Hello there. So this story kind of goes along with a little goofy thing I have been barely working on lately, 'Half-Bloods Guide to Prime Demigods'. You don't have to read it, it was just kind of my OC Launch pad. I hope you enjoy, and like always I own nothing. If I did there would be many more Kane Chronical Books

If you're listening to this, you are not Mortal. Well, that was a lie, you are half mortal. Look at the world around you, because it's all about to change. The world you about to enter isn't pretty. I'll give you one chance to walk away. Forget about this and just leave.

Well, now no backing out. All or nothing from here on out. Let's get down to business. They said that the seven were the most powerful heroes of the age. But what if they got it wrong. What if they weren't, people just didn't know it yet.

Hi, my name is Ophelia. But you can just call me Lia. I'm going to be a guide into this weird world. And can I just say, don't do what I do? I'm a horrible role model. Oh yeah, and don't call me and my friends the heroes of Olympus. We are something totally different. Some people call us reckless, and monsters. But there is another word for the three of us. Call us renegades. Because there are other words that really fit.

I have to say my life got really crazy when I met Him. Which is saying a lot.

It all started with the wolfs. As soon as I heard their howl, I turned in the opposite direction and ran as fast as I could. I had finally made it to new york and then they decide to find me again. I turn a corner and start to hear his voice. The shadows around me start to move. Ever since I woke up in South Carolina they have been chasing me. I didn't really remember anything from before I woke up.

The familiar feeling of a dagger materializing in my hand brought me back to the present. I didn't quite know where the dagger came from. I could tell that it was magic, I think that it came from the ring that I always wear, but I wasn't sure. It was black, and grey. With splashes of silver.

That's when the first wolf appeared in front of me. It's black coat told me that it was a lycanthrope and not the silver wolves of Artemis. It lunged and I sidestepped and cut it down the side. Like normal when I lifted my blade up after the cut the beast melted into shadows. I was passing an apartment neighborhood when about five wolves started chasing me. I stopped and turned and slice my blade against the side of one of the wolves that didn't stop fast enough. The other four were smarter, they formed a semicircle around me. Two lunged on either side of me, I met one with the tip on the blade before it got to me.

But forgetting about the second monster. It scripted the side of my craft. This was not the first time I got scraped by the wolfs. I had claw scraps all over my body. But it still hurt like tarturess. I turned to face the three remaining wolfs. My thumb passed over the bottom on the bottom of the hilt. I pressed it in and took a swing. Like normal as soon as I swung the blade grew into a whip. It hit two of the wolf's, who were so kind, they melted into to shadow. As I faced the third wolf I noticed a teenage dark haired boy running off of an apartment building.

He looked in my direction and started running towards me. I didn't know why mortals couldn't see the wolfs. They probably say a girl playing tug war with a dog. Not shadow creators fighting a helpless half-blood.

I didn't quite know what to do, I just knew I had to get rid of the monster before they noticed to foolish mortal boy three blocks away. It lunged, I stepped aside and wrapped the whip around the wolf's abdomen. I used his own force to slam him into the wall. As he started melting, I looked towards the boy. He pulled a pen out of his pocket, he looked ready the kill the wolfs with an epically boring essay. As he got closer I noticed his eyes. Bright green. Not like crayon green, but the color of a lake. He stopped right in front of me.

"Are you okay?" He looked at my leg and then my whip. I pressed the button that turned it back into the ring on my left hand. I must have looked pretty weird. A thirteen (I think) year old girl with short choppy grey hair (And Don't ask me why) And scrapped head to toe with claw marks. He started to look nerves. "Hey kid, you there," he waved his hand in front of my face. "You must have hit your head.''

"I'm fine," I was just more shocked that he could see all of what was going on. "I'm fine, just... Well, I'm good." I had no idea what to say.

He looks actually concerned about me. "Are you a Half-blood?" I must've given him a confused look. "You know a child of some god and a mortal. Are you sure you are ok, you don't look good."

"Yeah, umm both, I'm sure I'm fine, and I am a Half-blood. Who are you, and how do you know about the magic world."

This, a teenager just looked at me with a little bit of sympathy, like he knew what it was like in my shoes. He held up his hand in order to shake mine. " Percy Jackson, Son of Poseidon. And how are you kid?."

I shook his hand back, "Ophelia, I think, I really don't remember much from before I woke up."

He gave me this look in between concern and anger. "Wow, the gods are doing that again, Great… Hey kid, sorry I get what you mean, the gods did that to me last fall and dropped me off in California. How about you come to my apartment, I can patch up your leg. Then I'll take you to Camp. I wasn't planning on going for a couple of days, but sooner would be better."

I just looked at this boy, wait his name is Percy. I just looked at Percy, why was he being nice to me, He just met me.

"I'm good, I have to go somewhere. Thanks for the offer though." I turned to go, but a hand held me back.

"Oh yeah, where do you have to go, You have no memory, remember. " That was true. But I remember what the tree nymph said in the Chesapeake Bay. And that is what I told him.

"I was told to go to new york, then head east, there I'll be safe."

He looked at me like he knew where I was talking about. I wish he would stop giving me that look. "I know where she was talking about. Actually, I'm kind of a celebrity their. So how about we go to my apartment, I pack, you get cleaned up, and then I take you to this safe place. How does that sound."

Now that I think about it I remember the name Perseus Jackson, but not from where. So it was possible that this part of his story checks out. He was still holding onto my arm, there was only one option. "Sounds like a Plan." With that, we started the way we came.

Once we got to the door he opened it and let me in. "My mom and dad are at some teacher family picnic to celebrate the start of spring break. So, for now, it's just you and me." I looked around, it looked like a nice apartment. You could tell a baby lived theirs. He pointed to a coach. "Sit,"

I did so I was kind of tired from the wolfs. He wants into what I think is the bathroom. He returned holding a bottle, bandages, and a bag of what looks like ambrosia. He sat down on the floor in front of me and pulled up my pants. "Ok, this might hurt a little bit at first." He handed me the ziplock bag, "here it's ambrosian, should help with a little bit of everything." I took a bag and pulled a chunk of the bar off. I slowly started to eat some.

"You've been doing this for a while?" I wasn't good at small talk but it was better than silence.

"Yeah, you could say so, I found out I was a half-blood when I was 12, Never really had a broken sense than." Percy poured some of the liquid on the claw lines. I must've winced a little when he did so. "Yeah, it hurts a little when you first put it on, but it gets better"

"Your name sounds familiar, I just don't know from where."

"Well I am pretty popular," he paused for a moment. "Do you have a legion tattoo?"

"A what tattoo?" I had no idea what he was talking about. He was stronger than I originally thought he was, Percy was still wrapping my leg and it was tight.

He held up his arm to show me something, "this is a legion tattoo." It was a trident with one dash mark under it and the letter SPQR at the top.

I pulled up my jacket sleeve, nothing but scars. "No, why?"

"Last summer I and my friend Jason woke up with amnesia halfway across the country, but he was part of the Roman legion so had a tattoo. I just wanted to make sure that that wasn't happening again. It didn't end well." He finished wrapping my leg, " Stay here and I'll give you a change of clothes."

I didn't realize it before but I looked like a street urchin, except my jacket, it was like armor. It never got ripped or stained. With was weird. It was just a black leather jacket. He came back with a pair of jean shorts and a blue tank top.

"The bathroom is over there," he pointed down the hall.

"Thank you," I walked into the bathroom. It was a good sized bathroom. I switched my jeans for shorts. I exchanged the tank top for my ripped black shirt. Though I left my tank-top and the thin armor layer I wore. And the ring that was always on her middle finger. I didn't know why but it was important. I walked out into the living room. I could hear Percy on the phone with what I think is his mom.

"Yeah, mom I found this kid fighting monsters… Yeah, she is definitely powerful, she has amnesia as I did… Oh, course I'm taking her to camp… we'll be fine… I'll take blackjack… No, I will not get myself killed… love you too." I wish I had someone that cared about me like that. Even though I couldn't remember anyone, but I had a feeling there was no one. Percy came into the living. He had a duffle bag, I had the clothes he gave me and my messenger bag. He headed out the door and a fouled. We walked down the street we waited for tier for a while. I looked up at him.

"Don't give me that look he'll be here." We waited for a couple more minutes. Then I saw something coming from the eastern sky. At first, it looked like a bird the closer it got I could tell it was a pegasus. I couldn't quite explain it I couldn't see that he was, I could feel what it was. When the beautiful black pegasus landed I could hear its thoughts, but it was weird so I just didn't say anything. I thought that I was just going mad, the life I live, I won't be surprised. Percy mounted the winged creator.

"You coming, Ophelia? Or do you like Lia?" He was sweet.

"Either works for me if it works for you." I mounted the winged horse. He really was beautiful.

"Ok Lia, let's go." We didn't talk much, We watched the city from up above. Once we passed over the Lincoln bridge Percy finale spoke. "So Ophelia, isn't that like the title of a song or something? Isn't a typical name. "

I had to think about it for a while, but then I remember one word, Moon. "I think that it is a moon."

"Cool."

"Why you ask?"

"Guess I'm just a little curious. Plus the quiet was starting to get on my nerves" I didn't know what to say to that. We fell back into silence, which I guess must have bugged him a little. But that was broken when I saw the Athena Parthenos. I only saw the crown at first but I could tell what it was.

"That's not supposed to be there." Well, it wasn't, an ancient Greek lost statue just stand in the middle of the woods. But then I saw the camp itself, I was speechless. It was undeniable, an omega-shaped out of colored greek temple looking things with about six extra shattered around the shore. An arena and a climbing wall. Everyone looks happy there. We started to descend.