My first fanfiction on other than the one I co-wrote (Percy Potter, check it out)

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Percy Jackson and this is made solely for fun.

I know this kind of plot is sort of cliché but give it a chance! And review, please!

Chapter 1

I thought the day I got my letter would be full of celebration. Instead I'm running for my life.

As I dodge branches and hop over rocks, prickly leaves tearing at my pale blond hair and making my face red, I think desperately of how to be free of the creature behind me. The creature being a furious, slobbery face almost pasted to a lion's body. At first I thought it was some zoo animal who had run into a "Wanted" poster and had gotten it stuck on its head. Oh yeah, and its tail could shoot spikes. A manticore.

Mom had told me they're one of the most dangerous of beasts, because they have skin that repells all spells. But they're also supposed to live in Asia and West Europe, and be incredibly rare. I pull out my new wand, and my mind races to think of a spell from the old, hardcover books in our living room. I risk taking a look back at the monster gaining on me. "Stupefy!" The red light hits it square in the chest, but it simply snorts as it bounces off into the trees. It's only a few yards behind me when I notice a flash of color in the woods. I gasp as I spot a chubby man in blue slumped against a tree, some sort of pipes thing in his hands. He looks up and jumps when he notices me. He's too far away for me to hear him swear, but I know he is. He dashes towards me, groping in his jacket pocket. He pulls a sword and sheath so small in could be for a doll, covered with a similarly sized sheath. He tosses it towards me. I catch it clumsily as it begins to grow. Within seconds it was the size of a regular sword. Magic.

My heart is pounding, but I turn around to face the manticore. I slip off the sheath and it falls to the ground. Cringing, I swipe the sword at its head as it nears. It makes a sound that reminds me of the beginner band class at school as it explodes into a yellow powder. As the final grains settle on the pine needle floor, I twirl and stomp my foot at the man. "What- Who are you?"

His face is pale. "I'm not supposed to be on duty… he's so going to get it…" He mumbles. Then he clears his throat. "Hello, I'm Glenn, and I will be your satyr guide on your journey to camp." Satyr? I look down and realize that instead of feet, furry hooves poke out from the bottom of his feet.

"There must be some mistake, I didn't sign up for camp. But on a rather more important note, WHAT WAS A MANTICORE DOING IN THE MIDDLE OF MASSACHUSETTS?"

Glenn takes a step back, but calmly says, "How about I explain it to you on the way? Hand me my sword, will you?" I pick up the sheath and cover the long blade, surprisingly clean considering I had just killed a manticore. I hand it to him, and as soon as he touches the tip to his pocket it shrinks back to the dimensions of a letter opener.

"How does it...?"

"I repeat: on the way." I'm about to protest, but then he takes out his pipes and plays a short tune. Nothing happens. I start to speak again, but he holds up a finger. "He'll come. I practiced this like a million times." Just then a thumping sound made me glance up. A winged horse makes its way towards the clearing where we stand. I gape in amazement. It settles down with a snort, and Glenn gives it something from his pocket.

"Do you need help up?" I shake my head and easily slide onto the pegasus. I find a comfortable place right behind where the wings connect to the shoulders. Glenn jumps up and sits behind me. I tense as he puts his arms around me, even if it is for security. He makes a noise and the pegasus takes off.

"Now tell me," I demand, almost yelling because of the sound of the air rushing past us.

"Well, here's the thing. You know all the Greek gods and goddesses?" I nod my head, unsure of where this is going. "Well, they're real. And one of them is your parent."

I almost fall off the pegasus. "That's not possible. My mom is a witch. I just got my letter from Salem Witches' Institute today!"

Now he's surprised. It takes him a moment before he replies, "What about your dad, then?"

I purse my lips. "We don't talk about him much. He was a muggle, a non-magic person, but apparently he left mom when he figured out what she was."

It's silent for a long time. Then I remember not all of my questions are anwered yet. "So why was a manticore chasing me, and what's this camp you're talking about?"

Glenn sounds relieved. "Those are easier. It's around your age that demigods start attracting monsters. That's why we try to find you before they do. And the camp is called Camp Half-Blood. It's a safe place for demigods to live and train. Ah, here we are."

I look down in surprise. Pegasi must travel fast, because now we are flying high above dark green waves. Not far ahead is a shore.

"Long Island, New York," Glenn answers for me as we fly over it. In less than a minute buildings appear in the forest. The pegasus starts its landing, and I see a big blue house along with several others that must be the cabins, except they all differ in color and decorations. Next to them is a gigantic firepit area, and next to it, a dining pavilion. Mostly it looks like a regular summer camp, except for things like a climbing wall that looks deadly, a gigantic shed labled as the "armory", and stables where pegasi and other horse-like creatures roam by.

We're going to crash. Our pegasus hurtles towards the big house as I shriek. Glenn pats his pockets frantically for his pipes and plays another set of bars simular to the first. The pegasus evens out, but not quite enough. We get thrown from its back as it lands in front of the house. I'm still picking myself up when I hear a voice drawling. "Not another one."

"Mr. D, sir, a manticore was chasing her," Glenn says.

Mr. D, a pudgy man with curly dark hair wearing a Hawaiian shirt covered with slices of watermelon, looks at me, amused. "A manticore? Haven't seen one of those in ages. Almost would have guessed you're something special." I make a move towards him, but Glenn holds me back. "Ah, well I suppose you have to come inside. Chiron insists on being the one to explain anything."

As we walk up the steps of the porch, Glenn tries for conversation. "I see you have altered from your animal-print standard, Mr. D."

"Finally! Someone noticed. Yes, one of the new satyrs mistook my preference of clothing to mean I was an 'animal lover'." He shudders.

We enter through a squeaky screen door into a parlor. Standing in the doorway is a centaur. The only reason I know what they looked like (other than the obvious man/horse part) was because of the times I have spent poring over Mom's old school textbooks.

His voice is deep and kind. "I saw you coming. A new recruit, eh?" He walks over to me, each hoof-fall echoing through the room. He extends his hand. "Chiron. Well done, Mr. Glenn Underwood, quite smooth; it' obvious you are both still in one piece. I assume he has explained the whole demigod thing to you, Miss…"

"Moore. Atalie Moore." I say.

"Lovely name. Anyway, now I will go more into detail about your life at camp. And then I would like to hear more about you, Atalie." He raises an eyebrow. "Until your godly parent is determined, you will stay in the Hermes cabin. I hope you find it agreeable- just… be wary of the Stoll brothers. You will participate in the same activities as they, and-" Suddenly he stops. Everyone stares at the wall behind me. No, they are staring right above me. I look up and see a bluish light.

"Di Immortales," Glenn mutters.

"Well this makes it more complicated," Chiron breathes.

"Not another one," Mr. D grumbles.

"What?"

"Atalie Moore, you have just been claimed," Chiron says hesitantly, "as the daughter of Zeus."