Chapter 1: The Realization

This is my first published fan-fiction but I hope you guys like it. I would love some constructive criticism, or anything really...Okay...Read on. Oh, i also will probably do some random sign off at the end, and i would love ideas and stuff...

"Annabeth!" the Stolls call, running towards me.

"What?" I ask, when they finally caught up.

"Well..."Travis mumbles.

"We kinda need you help." Connor blurts out.

"With what?"

"The new girl that arrived a few days ago, we can't get her to participate in anything."Travis says.

I tried to remember who they were talking about. I only vaguely remember a new girl being mentioned at dinner. "What do you want me to do?"

"Anything" they say simultaneously.

I looked at the Stolls closer. This girl either stole their hearts, or the Stolls pitied her, or something, because they had this pleading, desperate look in their eyes, and a sad, helpless expression. I sighed, knowing that if the Stolls were making an effort, this had to be serious. "Where is she?"

"Arena."

"We can show you wh-"

"Connor, Travis, calm down. You're acting like Piper when Jason's hurt. I'll be there, just give me ten minutes to check something."

Travis and Connor glance at each other before turning to walk back in the direction of the arena.

Like I promised, ten minutes later I was at the arena. I catch the Stolls attention and motion them over. "So who's the new girl? Everyone looks like their participating to me."

Travis looked around the arena before pointing to one of the marble columns on the opposite side. Sitting against it was a young girl, maybe eleven or twelve years old. She was leaned over something. She had long, wavy, brown hair that fell in a curtain, obscuring her face.

I walk over to her, ignoring the sound of protests coming from behind me. I clear my throat when I reached her, but she doesn't even look up. "Excuse me?"

The girl jumps, obviously startled. Whatever she'd been doing had had her full attention. "God, you scared me!"

"It's Gods."

"What?"

"You said 'God' but it should be 'Gods', plural."

She groans and lays her head back against the column, her eyes closed. "I really don't care if its God or gods, whether its hell or Hades, or whether its shit or Styx." Thunder booms in the distance, causing another groan.

" Sorry, daughter of Athena, force of habit." I extended my hand to her, "Annabeth Chase. And you are?"

The girl sighs but takes my hand. "Chloë, Chloë... something."

"Something?"

"I recently found out all my previous last names were fake. I don't even know if I've ever actually known my real name."

I frowned at this idea. Names are power. What if I never actually knew my real name? I can't imagine it would make much of a difference, but you never know. "Well, its nice to meet you Chloë."

She was back to whatever it was she had been doing before. Had I been thinking for that long? "Um, Chloë?"

"Huh, oh, you're still here." she mumbles. "Yeah?"

"Do you want to spar?"

"No thanks. I'm good."

"You sure?"

"Yes."

" I'm sure you could use the practice." Oops, that came out wrong.

Chloë looks up and glares at me. For the first time I could see her eyes. Piercing green, like... emeralds. That was the only way I could think to describe them. And her glare was identical to Percy's I'll kill you later look.

"Listen, I appreciate you coming over here and introducing yourself and everything, but it wasn't necessary. It also wasn't necessary to criticize my fighting skills when no one at this camp, least of all you, has even seen me touch a weapon."

"I wasn't trying to imply that-"

"No, I suppose you weren't, but you did."

"I was only trying-"

"Exactly. Trying. Not succeeding. If you will, I'd like to be left alone alone now." The girl shut what appeared to be a small, black sketchbook, no bigger than a slice of bread, and walked to another column halfway between me and the Stolls, who hadn't moved.

Hope you liked it.

Keep shipping Percabeth, name your poodle Gladiola, and watch out for flying pigs!