

It came back down as a scythe. Percy spent a few precious seconds of life-and-death to inspect the beauty. The top of the blade was modeled after a bird's wings, the feathers replaced by blades of different proportions and she knew it was pointy. A lighter colored gold metal was grasped by the feathered blades; the joints were an elaborate scheme of stuff but she saw the opal of her ring, and the handle was pure gold.

Okay, selling this would be more profitable than her ring. Wow, this had got to be worth billions!

Percy fumbled with the scythe, trying to find a proper way to hold it.

Mrs. Dodds-not lunged, this time, Percy didn't run. She raised the scythe and swung it when the monster came in range. She expected it to dodge like all evil, crafty villains from the movies do, but the monster merely disintegrated.

She didn't believe it was so easy just as she didn't believe it was real.

When it came to self-denial, Percy was an expert, it took her three seconds to realize she was daydreaming. Even the scythe was gone and all that left in her hand was her ring.

Why did she take it off in the first place?

Her fingers twitched; must be because her skin was itchy.

Percy brushed the gold dust out of her face and hair, slightly disgusted, the dust smelled like sulfur. Which was poisonous, she wondered what sort of teacher Mrs. Dodds was, to poison her.

That old hag was going to get sued.

Cursing as she continued to pluck wring gold dust out of her hair and clothes, she made her way back to where her classmates were. As she expected, no one missed her.

She elbowed the nearest girl. "Where's Mrs. Dodds?" At the blank stare she got, Percy added, "The other chaperon."

"I though you hated her," The girl, some kid named Alice or shit, said, frowning. "why would you be looking for her now?"

"Look, kid"—Never mind the fact that she was probably younger, having been born in August while Alice was born in the month of January if she remembered correctly—"that's none of your business, I just want to know where that hag is."

"Ms. Kerr is in her mid-twenties, last I checked," Alice said, matching Percy's frown. "Who's Mrs. Dodds? The janitor?"

"The other chaperon is Mrs. Dodds," Percy snapped impatiently, tugging meanly on the girl's auburn hair. "There's no Ms. Kebab or anyone."

Alice slapped her hand away, glaring irritably at the golden-eyed girl, and jabbed her thumb in a direction behind Percy. "Oh, yeah, nice joke. That's Ms. Kerr behind you and she's coming now," A smirk. "to reprimand you, I don't doubt it."

She left, her auburn hair flowing behind her, leaving Percy to deal with a perky blonde teacher who gently 'chided' Percy about being nicer to her classmates.

Percy spent an hour with sore legs listening to her teacher chatter on. Man, even Mrs. Dodds was better than this. This trip was turning out to be even worse than she'd predicted.

Just as Percy drifted past the hotdog stand, her ears pricked as the wind blew words into her ears. She raised her head when she heard someone saying her name.

A scrawny boy with a forming goatee was talking to Mr. Brunner—she dimly recognized the brat as Grover Under-something, Underpants maybe, Percy snickered at her own joke—his arms waving wildly as he spoke.

"... worried about Percy, sir." Grover's voice was muffled because of the distance. Hoping that she wasn't being too obvious (well, subtlety was not her specialty) Percy inched closer to get a better hearing range.

"... alone this summer," Grover was saying. "I mean, a Kindly One in the school! Now that we know for sure, and they know too—"

"We would only make matters worse by rushing her," Mr. Brunner said. "We need the girl to mature more." Percy couldn't see his face but she could practically hear the frown in his words. "But there's no doubt she is involved, she is strong enough to take on a Fury with no training and no weapon... this is troublesome indeed. I fear..." he faltered.

"But she may not have time. They assumed it was her because of her heritage and by the summer solstice dead line—"

"Will have to be resolved without her, Grover. Let her enjoy her ignorance while she still can."

"Sir, she saw her..."

"Her imagination," Mr. Brunner insisted. "The Mist over the students and staff will be enough to convince her of that."

"Sir, I ... I can't fail in my duties again."

Which idiot out there would assign Grover duties?

Grover's voice was choked with emotion. "You know what that would mean." Percy wasn't cruel by nature, she was just blunt and straightforward with no inkling to subtlety; but plainly, she didn't think Grover would succeed in anything and he was failing in class already.

"You haven't failed, Grover," Mr. Brunner said kindly (Favoritism, Percy thought). "I should have seen her for what she was. Now let's just worry about keeping Percy alive until next fall—"

Percy was so surprised that her grip on her hotdog slipped. Fortunately, she got it in time. Unfortunately, her shoes scrapped the ground and both teacher and student looked at her.

"Percy, dear!"

The girl jumped in surprise when she heard Ms. Kerr's voice. She had never been so glad to see that perky blonde woman, but she was, and she allowed the woman to guide her away from the guys and led her to where the vending machines were. She smiled at Percy, holding out a drink.

The golden-eyed girl accepted it.

She inspected her blonde teacher; getting past the woman's totally disagreeable personality (not that Percy had the right to complain), she was rather beautiful and good company she supposed.

"You know," Ms. Kerr was saying. "it's not nice to eavesdrop."

"You were stalking me," Percy sneered.

The woman chuckled. "True, but I was having the same suspicions as Grover and Chiron. He didn't exactly say how his daughter is like, but seeing you in action, I knew instantly you're his daughter."


"Your time has come," Ms. Kerr said, her smile slipping, the first time Percy had ever seen her without a smile. The serious blue eyes gazing back up at Percy unnerved her.

Percy took an involuntary step back.

"Who're you?" She clenched her fists. "Are you like Mrs. Dodds?"

"Denial is never the way, Persephone Andromeda Jackson," Ms. Kerr—if that was even the woman's name—said, smiling. But the smile was no longer innocent and sweet, but cunning and sympathetic. Looks were deceiving, Percy thought grudgingly. "As for who am I..."

She stood, her hand reaching out to brush the stiff Percy's face.

"I'm Tethys."

The wind blew wildly, striking a tree, severing the branch from where it was and Percy stumbled back just as the heavy branch came crashing down.

When she raised her head, Tethys-Ms. Kerr-whichever was gone.

No matter how hard she tried, Percy couldn't keep that day out of her mind. She was even more out-of-it than usual, and Ms. Kerr and Mrs. Dodds had already been replaced by a serious, grim teacher she was expecting to turn into a monster. Her new algebra teacher was breaking the rules. His hair was undoubtedly dyed silver, and he always wore glasses to class.

He looked miserable when he faced snotty brats like them.

Well, the feeling was mutual and Percy and her classmates didn't hesitate to make that feeling clear. Well, all except Grover who was completely and utterly terrified of the new teacher.

Seriously, what sort of guy was named Ian Piercer? And she didn't miss how that teacher kept shooting her odd looks now and then, especially whenever she spoke.

She shook her head in disbelief; why was she always surrounded by freaks?

Time ticked by.

Question: Is the pairing agreeable?