AN: This is my first FanFiction. Please review kindly! R&R!

***DISCLAIMER**** I do not own the Percy Jackson series! The new characters are a creation of my own!

Enjoy! Xoxo - Scar

Waking up in my New York City apartment was usually the best thing ever. Where I lived it was quiet and peaceful, right next to a beautiful park, but the part that made it so amazing is that usually my foster parents were never home this early when I went to school...except today for some odd reason.

"Sara!" I heard the high pitch annoying voice of my foster mom, Beth, scream, "Where's my breakfast!" you could say I have a Cinderella life, but I don't, just the life my birth parents gave me after leaving me on the side of the road in Georgia an hour after I was born, I was given three first names; Sarafine Elena Belle. I didn't bother searching for anyone with the last name 'Belle', what's the point? They did leave me after all .

Anyways, I was dreading this morning, my foster parents coming back from Niagara, gambling, I had their meals already made the night before, so I didn't have to spend all my time with them. I quickly pulled on my light washed and torn jeans, white lace blouse, and light brown boots. My wavy dyed brown hair settled just under my bra strap and just before leaving my tiny room, I put on my glasses.

"Here," my southern accent came through a tiny bit, bitting my lip I slowly backed away from Beth. Both Beth and Larry hated my southern accent and sometimes they would hit me if I talked like I belonged in the south.

"What size are you again? With all the money we won this weekend I want to get mine done," Beth asked staring at my chest, she could see the red lace straps of my PINK bra. Beth asked me this constantly, always claiming that she had enough for plastic surgery. She was gross, not to be mean, but if you saw her, she would remind you of the mom or sisters from the movie The Fighter and Larry was the dead beat son, both smelled of smoke and alcohol. I quickly shoved an apple into my satchel/purse/school bag, "Well?"

I gave a sigh and turned back towards her, seeing her eating her eggs and toast,"Same size as the last time you asked, 34D," suddenly Larry came in wearing boxers, a wife beater, and a grey torn towel.

"Eyes aren't red, you can always tell because yours are blue," Larry gave a grunt sitting down, "So Blue, you weren't lying, no parties."

"How can that blue eyed bitch party when she has no friends?" Beth snapped, my blue eyes were Caribbean blue. Some guys at my school liked them, but being an orphan they usually didn't come near me.

"She's a slut remember?" Larry hissed as I grabbed my field trip permission slip from the yellow counter, I think it was once white, maybe.

"Sar' you ready?" my best friend, Cato asked, opening the apartment door, he had creamy ivory skin and sandy blonde hair with dark green eyes. I've known him since I moved here about a year ago.

"What are you doing here? Don't you have school?" Larry hissed, "An expensive school at that!"

"Yes sir," I quickly said grabbing my keys and darting out the door. Cato slowly followed, due to his crutches. He told me what he had, but it slipped my mind. We got down to the street where my beautiful black Chevy Camaro sat, bought the car myself.

Get far from those two today, the voice in my head warned, I may sound crazy but ever since I could remember there has been a voice in the back of my mind giving me advice.

Once in my car, I leaned my head against the steering wheel, well more like pounding.

"Sar'?" Cato asked, his eyes looking at me with concern as I started driving to school, well more like Lockwood Academy for the Gifted.

"I'm going to die there. Why else would I have everything I own in my car?" I asked pulling into the parking lot, parking in a prime spot, well close enough to escape but right next to the captain of the football team.

"Your almost eighteen," Cato reminded me, his kind voice was the only thing good in this stupid school, well there is my awesome history teacher, but he's a teacher so he doesn't count, "Common, just get through today, luck may come your way," I gave a giggle at his rhyme, grabbing our bags and locking my car, we walked into the hell hole called high school.

"You say that everyday," I laughed as we walked down the crowded halls, my vision slightly blurred and I quickly blinked it away until it cleared, "Crappy glasses."

"You need new ones, or at least a new exam," Cato said as I opened my locker, I laughed and said nothing as I dumped all my books, except a notebook, into the blue locker decorated with shells, pictures of the ocean, horses, and nature.

"Yeah, like Larry would ever give up $160 for me, hell he wouldn't even give me a five dollar bill," I laughed while shaking off the twitch in my muscles. ADHD, dyslexia, ADD, maybe more, foster homes don't do those types of tests, only the group home. The so called school for the 'gifted' is suppose to help, but sometimes I think its only making things worse.

"True," Cato sighed as I leaned against my locker twirling my necklace...the only thing left from my real parents. Gold chain, with a big pearl in the middle, with two white gems resting on each side on the pearl.

"Hey Belle!" I heard someone call. Jeremy Swan, captain of the football team. I rolled into my locker giving a groan before closing it. I turned and saw him directly in front of me, "You ready for today?"

"Yeah," I shrugged, his olive skin stood out against his blue and white leather-man jacket, dark brown eyes and hair, school's superstar, "I'd rather be somewhere else though."

"Oh yeah? Where?" Damn. Was this guy really that dumb? Cato and I began walking towards out first class, Jeremy still standing by my locker.

"Anywhere but here!" I called back to him.

"Hey wait up!" Jeremy yelled, running after us. Entering our history class, I saw the usual thing. Seniors (grade 12 if you want to be fancy) yelling, fighting, making out, or whatever. I froze in my spot as I felt Jeremy put his hand on my ass, "Have you been working out?" he whispered, I whirled around to face him but Melody Jacobson was already draping herself over Jeremy before I could yell at him.

"Actually, I have. Running, you should try it sometime," I held back a hiss before storming over to my desk. I glanced to Cato and he gave me a reassuring smile as Mr. Brunner came wheeling in. He had thinning brown hair to his chin, a scruffy beard, and always wearing a tweed jacket and smelled like peppermint tea.

"Settle down! Settle down!" he laughed, everyone loved his class. It was never boring or dull, he really made history come to life. So everyone actually respected the man, "Alright! Before we go to the museum, we need a seating arrangement!"

"Ugh," the class groaned, especially me, with my luck I'll be seated next to Melody.

"I know, I know, but the quicker we do this, the quicker we leave," Mr. Brunner smiled, "Ok, Sarafine," I sank into my seat, I was always first, "You'll be with Mr. Storm," I was shocked as I looked to Cato and smiled.

"Told you," Cato laughed. I tuned out the rest of the seating arrangements, looking over all the Greek and Roman pictures on the wall. They were my favorite subject in history. This was actually the only class I managed to pass above a C- average. Mr. Brunner taught his class with a pace I was actually able to keep up with, I would either be way behind or way ahead, but in this class, it was balanced.

"Mr. Brunner," a woman with grey hair in a tight bun, wearing a old grey pant suit said knocking on the door, "I'm here to chaperon, your class's trip." Mrs. Green. I absolutely hated the English teacher with a passion, even though I never had her. Something was just off about her.

"Alright! Everyone is here and paired up!" Mr. Brunner paused making everyone on the edge of their seat, "Lets go!" we piled into the bus, gossip immediately started, mostly about me, but today I didn't care. Things finally started looking good in my life.

Sarafine a new manly voice whispered in my mind I found you...finally.

The museum was gorgeous, well in my mind it was. I couldn't believe how well the Greek and Roman mythology was covered. As much as I wanted to pay attention on what Mr. Brunner was saying, I couldn't. All of my focus was on this group of people watching me, they never spoke one word to another, but the man in the middle was defiantly their 'leader', I only could see his blonde hair because of the others blocking me, and well the fact that I'm only 5'5". Yeah I know, shorty.

"Sarafine?" Mr. Brunner asked, pulling me back to reality, "Care to tell is what the children of the gods are called?"

I smiled, easy question, "Half bloods, demi-gods. Achilles, Hercules, and Perseus are the most famous demi-gods."

"Correct," Mr. Brunner smiled, he always seemed to like me more than the others. Still in amazement we continued through the museum as Mr. Brunner talked about mythology in a tone like magic.

Things aren't what they seem, Sarafine. the voice whispered in my mind, well I guess its always a whisper, so distant. Like for it to become more clear, I need to meet someone or do something.

"Sarafine," Mrs. Green whispered to me as the group began leaving the back area, "Come with me," I gave a mental groan, but nodded and followed her into the back studio still under renovations.

"Did I do something wrong?" I asked as I closed the door, turning around I saw an empty room, "Hello?"

"YOU!" a voice sneered, my head snapped to where it came from and saw Mrs. Green on the top of a very tall scaffolding.

"What the hell!?" I yelled backing away from where I stood dropping my bag.

"DAUGHTER!" the thing hissed, "GIVE ME YOUR BLOOD!" suddenly I watched what was once a simple English teacher transform into a disgusting creature.

"What!" I screamed as it swooped down, sweeping a talon towards me. Then I recognized it. A fury. Mr. Brunner spent a week teaching us about them and how they are annoying and easy to kill, by demi-gods, if they had the right weapons.

"LET THE TIME LORD RISE!" the fury hiss taking another talon at me, I quickly dodged away from the fury, it wanted my blood, well that means it cant touch me, ever.

"Sarafine!" Mr. Brunner yelled as the doors opened.

"YOU!" the fury hissed to my history teacher as I ducted behind a pillar.

"In the name of the gods I order you to leave here!" his voice had a strange power behind it.

"NOT WITHOUT HER!" the fury shrieked, flying towards me.

"Sarafine catch!" Mr. Brunner threw something at me and when I caught it I saw a lip gloss tube.

"This is no time for make-up, sir!" I yelled, running around the room, the fury quick on my heels.

"Just uncap it!" Mr. Brunner sighed, I did what he said seeing the gold sword and shield he used from the tournaments in class.

Fight Sarafine! Fight! the voice commanded as I braced myself for a attack. Going strictly on instinct I lunged at the upcoming fury. It was a head on crash but on the last second I slid under her, slicing her stomach with the sword. When I stood the fury was nothing but dust and Mr. Brunner was gone. Re-capping the lip gloss was easy, I simply sheathed the sword in the inside of the shield and it transformed into a simple pink lip gloss tube.

Fearful that more furies or creatures would come, I ran out of the back studio as I grabbed my bag, seeing the group of people watching me, with blank expressions, but one had a grin on their face. Running back to my own group I realized that I've seen those people before, every town I went to they were there. I guess it took a mythological creature to attack me to finally realize that. Finally I saw Cato's sandy blonde hair still with the group touring the museum.

"Cato!" I called making him stop and turn, he smiled at me and looked me over, searching for something, injuries maybe.

"Hey Belle," Jeremy said coming from behind, "What did Mrs. Evens want? You in trouble?" WHAT?! I stood there for a moment and looked at him. WHO THE FUCK WAS MRS. EVENS?!

"What?" I calmly asked, seeing the other group eyeing me as well as my own.

"Mrs. Evens, she just spoke to you," Jeremy said, there was no hint of lying in his eyes. He truly believed that this Mrs. Evens existed.

"Uh, yeah," I numbly lied, "She said I dropped this," I said holding up the lip gloss tube before dropping it into my bag.

"Good for you to join us again, Sarafine," Mr. Brunner said, making me jump slightly.

Jeremy soon left me and Cato alone, as soon as we were in the very back of the group I asked him, "Who the hell is Mrs. Evens? It was Mrs. Green who talked to me." Cato gave a quick nervous look but then actually faced me.

"I don't know what your talking about," Lies. I saw the lies pouring out of his eyes, "There is no Mrs. Green at Lockwood Academy."

Careful now. Don't agitate him. the voice warned as I sighed, seeing Mr. Brunner continue the tour and his long ass speach.

The day went on and everyone kept asking me where Mrs. Evens was. As much as I wanted to say "She doesn't exist." I just said "I don't know." or "Ask Mr. Brunner." We all got back on the bus, girls exhausted and with sore feet, I never understood how girls could go through an entire day of school in heels, let alone an entire day at a museum.

When the bus got back to the academy, Mr. Brunner cleared his throat. Stopping everyone from standing up.

"Now, before any of you think that this is an easy day off with no homework, well your wrong," he laughed at our groans, "It isn't that bad. Just write a three page essay on what God or Goddess you think you resemble most to or think would be a good match or even both and hand it in tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?! But tonight's the big game!" Gavin complained.

"Maybe you should try Hermes, Mr. Scott, he was known for is annoying complains," Mr. Brunner said, making everyone except Gavin laugh. We all got off the bus when Cato suddenly vanished from my side and sight. Suddenly my iPhone buzzed in my bag from a message.

Cato Storm: Asking Mr. Brunner about the assignment. Grab your books and I'll meet you at your locker. -C

Giving a sigh on how much I wanted to leave the school, knowing that I would be here long I texted my boss at the dinner down the street from where I live that I'm taking the dinner shift instead of the afternoon shift, because when it came to asking Mr. Brunner a question about an assignment your either waiting in some long ass line or he's taking forever to answer your question bringing each and every detail of the question you asked and turning it into a question for you that then you soon must answer or the person behind you will get angry.

I got my books from my locker after quickly grabbing my computer from my car, and decided to sit against my locker and began my new history assignment.

"Hey Sarafine," Gavin sighed walking by, but stopped when he saw my computer, "Wow that's a beut' and really expensive. Don't tell me that your waitressing job got you that and your car," he laughed at the mention of my job.

"Actually, my last foster parents were like billionaires so they got me the computer and an anonymous person gave me the money for my car on my birthday last year," I didn't even bother looking at my screen as I typed.

"So wait, going through all those foster homes were good things?" Gavin asked squatting in front of me, "I mean you got a Mac Book Pro, customized with detail, keyboard, and hard drive, from foster parents?"

"Hey, anyone will do anything for a girl with a sob story," I gave a wicked smile as I stopped typing.

"What about your new parents?" I froze and glanced away, "Aw shit, sorry."

"It's ok. They're assholes. Everyone in the system runs into that type of couple, who are searching for a orphan because of the benefits. I unfortunately got them later on," I quickly blinked away tears and shrugged.

"Why have you moved around so much?" Gavin went to far, I gave a glare before angrily typing my essay.

"Don't know. After what the people call the 'test run' or 'trial' no one wanted me, so I was put back into the system, hence my last name never changing," I quickly saved my work before slamming my computer shut, "See ya tomorrow Gavin," I said standing up and walking down the empty hall towards Mr. Brunner's room with history book in hand.

"...heritage...parents...possibly," I briefly heard Mr. Brunner say as I got closer to his room.

"...camp...not ready...time," Cato's conversation with Mr. Brunner obviously not about the assignment, creeping closer I listened to the conversation with detail.

"Sarafine is not ready to go to Camp," Mr. Brunner argued, "We need a bigger sign than this."

"Bigger sign? Bigger sign!" Cato yelled.

"Shh!"

"Sarafine was attacked by a fury! A fury inside of our school," Cato sounded extremely worried for my sake, but why?

"The mist worked like we planned and with everyone telling her about Mrs. Evens, she will soon believe she was mistaken and forget about it," Mr. Brunner smoothly said.

"This is Sarafine we're talking about! She won't forget about it! For Tartarus sake! She has the sword and shield!" Shit! I completely forgot about that! Moving swiftly I reached into my bag but dropped my book.

"Hello?" Mr. Brunner asked, not risking getting caught, I scooped up my book and ran down the hall around the corner, "Is anyone there?" I held my breath as my heart raced and I swear I heard hooves walk instead of the sound of Mr. Brunner's wheel chair or Cato's shoes.

"I better get back to Sarafine, she's giving me a ride and I don't want to make her late for work," Cato said as I quickly ran down the hall, out of the building and to my car. Thankfully Jeremy's car was gone and mine was the only car left in the student parking lot. I put all my stuff in the back seat pulling out my work uniform before sitting on the hood of my car.

Come to my car, not at locker. I quickly texted Cato and shoved my phone into my pocket.

It took a minute for Cato to come out of the building, but he flashed an apologetic smile as he got in the car.

We drove in silence to our apartment building, Cato giving me occasionally glances that I caught in the corner of my eye.

"Thanks for the rid," Cato mumbled grabbing his things.

"What's the 'mist'?" I abruptly asked, looking at the road in front of me.

"Pardon?" Cato almost gasped, I saw his hands trembling.

"You heard me," I turned my head towards him, "What's the 'mist'? I mean you more than happy to talk about it to Mr. Brunner, a guy you've known for less than eight months, but yeah I understand why you wouldn't tell your best friend."

"Sarafine," Cato breathed, "How much did you hear?"

"Enough," I looked at Cato then the time, my shift would be starting soon, "Look, you can explain it to me later, but right now, I need to get to work," Cato unwillingly got out of my car but tapped on the window, making me roll it down.

"Trust me, Sar', you don't really want to know what this is," his green eyes were pleading for me to give up on the hunt.

"Trust me," I gave a smile, "I do." Before I could pull back onto the street, a guy on a massive bike, the size of a baby elephant, roared past me, cutting me off.

This day can't get any worse, I thought to myself with a groan pulling onto the somewhat empty street.

Trust me, it will. the new male voice almost groaned with me as I pulled into the diner's back parking lot for staff.

Hey! So I know this is very much like the original Percy Jackson beginning, but trust me the rest of the book is nothing like Percy Jackson, I think he has only two very short scenes in this entire story, so before you give up on this story, just continue. Anyone care to take a guess of what's waiting for Sarafine at the diner and at the big game? R&R! (Kindly please, no hate)

Xoxo - Scar