❝Save me from everything now.❞

My name is Abigail Carter.
I have raven black hair, and light brown eyes like my mom. I go by the names Abigail or Gail.

My father is a dinosaur- but don't take that literally. It's a metaphor.

My dad's name is Poseidon, ruler of the sea. He's the one in those old greek myths mortals speak about.

Since I'm his daughter, I inherited a few powers.

I have more powers that other Poseidon kids usually have. I could name quite a few, but I'll give you the basics. I can manipulate water with the wave of a hand. But get it? Wave? Ha ha, I'm terrible.

Any who, I can also transform my body/limb into water if I concentrate. I got lucky with that power. Dad told me not many of his kids receive that kind of power. I can cause minor earthquakes. Again, Dad said not demigods receive that power either.

By now, you would have assumed I live at Camp Half-Blood. Nah, I live with my Dad at his underwater palace instead. It's just as cool as it seems. Merpeople servants, sharks as pets, and living with my supercool stepmom who bakes the most amazing chocolate chip cookies. Its the royal life, and it's pretty awesome. It's ten times cooler than living in Beverly Hills. Plus, I'm famous in the fish and godly world.

You must be thinkings, what did I do with most of my time? I may have been living with my awesome Dad, but that doesn't mean I'm off the hook so easily. Dad had high expectations, so I was forced to be the best. So in conclusion, Poseidon got me the best education and trainer any demigod could have: Ares.

I was trained by the war god Ares. I was taught knowledge by Athena since her big head can hold so much information. Other than that, I spent a lot of time with the twelve major Olympian gods. (Except Zeus since we hate each other.) Seventy-five percent of the time I spent it at Mount Olympus. At first it was pretty terrifying, since any god could have killed me with the snap of their fingers. Though, I had someone who had my back (other than Poseidon): Apollo.

Apollo is my best friend and was my only best friend besides this kid from pre-k. He may be god (a very egocentric god if you ask me), but he acts like a teenager. Basically nothing like the other gods.

It looks like I forgot to mention my age. I'm a fifteen years old (soon to be 16). Did I forget to mention why I live with Poseidon? Whoops, my bad. It's mainly 'cause my mother died when I was six in a fire.

Lately, Dad's been nagging how, it's not safe for you here. It's really irritating when he's constantly telling to go to camp. With the war with Kronos coming up and all, the palace is being attacked with ancient monsters that haven't been around for almost a millennia. Poseidon also says it's safer for me at Camp Half-Blood.

I bet your wondering, where's Percy Jackson?

Well, this may come as a big shock, but just days ago I found out I have a famous half-brother named Percy Jackson. I was pissed with Dad, because I could have been spending quality time with the brother I always wanted. Thanks a lot, Dad.

Yes, I know about Tyson. What really confused me is how everyone managed to keep Percy a secret from me. That's basically like saying, "Hey surprise! There's this new thing called McDonald's, that has existed longer than you, but we hid it from you! Ha ha, in your face!"

When I asked Dad why they hid it from me, he said, "It was for the best." Again, thanks a lot Dad for not telling me.

I was currently fighting Luke Castellan in mid air. Yes, I know its dangerous for me to be this high, but I had to hope Uncle Zeusie won't strike me down.

I rode a pegasus named Jay. It's just another pegasus Dad magically created with water. I take one quick glance at the earth below us, the red velvet strawberry fields of Camp Half-Blood standing out.

Usually, I'd be freaking out for being this high, but thankfully I'm above water.

"Back down, Abigail." Luke grinned sadistically. The scar that ran down the left side of his moved while he grinned. I've known Luke for quite some time. He reminds me of Apollo with the sandy blonde hair and gorgeous blue eyes. He could pass as a son of Apollo instead of Hermes. "Join me. You can rule by my side after we destroy the gods of Olympus." He held out a hand, offering me to join the bad side. I held my sword in my hand. It could take multiple forms of different weaponry. When its not in use, it took the form of a necklace with a crystal blue trident hanging off a chain. That's how it would usually appear to the human eye. It was a gift from my Dad, it would always returned back to me within minutes.

"Sorry, Lukester. How about you join our side instead?"

He scoffed, and rolled his blue eyes. He was only two years older older than I was. Luke and I had a thing for each other. We dated when I was thirteen, and he was fifteen. But at the time, I didn't know he was aiding the bad side. (I know, I was very clueless.) We can't date anymore. He's joined the evil side. I don't want to destroy my Dad, that would cruel. Poseidon raised me instead of taking me to Camp Half-Blood. I'm thankful for that.

"Abigail, join me. We can be together forever, just like the way you wanted it to be." It was tempting, but I had to resist.

"I can't," I frowned at him. "I can't betray my family. And I'm sure your Dad cares about you."

Hermes does care about Luke. I've spoken with him about it. Let me just say Hermes is very emotional.

Luke's eyes flashed with sudden anger. "Don't talk about my father!" Luke glared daggers. "If he really cared, he would have answered my prayers when I needed him!" Luke spoke angrily, venom and anger laced in his voice.

"Luke, you have to see the other side."

"There is no other side." He unsheathed his weapon. "Hermes left me to die."

"That's not true. He loves you."

"Kronos shall rise." He aimed his weapon at the pegasus I was on and lunged forward. Jay crumpled to dust, but I wished it was pixie dust so I could fly.

I grunted as I suddenly hit something hard. Luke's mouth formed a thin line as he stared down at me pitifully.

I had to remind myself he wouldn't hurt me. He promised. Luke pressed his sword against my neck. I leaned back, but he moves his sword closer to my skin.

"Do it," I taunted him, "kill me."

His lips slightly dipped downward into a frown. His pegasus flew upward into the clouds. The worry of being killed by lightning kept bothering me.

Zeus was only nice to me, because Poseidon is always in the same room. Let's just say he isn't exactly the nicest uncle.

You might be thinking, how did I survive all these years? Well, I had my dad and Apollo to protect me. Two powerful Olympians were enough.

I played a prank on him once when I was a kid, but afterwards he sizzled off my hair to my ears. I learned my lesson that day the hard way. I guess that's what happens when Hermes influences you to do a prank.

Luke only stared at me with cold eyes. He looks thinner than when I last saw him.

"I'm sorry," He said, averting his eyes.

"For what?" I asked him.

He kissed me.

Let me remind you I haven't kissed him in years.

You know, I thought he was apologizing for kissing me, but boy was I ever wrong.

"I'm sorry for doing this." He pushed me off his pegasus. Real nice, Luke. That's basically like pushing your ex off a cliff. In this case, it's basically the same.

I'm soon plummeting through the air. I could hope I wouldn't reach terminal velocity otherwise I'm screwed.

I flail my arms in efforts of slowing down. The bag I had earlier was lost. I some how manage to flip myself over. I stare up at Luke as he becomes smaller and smaller, but the Camp becoming larger and larger at every second that goes by.

I've always wondered how it would feel to fly. Perhaps this is how it feels when your flying- only if you're in control.

The air made a whooshing sound as I fall. The wind blew my black hair behind me.

I wish I wore a pair of my winged shoes today. Those would have been helpful.

A crowd of demigods scatter around the edge of the lake as I near closer.

Were they playing capture the flag? I shrug to myself as I curl myself into a ball as I made impact with the water. I concentrate on the water not touching my clothes. I've already mastered this skill, but it's hard to maintain focus right now.

I let the water fill my lungs. I cough a little, my body aching from the impact. I slowly sink to the bottom until the pain subsided.

I stay there with my eyes closed. When I open them, I'm confronted with startling sea green eyes. The guy that floated in the water before me smiled and waved, a large air bubble formed around us. The moist sand tickled my skin, but it felt slimy.

He took a seat in front of me. "Hey," the green eyed teen said, "I'm Percy Jackson." He held out his hand for me to shake.

I stared at my brother. He had the same dark hair, the same eyes, and the same smile. He was the spitting image of Poseidon- only younger.

When I come to think of it, Percy looks like a guy I'd want to be friends with.

"Hi," I said, reaching out to shake his hand. Did he not see me falling from high up in the air, and land in the water perfectly unharmed? I guess not.

Percy smiled. "Look, this may be shocking to you, but... you're a demigod."

"Yeah, I know."

Percy raised his eyebrows, the way Dad would when he were to scold me. "Really? I... I wasn't expecting that." Percy shrugged.

After a moment, Percy dragged to the surface, unaware that I could breath underwater perfectly. I expected my brother to be smart to tell I was his sister.

Percy raised a hand to point at the group of demigods. "Welcome to Camp Half-Blood. Not them, but the land around us. Any way, this is the safest place for us demigods."

I already knew that, but I didn't want to be rude.

The large group of demigods gaped at us, their clothes soaking wet.

I nodded as we began to walk towards the shore. A different person pushed through the crowd- a blonde girl with stormy grey eyes- walked to us.

Her eye's were peculiar, reminding me of Athena, the wisdom goddess.

Right before the blonde girl trudged into the water, Percy asked me a question, "Did you carry a bag?"

"I did, but it fell somewhere over there." I point to the far out open waters. It could have landed any where. I doubt that I'll be able to find it.

"Don't worry, I got it." Percy dove into the water before I could say anything.

Percy must love the water as much as I do. Maybe even more.

The blonde girl finally reached me, looking around.

"Hey, I'm Annabeth," She smiles at me, and then shook my hand. Where's Chiron? Dad said he would call (Iris message) Chiron.

"Hello," I greet her, my ribs hurting as I move. I wince as I touch them. Maybe curling into a ball wasn't the smartest idea. "I'm Abigail."

Percy emerged out of the water, holding my maroon bag. I thanked him, smiling.

"Excuse me." I hear a deep voice in the crowd. "Pardon me." That voice sounded oddly familiar.

A man was stood there, half horse, half man. It was Chiron, the centaur.

"Chiron, hey!" I wave to Chiron grinning. I've met him a few times. He taught me Greek when Athena was busy, which was rare.

"Hello, Abigail." Chiron chuckled and waved back. The campers look confused at us, especially Percy.

"Wait... you two... know each other?" He asks confused. Annabeth, Percy, and I walk to shore.

I feel like some freak show from all the staring I'm getting.

"Of course," Chiron said. "She's your sister." The rest of the camper gasps. I was thinking of telling everyone slowly, but I guess that plan is ruined. Good job, Chiron.

I've never seen people act this dramatic before- well... other than Aphrodite when she finds out two gods having a scandalizing affair. She's the one to talk. (Cough Ares cough cough.)

A group of little prissies who can't handle the truth, as Ares would say.

A girl emerged from the crowd, a sword in her hand as she wore armor. She didn't seem nice. "How? She just got here," the brown headed girl crossed her arms.

"Clarrise, don't question me," Chiron scolded her. Once I hear the name, I don't want to be near her. I remember Ares always bragging at how good of a fighter Clarisse was, and how a great daughter she is. "Campers, return to your game. Abigail, Percy, and I need to have a talk."

The demigods oooo at us, and mutter things as Chiron motioned us forward. I've never seen so many demigods in one place. "We will have dinner once we finish talking." The demigods hurry back to their game as we walk to the Big House. We walk in silence, but I see Percy taking small glances at me out of the corner of my eye.

"It's not nice to stare," I tell him. He starts to stutter with his words, but I only laugh. "I'm joking, jeez."

A grin breaks out across his face. "How come I never knew about you?" Percy asks me, he was at least five inches inches taller than me.

"I don't know," I shrug at him. "I just found out about you a few days ago." The path we walk down was empty. Was everyone at the games? Probably.

"Really?" He sounded surprised. He must have a large rep if he's surprised.

"Yeah."

We walk into the Big House, I sit in the the office chair I usually sit in. We talk for a while. I explain to Percy that I grew up with Poseidon and everything thing else in my life.

"Chiron," I speak before we leave. "Luke mentioned something about Kronos rising." Percy's eyes widen, and flick over to Chiron.

"You saw Luke?" Chiron asked.

"Yeah," I nod. "He asks me to join him, and said we could destroy the Gods."

Chiron nods. Only the gods know that Luke and I dated. No one else, no demigods, but maybe Chiron knew.

"You two should go ahead and eat dinner," Chiron told us.

Percy and I stand up, walking along side with Percy. Some campers walk past me, muttering things like, "Who's that?" or "Ew, she better not be my sister."

I've never really knew what clothes, and how you needed to dress was socially acceptable. I never had to face that challenge. I never went to a public school.

"Don't listen to them," Percy speaks, making me look towards him. "They always act like this around new campers. You need to show them they need to respect you and everything after that's all good." His smile was friendly, unlike every other camper. We get our plates with food and a goblet.

We go by the fire and push a piece of food into the fire. I push a piece of my pizza, since today is pizza night at the palace.

"Poseidon," I said as the food dissolves into air. We sit at a table reserved for the Poseidon cabin. A tall blonde boy walks up to us. The guy couldn't have been much older than fourteen. What's up with all the blondes at this camp?

"Hey, I'm Will." The guy smiled at me, holding out a hand. He had a beautiful smile- which was oddly familiar.

"Hi, I'm Abigail," I smile at him, shaking his hand. He was attractive. Well, more than other guys I've met through out the years.

Percy cleared his throat, interrupting my thoughts. "Will, aren't you suppose to be sitting with your half-sisters and brothers?" Percy spoke with a friendly smile, but I'm sure he meant something else.

"Yes," Will responds chuckling half-heartedly. "I'll see you later," Will winks at me and then goes to sit with his siblings. I turn to Percy and give him a what the heck look.

"I didn't like the way he was looking at you," Percy grumbled as he digs into his own food. We only just met, and he's being the over protective older brother I never wanted. Great.

I eat a slice of pizza, Hershey chocolate bar, with some juice. I didn't eat much, I wasn't hungry. Homesickness, I thought as I push my plate aside.

"You're not hungry?" He asks, talking with his mouth full. I roll my eyes. Boys and their bad manners.

"Not really." I shrug. I cursed myself for letting my mind wonder about Luke. He looked... different than when I last saw him.

"When did Luke turn?" I asked.

Percy chokes on his food by the sudden question. "When I was 12," He answered once he could speak. "Why?"

I ignore his question. "How old are you now?"

"Sixteen." Luke and I dated for a year, until I was fourteen. But then I found out he was aiding the bad team.

I look around at all the tables. No one was watching me that I could see. I couldn't help, but feel I was being watched. I dump the remaining food away into the fire, and place my plate and cup away.

On the first day of camp, I should do anything but go into the woods. I go into the woods anyway, but I check back to see if anyone is following me. I walk the path when suddenly I hear the crunching of leaves.

I barely take out my sword, but I'm roughly pushed against a tree. A hand covers my mouth to muffle my screams, my eyes were wide open. I could hurt the guy for nearly giving me a heart attack.

"Apollo? What in Hades do you think you're doing here?" I half shout/whisper once he takes his hand away. He laughs, he looks a lot like Luke. He just didn't have the scar Luke had.

"I wanted to check in on you," He ruffled my hair. He always did this to annoy me.

I swat his hand away. "Dude," I warn him, "no touching my hair. We've been over this."

He's been my best friend since I was eight. Which is weird because as I grew up, he looked the same. He never changed but I did. That was kind of awkward when I reached puberty.

Apollo grins, it's been a week since I last saw him. He drops by randomly. We usually just hang or go into the city to eat ice cream or some other type dessert. So far, we've been all over the United States (except San Francisco, California). Most of the time we don't get attacked by monsters since he's a god, but occasionally there is a really stupid monster who attacks us. Apollo forces me to fight the monster off because he says he likes to see me fight.

We start to walk down a path leading to the beach, near cabin three: the Poseidon cabin.

"I see you met my son," Apollo said. I slip off my shoes and socks as we step onto the sand. He does the same.

"Which one? You have, like, twenty of them." I smile at him, he rolls his eyes. I learned not to dwell on Apollo's relationships with women. He gets laid a lot. He has even talked to me about it before. (Yeah, I know. Gross, right?)

"Will Solace," he responds. Will is his son? Apollo is his dad?

"He's your son?" I thought my best friend's son was attractive. Think about it... Its a little awkward.

"Yes," Apollo raised an eyebrow. "You seem surprised."

I blush, was it obvious? "I wasn't expecting him to be your son." I blush harder, thankfully it was dark, and he couldn't see. We sit down in the sand, I wiggle my toes in the sand. I could hear the campers singing from here.

"Where's your convertible?" Apollo has a cherry red Maserati Spyder convertible. It was a beautiful sleek car that can go really fast. I fell in love with it when I first saw it when I was younger.

"I parked it outside camp borders." He stares out at the lake. The moon light lit up half of his face. The other half being cascaded with shadows.

"One of Hermes kids could steal it," I smirk at him. Hermes was known for his thievery and tricks. That trait is sadly passed on to his kids.

"Don't worry about it. Baby will burn them if they tried to steal her." The thing about his car is that it basically radiated heat, just like Apollo. The odd thing is Apollo calling his car baby. He's madly in love with his car.

"Yeah. They'll be so grateful for that," I said sarcastically. I've always wanted to drive his car since I was little. I've asked him when he'll let me drive it, and he said when I get older. Now I'm older, and I'm almost at the legal driving limit.

"When are you going to teach me how to drive?" I asked. He promised me to teach me how to drive when we I was twelve.

"Soon, buttercup." It's a nickname he's always called me by. "Maybe after the war."

I nod, laying back in the sand, staring up at the stars. I wished I didn't have to come here. I'd rather be back at the palace, helping Dad defend the place.

"Artemis wants you to join the hunters," Apollo said.

"I've already told her no. I don't think I'll be able to keep that promise: not getting married or having a boyfriend."

Apollo laughs at my comment. Apollo picked up my wrist, pushing up my sleeve.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

His eyes flick over to me, but stay staring at my arm. He lays his palm on my forearm. His palms glows with white light, his eyes glow yellow with no iris showing. He muttered words under his breath, almost like an enchantment. At first, it was only a prickling sensation, but that quickly changed to burning. I nearly yell out loud, but I clench my jaw to keep from yelling.

Apollo eventually removed his hand. He revealed a beautifully detailed bow with an arrow going through, branded into my skin. The design was so detailed it might've taken a tattoo artist years to master.

His eyes were no longer yellow, they were back to their normal blue color.

"Ow." I sat up. "Why did you do that?" I rub my forearm. Did he seriously give me a tattoo? Dad's going to hurt to him. That really hurt and it still burns.

"It's a blessing from me," He picks up my arm, tracing the bow and arrow. "It resembles our friendship too. Look," He lifts up his own arm and points. The same exact bow and arrow is branded into his skin.

I doubt Apollo was trying to hurt me. He's like a clueless puppy that doesn't know right from wrong.

"You goof ball." I hug him. He was warm, but he's the sun god. He chuckles as I help him to his feet. He places a tiny miniature yellow arrow charm in the center of my palm. Why is he suddenly giving me so many gifts? Apollo almost never gives me gifts because he's very self-conceited.

"What's this?" I ask him. It was the same size as the trident on my necklace. He takes my necklace off, and slips on the arrow.

"This will give you unlimited arrows," he said. "This will help you improve your archery."

"But I'm already a great archer," I complained. Him and Artemis spent a while trying to teach me archery. They taught me the correct stance, the posture, and aiming.

"But not perfect." He placed the necklace around my neck again. "Try it out," He smiled, taking a step back. I gave it a quick tug and morphed into a bow. I pull back on the string, an arrow forming as I pull back entirely.

"Whoa." I shoot at the nearest thing by us- a tree. It hit directly at the spot I aimed at. I pull the string back again, a new arrow forming. I aim at the tree again, only at a different spot.

"The blessing helps you with your archery, as well as your music." I play a few instruments. Apollo taught me how to play the clarinet, the trumpet, and the violin. And basically almost any instrument possible. I let my bow return to its normal form.

I hug Apollo again, squeezing him tight. "Thank you so much," I thank him as he chuckles.

"It's nothing," He hugs me back. "You should get back before Perseus notices you're gone."

Did he just call Percy, Perseus?

"Alright, but you have to visit me again soon."

We walk back to where our shoes laid in the sad. I slip on my socks and then my shoes. We pass a few trees- tree spirit saying hello to Apollo. They sure do seem attracted to him. Other girls my age would faint and drool when they see Apollo.

I like to consider hims as a One Direction reject. Sure he's attractive and all, but I could never picture him as a lover.

"Bye." I hug him again.

"Bye, Buttercup." He walks off in a different direction. Eventually, I see a flash of red go across the night sky going west. That's probably him driving. Instead of hurrying back, I take my time. They were still singing when I got back.

I take a spot next to Percy. "Where were you?" He asked.

"I went for a walk."

He nods and returned to singing. I join them, the fire raising higher at everyone's cheer. Soon we were all sent back to our cabins. I change into my pjs, and get into a bunk bed Percy said I can use as my own. There were old things in here decorating around the room. A fountain with a fish blowing water out of it's mouth, drachmas littering the bottom. Who knew Dad had actually had some designing sense?

"Is that a tattoo?" Percy pointed a finger to my forearm.

"No, it's a blessing." I shrug. "But I guess you could call it a tattoo."

"From who? Artemis or Apollo?"

"Apollo," I yawn, walking over to my bed.

"Do you know him?" He asks. Is he going into over-protective-brother mode again?

"Yeah. He taught me how to play instruments, and archery."

Percy nods, sitting in his own bed. "How was it like living with dad?"

"It was okay. Amphitrite and Triton were cool," I said. "I spent most of my time in Olympus with the gods."

Percy nods again, a smile still on his face. He was staring at the brand in my arm. "We should hit the hay. Night, Abigail." He said and turns off the lights.

"Night," I respond pulling up the covers. The nature sounds could be heard from the outside. I fall asleep, but I couldn't help dream about Luke.

Hello!

For the first three-four chapters are going to be suck because I don't have the final book in the PJO series.

But I promise it will get better!

-A