Prologue

Disclaimer; Sadly I do not own Percy Jackson. That goes to Rick Riordan, the author of wonderful book series. Go Rick Riordan!

Author's Note; I think this would be what happens if Percy had a sister. Review! Review! Review! Nicely, because this is my first Fanfiction.

My name is Chryssie Jackson. I was put in an orphanage at birth. I ran away and met Thalia, Annabeth, Luke, and Grover. I was seven.

This is right before I got to Camp Half-Blood. I was walking around a Cyclopes's lair. I heard Luke, Thalia, and Annabeth's voices.

"Chryssie! I'm over here!" I heard Annabeth say.

"No! Chryssie I'm over here!" She yelled again.

Something grabbed my shoulder and put a hand over my mouth. I turned around. It was Annabeth! We found a room with a Cyclopes cooking Luke, Thalia, and Grover.

Annabeth and I took out our daggers. She untied our friends while I ran up, and stabbed the Cyclops in the belly button. We escaped just barely.

When we made it to Camp Half-Blood, the monsters caught up.

Thalia looked us in the eyes and said, "Go! Luke, take care of Annabeth and Chryssie for me. You will see me again."

I cried for days but, finally got over it.