Okay so this is my new story and it's called The Forgotten Daughter. This story is about Percy's half sister named Connie and how she learned she was a demigod and everything. You should probably know her by now if you read my other stories. But anyways I hope you enjoy this story!
This is all Connie's POV but don't worry the other characters are involved.
It all started on that dreary morning. Outside of this simple, brick apartment there was rain, in fact it was pouring rain.
Inside of that apartment was a sweet, innocent, little girl about seven years old waiting at the door for the mailman to bring the daily mail.
This little girl's name was Constance or Connie for short. Connie bounced at the window sill giggling and smiling happily.
Behind Connie was her kind hearted grandmother knitting a warm sweater on her wooden rocking chair as she smiled gingerly at her adorable grandchild.
They were both waiting for the mailman to bring letters from Connie's mother, Angelina who was serving in the U.S. Marines to fight for freedom.
Connie squealed in delight as she saw the mailman walk up the three stone steps of the door. But instead of smiling and handing the mail to Connie's grandmother, he knocked on the door sadly as he held a telegram in his calloused hands.
As Connie's grandmother opened the door, her smile disappeared from her face.
"I'm so sorry Margaret," the mailman murmured in a sad tone as he handed the telegram to her.
Connie immediately stopped bouncing and laughing, for she knew when to hush down her voice. Connie's grandmother thanked the mailman for bringing the telegram and closed the door silently.
"Constance, can you please go back to your room? Grandma has to take a nap," Margaret lied as she smiled sadly.
Connie nodded and walked towards her sea blue room silently, sensing her grandmother's tension.
As she closed the door to her room, the seven year old walked quietly and opened a worn out notebook and began to draw silently.
After a few hours, the seven year old heard crying and sobbing. Connie looked at the green wooden door and decided to see why her grandmother was crying.
She walked down the hall quietly with her teddy bear held in her tiny hand and saw her grandma holding a yellow and frayed piece of paper.
"Grandma are you okay?" the little girl asked.
Margaret smiled weakly at her sweet grandchild and shook her head.
"Constance, try reading this with the best of your ability and I'll tell you after," Margaret sighed as she gave the telegram to her grandchild.
"Okay grandma," Connie said as she hugged her teddy bear tightly.
This is what the telegram said:
Ms. Margaret H Thompson December 4, 2003
The Marines Department deeply regrets to inform you that your daughter Angelina G Thompson and first class USN was killed in action in the performance of her duty and in the service of her country. The department extends to you its sincerest sympathy in your great loss. On account of existing conditions the body if recovered cannot be returned at present. If further details are received you will be informed. To prevent possible aid to our enemies please do not divulge the name of her ship or station=
Rear Admiral Jones the chief of Marines Personnel
"Grandma I don't really know what these words mean," the innocent seven year old said as she played with the comforting teddy bear.
"I know dear, but I don't think you'll take the news well," Margaret sighed.
Margaret sat down and motioned for Connie to sit next to her.
"Connie, I need to explain to you something about your mother," the girl's grandmother said as tears welled up in her eyes.
"What is it grandma?" Connie said in a sweet tone.
Margaret bit back a sob.
"Connie, your mother was a great person and you best remember that. She was one of the best fighters I knew. But you need to know this, your mother came out of action in the Marines yesterday," Margaret whispered.
"What does out of action mean?" Margaret's grandchild asked.
"I-It means that your mother died while she was fighting the bad guys," the sweet grandmother cried.
Connie paused for a few moments to take this all in and Margaret saw tears prick in her eyes and fall silently onto the little girl's lap.
"Is this a joke grandma?" Connie sobbed as she hiccupped.
"I wish it was Constance but no, your mother passed away," Margaret cried as she pulled Connie into her arms.
Connie wailed and sobbed as she dug her head into her grandmother's arms.
"Let it all out Constance, let it all out," Margaret sighed as tears ran down her cheeks.
The seven year old screamed and cried as loud as she could as she hugged her grandmother and her brown, fluffy teddy bear.
Hours past until the little girl finally lost all energy and fell into a deep sleep, Margaret placed a blue and white blanket on her grandchild as she wiped away the red rims and dried tears on the child with a soft pure white cloth.
"Sleep well, Constance," Margaret whispered as she kissed the child's forehead and went to go get some rest.
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Two years later…
That same seven year old little girl who cried and wailed in her grandmother's arms was now standing in a sad crowd of people in a sunny graveyard watching a sleek, shiny, brown coffin be lowered into the ground.
That seven year old girl was now nine, yet she matured a lot for her age. As the workers, buried the coffin with dry dirt, Connie walked away sadly without her dear grandmother or her brave mother.
Over the years, Margaret went through depression and sickness after she found out Angelina died in service. Then, at age eighty four Margaret died peacefully in her sleep.
Constance Thompson was now walking towards a man to be moved to Miss Ruby's Orphanage for Girls since she had no guardian left.
Hank the mailman offered to be Connie's guardian but Connie refused due to the bitter memory of him bringing that telegram to her door.
"Come along Constance," a man in a sleek black suit said seriously as he grabbed her luggage.
The once granddaughter of Margaret H Thompson walked towards the man in black who led her into a sad looking black car to drop her off at the orphanage.
Connie didn't know who this man was, nor did she know that this man was her Uncle who was blood related and extremely real.
The man in black slid into the brown, leather driver's seat and drove smoothly down the busy streets of New York City.
The nine year old who lost her mother and grandmother stared sadly in awe at the climbing skyscrapers. As she stared at the buildings and streets, the man in black glanced at the little girl through his rear view mirror and he smiled kindly at her.
The drive was too short. No later than five minutes did the sad black car park in front of a tan brick building that said in bold words: MISS RUBY'S ORPHANAGE FOR GIRLS
Before the man and Connie entered the orphanage, the man crouched down to Connie's height and looked into her eyes.
"Connie, now this may be difficult for you but I need you to stay brave. I'll be seeing you very soon. You'll be a true hero someday. Someday, you'll see me at my kingdom or house," the man smiled as he hugged the nine year old.
He took her by the hand and they walked together into the building.
At the front desk was a teenage girl with auburn hair and green eyes that darted from the man to Connie quickly.
The man walked up to the desk and cleared his throat.
"I called earlier," the man said.
"Yes, so is this Constance Thompson?" the girl asked.
"Yes, she lost her mother and grandmother. She doesn't have anyone else to go to."
"Very well, are there any things that we should know about her?" the lady asked.
"She's dyslexic and has ADHD. Although the ADHD is mild now it'll get worse as she gets older."
"I need the age, skills, talents, troubles, and how disciplined she is."
"She's nine years old and her best skill is swimming or drawing. Her talents, well there are so many. But her best talent is singing. Her troubles are missing her grandmother and mother and she's very stubborn. Constance is the most disciplined girl I know," the man said.
The girl nodded and Connie noticed on the name tag, which she could barely read said JENNY.
"Oh and one more thing, Constance can read Greek very well and she can speak fluently," the man said.
The nine year old scrunched her nose. She knew she couldn't speak Greek fluently. But the man said it encouragingly.
"Okay, if we have any trouble with her we'll call you for more questions. You can visit her if you would like but I can tell you're busy with your work. Anyways, say your last good bye and you can leave sir," Jenny smiled.
The man in black nodded and walked towards Connie.
"Constance, be safe and try not to cause trouble. I'll see you very soon my brave little hero," the man in black whispered to Connie as he kissed her forehead.
Even though the nine year old didn't know the man very well, tears welled up in her eyes. She grasped the man's arm and ran towards him hugging him as tight as she could. This man reminded Connie of a father.
"Please don't go," Connie cried.
"I promise I'll see you soon Constance," the man said as he left.
The now orphan had tears falling down her soft cheeks. The tears of her sadness matched the rain drops falling on the transparent window.
She tasted salty tears in her mouth and she felt a hand on her shoulder. It was Jenny with her comforting green eyes and auburn hair.
"Come on, let me show you your room and then we can wipe those tears from your eyes," Jenny smiled.
As they walked down the hall Jenny warned the nine year old to behave, for Jenny knew that Miss Ruby would punish any child with no mercy if they misbehaved.
The teenager opened the door to Connie's room.
The room had white walls and there were five beds each with a doll on the pillow except the one in the far corner. The nine year old spotted a book shelf and a desk. But she also spotted a pure white rocking chair that reminded the nine year old of her grandmother.
"This will be your room for now. But remember we always have things to do here, and if you really misbehave or become dangerous you'll go upstairs in the metal rooms. There are four other that will be in this room with you so be nice," Jenny warned.
"Are you an orphan?" Connie asked.
Jenny smiled warmly and nodded.
"Now come on, let's wipe off those dry tears," Jenny smiled.
She took Connie's soft hand and led her towards the bathrooms where she wiped her dry tears.
Jenny eventually left and Connie settled into her bed. She unpacked her teddy bear and placed it on the pillow.
She also pinned up little photos of her mother and grandmother on the wall to help her get comfortable.
As she looked at the pictures Connie's welled up but she refused to cry.
Then the nine year old heard footsteps and she turned around to find three girls staring at Connie intently.
Then one of the girls walked towards her and stuck out her hand.
Connie shook the girl's hand. The girl had black hair like Connie but her eyes were a bright blue.
"My name's Lily," the girl said.
Connie smiled.
"My name's Connie," the nine year old smiled as her eyes beamed.
"My name's Alex."
"My name's Lucy."
Lucy had bright hazel eyes and she had blonde hair, while Alex had brown hair and green eyes that stood out from her freckles on her cheeks.
The three girls welcomed Connie in although the sweet nine year old wondered where the fourth orphan went.
The rest of the night, Alex, Lucy, Lily, and Connie talked and bonded together.
Ever since her mother died Connie has never felt actually happy, but now talking to these three ten year old girls made her feel so happy and Connie felt as if she belonged here.
Did you guys like the first chapter? I tried to put as much emotion as possible into this chapter. I think this is one of my best chapters I have ever written in my life! Anyways please review! Oh and enjoy my little conversations with Nico and Leo.
Nico: No one enjoys our conversations…
Leo: How dare you insult her! That's my job…
Me: *rolls eyes* REVIEW!