Ok, guys. I know I promised to write another Loki one, but I am still working on it, I promise. In the meantime, please, accept my offering. This is a fandom whose literature I enjoy.
Daughter of the gods
A fanfiction story
By Brigid Bakin
Started 12/06/2013
Chapter I
Hi, my name is Αναστασία Βικτορια Ήρα εξουσία (Anastasia Victoria Hera Power), why my last name was Power, I have no idea. I woke up on a hill. Don't ask why, but I just did. My eyes fluttered open as I got used to the feeling of being alive. I have hazy memories of time before this, suspended in a shining globe, surrounding by giant beings, but nothing that is clear. I don't know how I woke up as a fully-developed, 16 year old person, but I like it. As I took in my surroundings I noticed I was being held by a handsome young man with jet black hair and almost black eyes. He was pale, very pale and his facial expression was guarded but masked by concern.
"Can I have a mirror?" I croaked. Ugh, great first impression, Anastasia. I congratulated myself mentally. I cleared my throat and tried again. This time, my voice flowed out smooth and mellow. Like an ageless being.
"She sounds like the one of the gods." A kid muttered in the background. I threw him a glare and a pretty, blonde haired stormy grey eyed girl winced.
"You glare like Queen Hera." She said.
I cocked my head. "Um, thanks?" I said, raising an eyebrow and the girl winced again.
"Now you look like my mom." She muttered.
I frowned. "If you are quite finished deciding who in Hades' Realm I look like, I would like a mirror!" I spat. But I did not sound to way I wanted to. I sounded too commanding and sure of myself, like a powerful person, not a snappy, annoyed 16 year old. A girl dressed in a color coordinated fuchsia outfit complete with a giant sparkly fuchsia bow in her hair, ran up with a hand mirror that was, big surprise, fuchsia. She smiled shyly and handed it to me, backing away quickly. I nodded my thanks and turned to my mirror, gods, I was stunning. But I kept changing, but after a few seconds they settled down when I thought: Um, can I just stay looking one way? I gasped, I had stunning dark green, captivating eyes and beautiful, gently curling dark auburn hair. The kids were staring at me. A blush rose into my face. I half felt like asking, What do you see? For some reason, I knew that the kids would see something different. A power of Aphrodite. But I could not remember why I had it.
I put the mirror down at looked around. "Nice to meet you." I said, standing up and pushing off the hands of the black haired boy and a tall, tan and muscular boy with dark sea-green eyes and dark brown hair.
He grinned, "Hi. I am Percy Jackson." He said. He acted nonchalant, but I could see everyone respected him. He was a natural leader and I could tell that many things went on behind those almost carelessly casual sea-green eyes than you would think.
I nodded, "Hello." I said. "I am Αναστασία Βικτορια Ήρα εξουσία. But you can call me Anastasia." I guess they could understand the Greek, because the blond, grey eyed girl scowled. I glanced at her. "Sorry?" I said, "Did I say something to offend you?" I asked with just a hint of sarcasm.
She shook her head, seeming to catch the sarcasm. "No, I just don't like your name sake."
I laughed and shook my head. "I must admit, I do not entirely blame you." I said, half whispering. "Will anyone show me around?" I asked looking around at the circle of people. They all glanced around at each other.
The blond stepped up and looked me up and down. "Welcome to camp Half-blood, Anastasia, I am Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena. This boy here," she said gesturing to the black-eyed boy, "is Nico di Angelo. He is a son of Hades."
Nico nodded, "Hi." He mumbled.
Annabeth shot him a look that said, Be more hospitable! I was good at reading looks. She continued. "The girl that brought you the mirror was Lucy, a daughter of Aphrodite." Lucy smiled and waved. I smiled back. She was a cute little girl with blond hair and huge brown baby eyes that you could not refuse anything to. Annabeth smiled at Lucy, as if her reaction was more pleasing to her. She started to introduce every other camper, but I put up my hand in a commanding sort of way. Annabeth's mouth shut quickly, as if it had been shut by magic.
Percy whistled through his teeth, "Nice. Wish I could do that." He muttered. Annabeth shot him a murderous look. I must have looked surprised that I could do that because she did not seem as annoyed as I thought she would be when she could talk again.
"Now. Come into camp." Annabeth said, gesturing for me to follow her. I nodded and walked up beside her, the other campers following behind us. When I glanced back, I saw a sea of orange shirts. I shook my head and turned to the front. As we passed by a pine tree and entered camp I felt a sense of security come over me.
A centaur trotted up to us. "I am Chiron. Welcome to camp Half-blood." He said smiling. He seemed like a nice guy, I guessed I could trust people here.
I suddenly laughed as I finally remembered a very important part of my existence. "I am no half-blood." I suddenly blurted out, "I am a goddess." What the heck just happened? I asked myself. Everyone looked at me like I was crazy, but then they all gasped and looked above my head, looking confused. I glanced up and saw a sphere hovering above my head. It was white and it had an upside down mountain on it, and on top of the mountain, was a temple that looked like the Parthenon.
Chiron's eyes grew wide. "Not since…" he trailed off, looking very worried. He bent in his front legs in a bow and the rest of the campers followed suit. "Hail, Αναστασία Βικτορια Ήρα εξουσία. Daughter of…" he paused, as if wondering how best to say this, "Daughter of the gods.
