*THIS IS NOT A SEQUEL TO "THE DAUGHTER OF THE WIND", IT'S A WHOLE NEW STORY!*

Anyway, I hope you guys like this new story, I'm writing. All the free time I have now is going into this story! (Which isn't that much.)

But, without further to do. I give you the first chapter of Nothing To Fear.

Disclaimer: I don't own PJaTO, but I do own all the book Rick Riordan's ever wrote!

Nothing To Fear

Chapter 1- Sent Off

A seven-year old boy looked up at his big sister with curious green eyes. She was sitting in the seat next to him, drawing across her leather-bound notebook, and running her pencil in various directions.

"Olivia?" the boy asked.

The girl continued scribbling, as if she was in a trance.

"Oli?" he tried again, raising his voice a little higher.

Her pencil strokes only stopped for a second before continuing. "What is it, Zach?"

"What are you drawing?" he asked as he tilted his head up in hopes to catch a glimpse of his sister's artwork.

"Mom." Olivia answered matter-of-factly.

Zach's green eyes got wider with interest.

"Happy Mommy or Sad Mommy?" he asked as he reached up to his tip toes to see.

He lifted his head over his sister's arm and caught a glimpse of the image. There was a petite woman with a huge, round belly. Her dark hair curled down her back and down the sides of her face as the woman looked down at her stomach with a warm gaze. Her arms gently wrapped around the enlarged part of her and the woman appeared as if she had a motherly glow, even through pencil strokes.

Zach smiled the same way the woman in the picture did. "Happy Mommy."

"Yup," Olivia agreed as she raised her hand and ran it through his shaggy brown hair. "You were what made her so happy."

"Then… why is she so sad now?" He asked as he looked back up at his big sister. Olivia just stared somberly at her younger sibling before removing her hand from his brown locks.

"That's… really hard to explain." Olivia stated as she reluctantly looked back down at the picture.

"Is it because of Dad?" he asked. His eyes never left her face.

"It's because of both our Dads," She replied as she glanced down at him.

Olivia then stood up from her chair and kneeled down to the height of her little brother. She gently wrapped her hands around his small ones and made sure his green eyes were staring directly into her blue ones.

"But don't be sad about it, okay?" She cooed before pressing her forehead against her little brother's. "Smile, Zachy."

Zach smile brightly as he stared into her eyes.

Suddenly, a loud knocking nearly broke down their apartment door. Olivia visibly tensed at the sound of the banging. Her hands clenched down on her brother's.

"Zach, go to your room." Olivia commanded before letting go of him and heading for the front door.

Zach was already in a room at the back of the apartment when Olivia opened the door. Standing in the entrance was a policeman and a man wearing a black suit. Olivia's eyes narrowed.

"Olivia Seaton? I'm Mr. Gordon from Child Services and this is Deputy Harrison." The man in the suit explained as he gestured to the policemen. Olivia's gaze switched between the two.

The Deputy was the next to speak up. "We're here because we'd like to check up on your mother-"

"She's fine." Olivia interrupted.

"I'd rather you let us check for ourselves." Mr. Gordon reputed. Olivia glared him down.

The man wearing a suit looked down on Olivia with adamant eyes. And if there was anything she hated in her enemies, it was persistence.

Olivia was about to repeat her earlier statement, but out the corner of her blue eyes, she noticed Deputy Harrison flex his muscles threateningly. And she knew, the two would move her by force if need be.

They'd left her with no choice.

Olivia threw all of her energy into her voice. Her legs and arms twitched, feckless from the loss of vitality, but it was a small price to pay for her next action.

Using all the power she'd channeled into her vocal cords, Olivia spoke.

"Get Out!"

And those words struck down in the hearts of her visitors as they fearfully fell back on their butts. For the briefest moment, Olivia watched the determination and resolve in their eyes change to fear and desperation. Afterwards, they didn't take long to rise up to their feet and run down the hallway like their lives depended on it.

As soon as Olivia shut the door, her strength returned to its normal flow.

Zach ran over to her from around the corner. "Oli, was it the man in the suit again?"

"Yeah," Olivia replied as she walked past him.

"Did you scare them like last time?" the boy asked as she continued down the hall.

"Had to." Olivia replied before walking into the room closest to the one bathroom of their apartment.

The room was littered with beer bottles, cigarette butts and broken shards of glass, still sharp from when the mirror that was broken months ago. Though the whole place reeked of rancid alcohol and smoke, Olivia stood straight in the door frame. In the center of the mess was a twin sized bed with a large lump hidden underneath its covers.

"Mom," Olivia acknowledged.

The lump shifted slightly.

"Child services dropped by again."

The lump stilled for a moment before it began removing the blankets covering it over. Olivia stood in the door frame, waiting for her mother to uncover herself.

Once the woman was visible, Olivia inwardly cringed. The woman she saw was as pale as a piece of paper, looked as thin as a skeleton, and had glazed over green eyes, most likely from an alcohol buzz. Mentally comparing the woman to the picture Olivia had drawn; comparing her to the mom she once had eight years ago, just made the girl sick to her stomach.

"Olivia…" the woman breathed as she stared at her daughter.

"Mom," Olivia greeted back, arms crossed in front of her.

"I'm sorry, you have to keep using your powers to scare those men away." She slurred as she sat up in her bed.

Olivia was taken aback with the response.

"What?" she asked without thinking. Immediately, she tried to regain her composure. "I mean, it's okay."

Her mother smiled at her daughter's attempt to act composed. Olivia hadn't seen that smile for a long time. But as soon as it appeared, it vanished.

"Olivia…" her mother began again. "Do you remember what I told you the day Zachary had his first temper tantrum?"

"It's not a day I like to remember, but yes." Olivia answered as chills went down her spine from the memory.

"Do you remember where I told you to go if any trouble were ever to arise, whether human or monster?" Olivia racked her brain for the recollection.

"Some kind of camp I think." She replied.

"Camp Half-Blood." Her mother reminded with a cracking voice.

"Right, but mom, nothing here is that bad-"

"Open your eyes, Olivia. You know better than to be that naïve." The woman stated as she rose to her feet, careful to avoid broken glass shards.

"It's going to get better," Olivia preached.

"No, it's not." Her mother decided as she walked over to her eldest child. "Olivia, do you know what tomorrow is?"

Olivia raised an eyebrow at the woman.

"Of course, it's Zach's 8th birthday." Olivia answered. Her mother nodded.

"The day Zachary was born; He told me that his son would be able to harness his power by the age of 8. Four years earlier than you did. And even at the age of twelve you left several victims." Her mother went on.

Olivia guiltily looked at the beer bottles littering the floor beneath her feet.

"My dearest daughter, the only safe place for you and your brother to learn to control yourselves is Camp Half Blood."

Olivia's gaze shot right back at her mother. "But mom-"

"I'll be fine." The woman promised.

"But… will we?" she asked as she looked around the littered apartment floor.

Suddenly, Olivia found herself being wrapped up in the arms of her mother. The first hug she'd had in eight years.

"Olivia, you are a true daughter of Deimos, and your brother, a son of Phobos. I know you'll both be fine because you were both meant for better things than this." The mother whispered into her ear.

Even though Olivia could smell the alcohol on her mother's breath as well as the reminder that she hadn't taken a shower in a while, the girl still hugged her mother back, for even she didn't know if she'd have another chance.

Well, that was the first chapter of Nothing to Fear! I hope you guys really liked it! Please review!

Yours truly,

The Victorian