AN: Hey guys! It's great to publish the beginnings of what might be the first thing I've written that I'll be proud of. Heheh. So... I know some people might find the characters as Mary Sue's. The thing is though, Silver started off as my own gender-bent Percy. Some how that evolved into a hybrid of me, Percy, and other fandoms into this 'perfect character'. Frankly I didn't expect her to be the model character for all. I was young at the time and was using her as a coping tool for my low self-esteem. She was my perfect person, and ideal. Living her life in my mind was incredible! After time she evolved and... she's less a Mary Sue now. Long story short, give her a chance. She'll get better as time goes on. I appreciate constructive criticism, but please don't full-out bash me. If you have any suggestions or anything I really appreciate comments. I'll try to post as much as I can despite my busy schedule, and will also attempt to respond to you comments.

Disclaimer: The Percy Jackson universe and characters belong to Rick Riordan, Trinity Rose Heartlock belongs to fellow writer Trinity Rose Heartlock (IRL friend. Check out her stories on here), and Greek mythology is owned by... no one? Anyways, on with the story!

Silver Jackson and the Legacy Heroes: The Tree of Eudokia

I'm Attacked by a Living Science Project

I'll admit, I'm what you'd call a 'giant screw-up'. My parent's led their own, incredible lives, and all I've tried to do so far is be exactly like them. If you're thinking right now "Oh, how cute. A little girl wants to be just like her parents." you'd be dead wrong. Yah it's precious when a little seven year old wants that, but after fourteen years of trying to escape their shadows, enough is enough.

Since long before I was eight years old, I'd been told that I'd grow up to be a hero just like them. One snot-nosed brat even went as far as to say that it was my job to be. So of course it'd make sense that my highly impressionable mind was convinced that I had to. I spent all my time studying, mimicking, and training to be as perfect as them. I wasn't convinced that I was perfect until people started seeing me as my dad, with slightly more brains. Perfect control over water, supreme combat skills, superb grades, and an impressive history with quests put me at the top of my generation at camp.

Oh right, I forgot to mention what I am, and why I had wanted to be my parents so badly. My name is Silver Ocean Jackson, and I'm the daughter of the two most famed demigod heroes of the past few centuries: Percy and Annabeth Jackson, and this is the story of how a magic tree ruined my life.

-August 4th, 2029-

It had been a hectic week at Camp Half-Blood for me. I had sword fighting, swimming, music, more sword fighting, summer classes, even more sword fighting, and a chaotic game of capture-the-flag to top it off. I was relieved to finally have some time to myself, and where better to spend it than a quiet creek, tucked away in the forest where no one could find me. Except of course, someone could find me.

It was noon, and I was sitting on the side of the creek with my feet in the water. The sun was just barely breaking through the trees shade, but did just enough so that I felt the pleasant heat on my face. It was the most relaxed I'd felt in months. I could've fallen asleep right then and there and never woken up. In fact, I was half asleep when my best friend Trinity came barreling through the forest, leading the ugliest slime I'd ever seen straight into my safe haven.

My eyes shot open as I heard the branches snapping, and I thought it could only be my annoying twelve year old brother, Charlie, who was the single person I told about this place. I twisted my face in annoyance.

"Charlie? What the Hades did you do know?" I called out, expecting him to be trailed by one of the Ares cabin members.

Trinity's voice was the one to reply, however. "GET OUT OF THE WAY!"

Her warning was in vain. She shot an arrow at what looked like a giant amoeba, aggravating it, before knocking me into the nearest stone. I yelped out in pain, but forced myself back up despite the scrapes and bruises.

"Poseidon's underpants, Trinity! What did YOU do?"

She ignored me in response, rather focusing on the monster. I prepare to fight, tapping my bracelet. The familiar blue glow lit up around me and replaced my bracelet with a celestial bronze sword. I braced myself for its approaching figure, but couldn't dodge it quickly enough to strike. The amoeba opened a mouth I didn't know it had (I mean it is a monster), and sunk its newfound teeth into my favorite shoulder. I gritted my teeth angrily, before pulling back.

Trinity released another arrow, but it absorbed it, using the weapon as fuel rather than an inconvenience.

Trinity frowned, "We need a plan. Weapons don't work." I rolled my eyes at that.

"Well it's pretty much an amoeba right?" I thought out loud, "Remember middle school science? An amoeba's a single cell, and cells absorb water. If it absorbs enough of it, it'll explode!"

Trinity silently nodded, and held off the monster, receiving a nasty gash on her leg. I winced at the sight but turned back to the water, focusing hard. I felt a tug in my gut and the water rose into the air. With my shoulder bleeding so much, plus this, I felt my energy draining fast. I willed the water to surround the amoeba, and sure enough it began sucking it all up like a sponge. I mentally cheered for osmosis, and thanked my mom for forcing me to read through that textbook a second time around. My memory was usually awful. My energy gave out not a second too soon. The amoeba overloaded, splattering bits and pieces everywhere before its remains turned to dust.

I gave out a sigh of relief, collapsing onto the dirt. Trinity, who barely remained standing herself, looked at me worriedly.

"Sil, you okay?" She questioned breathlessly. I turned away at the sight of her blood though, feeling even sicker.

"Yah I'm fine. You should get help though. Make your way back to the infirmary. I… will heal in the water. You know me." I smile weakly, and make my way into the creek's remains. Trinity ripped off a bit of her shirt and wraps her knee and limped off into the trees without another word. I smiled, leaning back in the water. It healed my wounds and relaxed me, lulling me into a nice, dreamless sleep. The thought of the sickening sight of another person's blood left my mind all together.

AN: Thanks for reading! It means a lot! Please comment if you can. :) I understand I'm not the best writer and my characters/plot aren't superb, so please message me of any errors/suggestions! Thanks guys.