Disclaimer : I do not own PJO. If I did, I wouldn't be writing this. I do not own the original characters, just the plot and my OC.
Chapter 1
This is a better summary. Mandy thinks that the world that she lives in is normal, but she was wrong. She finds out an important detail about her life. She's a half-blood and not and ordinary one either, after she finds out that her dad and grandma get kidnapped (demigodnapped?). Miranda meets Annabeth and Percy, who take her to Camp Half-Blood, which is where she reunites with her ex-boyfriend. After a few songs, many times of passing out and getting injured later, she gets a quest in order to save her father and grandmother. There is singing involved! Please comment if you have any suggestions. This is my first fan fic, so no flames. Please?
Prologue
If I could say one thing about my life, before I found out what I was, I would've said that it sucked. I mean, I've never met my mother until recently. Not a thing from my grandfather until I met my mom. It would've been safe to say that my father, Jack Jefferson, and my grandmother, Rosaline, have raised me since I was born. You didn't come here for a sob story did you? Fine, here's the important stuff. My name is Miranda Rose Jefferson and you'll find out who my mother is shortly. I'll start from the start of my major problems.
Chapter 1
I'm walking home from work in the beginning of July when Ben, a major bully from school, confronts me. "Hey, Miranda. Got anything for us today." Clutching my handbag closer to my side, I say, "No, Benjamin. I don't." He takes a step closer to me. "Aww. Come on. It's just a few simple hundred bucks. No big deal about that. You have plenty of it to spend on thrift store closes and other stuff, such as the worthless jewelry you wear." "Ben, I don't have any money." "Give me the dang purse!" "No!" "Boys." The next thing that I know, I feel arms grab me around my midsection. The purse is taken away from me and given to Ben. I scream as loud as I can. Ben's side kick, Rob, covers my mouth. I see Ben reach into my bag until there is a sharp snap, I smile at the sound. He throws my purse at my feet and shows his goons his hand, for at the end is a mousetrap. "Help me get this thing off!" he yells. Both of his sidekicks let me go to try to pry it off of his hand and I run the 4 blocks to my home.
Once I get to the apartment complex, I grab my key to unlock the door. I go in, shut the door and run up the stairs to my apartment. Once I'm at my door, I know I'm safe. I walk in and go into my room, shutting the door after I walk in. I sit down on my bed and pull out the 1,050 that was stuffed within the hidden pockets of my purse. Once that was finished I lay down on my back. Sleep overcomes me and I have a strange dream.
"She plans ahead and has strategy for everything. Did you not see the mousetrap thing? Genius." says a woman with long brown hair and dark grey eyes. "Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Athena, but what about me? What part of me is in her?" asks a guy with sunglasses and really white teeth.
"I hope she isn't as annoying as you, brother." adds a girl petting a stag. "Hey. No one is as annoying as me, baby sister." "For the last time, Apollo, I am not your baby sister. And as much as I hate it, I am your sister." "Whatever." There's a flash of lightning and a loud booming voice. "Silence! Athena, Apollo, Artemis, stop your bickering." All three people look at the man at the head seat, and then look at me. Athena says, "Father Zeus, we have company." Another flash brings me back to consciousness.
When I wake up, I get out of bed to get a drink. That's when I hear Dad and Grandma talking to someone. I, trying to be as quiet as possible, sneak up to the kitchen's door and peer around it. A, obviously, young male with really dark brown hair, says to Dad and Grandma, "Miranda needs to go to Camp Half-Blood for important training and protection. I'm surprised that there haven't been any monster attacks yet. A female with blonde hair says, "Miss Rosal-"
Grandma interrupts. "Call me Rosaline." "Rosaline," the girl continues, "Percy and I know that Mandy needs the protection, especially with how powerful her godly aura is." Grandma looks at Dad with a sad look in her eyes. Before another word is said, I storm into the kitchen. "I AM NOT GOING!" Everybody in there looks at me. Dad and Grandma, both, have an ashamed look on their faces.
The girl has storm cloud grey eyes that look like mine and the woman from my dream. "Hello. My name is Annabeth and this," she gestures to the guy next to her, "is Percy." I look at my father and grandmother and ask, "Why are you trying to send me away?" Tears start pouring out of my eyes. I direct my anger at Annabeth and Percy. "And why are you trying to take me away? I've lived here for five years. I refuse to leave." My dad interrupts me. "Mandy, please don't-" "Don't what? Don't yell?" "Miranda they want to take you there." "Dad, I've said this many times already. I'm not going!" "Mandy, honey, this will hurt me more than it will hurt you." "Dad, don't start that. My ex pulled that same stunt. Remember?" I look at Grandma and tears pour out faster. "Grandma, please." She just looks at her feet. "Fine. FINE!" I run out of the house, not looking back.
I run either five or six blocks before I come to a stop in an alley. I put my face on a wall and cry, occasionally hitting the wall. "Well. Well. Well. Look who we have here. Guys, what do you think we should do to her?" " Dunno dude. Maybe we should kill her." "Yeah, awesome idea." I turn around to see Ben, Rob and, Mark. "Great, what do you freaks want?" They reply in unison, "Your death." "Why?" Ben says, "Well, for one, you are a very powerful demigod and could end up killing our boss. Two, we need your blood in order for him to rise again." Their fingernails lengthen and become as sharp as yosiblades and their eyes come together as one. "Hey!" I hear from the end of the alley. We all turn around and guess who I see. Annabeth and Percy. Ben asks, "What?" "Leave her be."
Before he could react, Percy pulls out a pen, uncaps it, and it turns into a sword. Annabeth pulls out a dagger and sword made of the same metal as Percy's. She tosses the sword to me and I catch it. Ben, Rob, and Mark separate and Percy yells out, "Cyclopes!" Annabeth yells out something that sounds like " No duh, Percy. I can see that." Ben runs to me, claws extended and I swing the sword up. I aim for his head but, I get two of his fingers. "You will pay for that!" he growls. Before I can swing again, he claws my arm, from my bicep to my inner wrist. I scream in pain and fall from it. I look up at my arm to see that blood is pouring out. I look back at Annabeth and Percy to find them fighting Ben. My eyesight blurs but when I am able to see again, I see them stab him. He turns to dust. Percy throws his fist in the air but Annabeth drags him over to me. I blackout for a second from blood loss. The entire time I'm out, I feel something being poured onto my arm and something melting in my mouth.
The pain diminishes. "Mandy,are you alright?" Annabeth asks. My sight returns. "Yeah." I cough. "Never better." I sit up and wait a second. I look at my arm to see that most of it had healed except for a scratch on my inner elbow, which was still bleeding. Percy says hold on and does something unexpected. He levitated water from a puddle near my arm. The water gathers around the cut and when it falls, I see that it had closed up and there was no more blood.
"H-how'd you do that?" I ask. Percy shrugs his shoulders and replies, "I dunno. I've been able to most of my life. I think that it has to do with the fact that I am Posidon's son." Annabeth gasps and slaps him across the face. "Ow! Gods Annabeth, that hurt." Annabeth says back, "You shouldn't have said that." "Said what?" I ask.
"Well you how Percy, his big-mouthed self, said that he was- is Posidon's son." "Yeah."
"Well, he was telling the truth. See, my mom is Athena. We are both demigods. You're one too."
"But, my dad isn't a god." "No, but your mom is." "Who is she, then?" "Mandy, to be honest, I don't know. But we will find out soon."
Percy mumbles something that sounds like, "Annabeth, my wise-girl, not knowing something. And admitting it. That's a first." Annabeth says to him with her hand raised to him. "Don't make me use this. I swear I will." He replies, "Abuse." "It's not abuse if you like it." "I DON'T!" "Liar."
"Guys." I say. Both look at me, Annabeth puts her hand down. I pause for a second before running my hand through my waist length, fiery red hair. "I would like to go to this camp. But first I would like to say goodbye to my grandmother and father. And to pack. I stand up, slowly so I wouldn't fall, and start walking back home. Annabeth and Percy follow me.