Marisa Pen and the Olympians
The Loyal Traitor

AN: First story, whoopee.

Give me constructive criticism, flames will be used for a bonfire. :)

Prologue

Hello, my name is Marisa Penn. I'm dyslexic, ADHD, and OCD. People call a me a freak, but honestly; I don't give a damn. They can hate all they want but, they're still mortal. And me? We'll, I'm a Half-Blood. In this diary, it contains my life up until now. •w•

Chapter One
Strange Happenings

I was heading home like I normally do, accompanied with my best friend, who coincidentally was my neighbour. We were about two blocks away from the apartment where we lived with our parent, although; I don't think I've ever seen his dad before, huh.

Then things started getting really weird, I could've sworn that people were just staring at us, it made me really uncomfortable with all their eyes on me, I would've said like six sets of eyes laid upon me, while two more pairs of my friend, Marcus Herse; but, I call him Marc for short. So naturally we sped up towards our building, and like usual; Marc joined me in my home, a small area of rooms, but it gets the job done.

My mom immediately talks to us like she was expecting us, weird right? She didn't even pan her head near us, she was just making some grub for her job as a catering gal. Strangely enough, when I'm with her I'm usually carefree, but I didn't feel like that at all, the air felt tense around us, or at least me.

"How was school?" She always started a serious conversation with that phrase, I tensed up and barely croaked up an answer.

"It was fine, nothing new" Man, this is so awkward.

"Well, how would you like to go on a trip to grandma's?"

"T-that'd be nice" I stuttered, completely insecure with the new air that settled between us, it was a weird mood; I shifted side to side, glancing onto Marc, who just looked oblivious to everything, oh how I wish to be in his shoes.

My mom turned around and gave us a smile, although it seemed more like a smirk than anything else. Well then! Let's get packed." She suddenly exclaimed.

I looked up a bit more and saw her face, it was sorta normal, but- I don't remember that mole on her cheek, plus her eyes looked a bit glassy, and fogged up. You'd think that I'd remember her face correctly after living with her for twelve years.

I headed off into my room, Marcus absent; his dad apparently needed him for some duty. I opened my closet and looked around everywhere, only old, barf-smelling sweaters scattered aimlessly, I wrinkled my nose in disgust and slammed the door harshly. I got out a piece of paper and taped a warning sign onto it. Okay, so, the next place is... under the bed! I tilted my body and found what I was looking for; the small briefcase, I struggled to pull it out, and hopelessly tried to put it on the bed, I wasn't muscled at all, gosh, I feel like one of those stereotypical teenagers. I shoved the essentials into the case; tons of clothes, my iPod Classic which I found, lost in the sidewalk, and also something else, my diary– dear god, I might be one of those stereotypes.

I heaved my case out of my door, and panted heavily. "Curses" I mumbled to myself, mocking myself of my lack of strength. We were then ready to leave, car prepped and all; I sat down into the car and waited for mom to enter.

When she did enter, the world outside felt obsolete, out of place, mismatched; almost as if the space in the car was it's very own bubble. Marc just suddenly popped up out of nowhere, he knocked on the door's window five times; we made a knocking system, and five meant urgent news, bad stuff. I tried to roll down the window but it was locked, so I asked my mom.

"Hey, can you unlock the windo-" Then, bam. "No" I was stunned at the response I got, I mean there was literally no reason to not unlock them. Angered, and possibly upset at my mom, I unlocked the door and got out, to talk to Marc.

"What's up?" I was interested by what could be wrong.

"We have to get away now!" He sounded really paranoid and the look on his eyes signified that thing were heading down; deep. I took a deep breath and asked.

"Like, town on fire bad? Or, gods rampaging through New York?" I subtlety joked, hoping that the situation wasn't as bad as it seemed.

"Number two" He gazed into my eyes, with all the seriousness he could muster out of his voice. I was shocked.
Like, gods? Greek gods just acting like Godzilla. My god, the mere idea of that sent chills, and a sliver of laughter down my spine. Thunder rumbled in the background as if it heard me.

I was silent, and then my OCD went into overdrive, I saw every inch of his body, and could help but need to nitpick at the horrendous details of his crumpled shirt, coffee stained jeans, messy hair.

That wasn't the worst of it. My moms voice just came in behind me causing me to turn around, and was shocked to say the least. Her face, was definitely not my mom's; the eyes, cold, hard, calculating; seeming as if it was piercing through my skull, and her voice– oh god her voice. It was skull-shattering, and demonic.

"I've worked too hard for you to just run away, missy" My mom-no, that monster said, my pupils shrunk at the tone of her voice, I was frightened, I quickly held onto Marc's quivering hand, and grasped and intertwined them together.

"W-who a-are you!" I practically screamed, or maybe squeaked out, I couldn't tell anymore, blood just kept rising into my head, my thoughts were being muffled.

"Wouldn't you like to know!" She sneered.

I was having a nightmare, right? But, the shaking hand in my grasp told another story, we were in deeper trouble than normal, like monsters everywhere, not a movie; trouble. The hand started tugging at me signalling me to run away, and you know what? It seemed like a grand idea right now.

I just whipped my hair behind and swiftly exited the scene, letting go of Marc's hand. Marcus just awkwardly trotting- wait. Trotting? Wait a second, those legs, they weren't exactly human, they looked like a goat's. Maybe I'm just hallucinating from the snack I ate before we left, oh no matters. I just kept running, avoiding all the screams behind me. Flashes of lights kept shining behind me, I was horrified, I turned left and oh snap, a river was just there, and- was there a guy who just came out of it? This is incredibly crazy. His hair was black, eyes; reflecting itself as if it was the body of water, which was misty or so.

"Get out of the way!" He just yelled at me, panicked, I decided to obey and ducked away. The monster person girl, just immediately leaped over me, as if it was trying to knock me down.

What happened next was quite a blur, my head just swimming in confusion, I did manage to hide behind a couple of trees and spectated the fight going on, water was flying everywhere, puddles just scattered here and there.

Poof, that horrible excuse of a monster was gone, it kinda turned into ash and blew away. Marc just panted heavily and caught up to me finally, although truthfully I did run quite fast.

"Are you guys okay?" The other man inquired.

"F-fine, I guess" I spoke back, but mumbled the last part to myself.

Marc was just gaping, staring at the other person. "I-is that you Percy?"

Percy just grinned, "Yep!"

"Oh thank goodness, can you help us get to camp?" Marcus was relieved, and seemingly happy.

Percy just winked, and turned around, took a few steps and twisted his head back, "Well? Come on!"

I swear, I would've fainted by now, but my brain told me to stay awake for a few minutes. Marc just went to his side and I slowly sided with him. He felt like someone I would trust, and so I did.

"Wait, what camp?"

AN: Meh, not the best writer, but not the worst :p

Don't have a lot of info of Greek mythology, so I'll take a while to get this story better.

The OCD is just an extra problem I decided to add in, might have a part in the story, idk.