Daughter of Ice

by Storm-Eyes-Osprey

There are Greek gods. There are Roman gods. Now, there is something new arising. New creatures, forgotten for centuries, are returning, and It's up to me to stop them from destroying the world as we know it. My name is Aiya, daughter of Skadi, the Norse goddess of Ice, and this is my story. First book in the ice trilogy.

1. Chapter 1: I attack a wolf with a brick

Disclaimer: I do not own or claim to own the idea of Percy Jackson.

This story just came to me when I was bored on the bus ride to school, and I couldn't wait to write it, and I guess it was kind of inspired by watching 'frozen' (You'll find out how later!) so here I am! I won't be able to update too often, but still, reviews are greatly appreciated!

For once, I thought the day had actually gone perfectly. I scrambled from the bus at my stop, for the first time in what seemed like years without the crazy skid-plummet as the bus stops when you least expect it, and marvelled at the fact that it wasn't raining. I took a deep sighing breath, hoisted my satchel up my shoulder, and made my way through the bustle of the street, pushing through the crowd to get home. I passed the back alley outside the nearby hotel, and almost passed out on the spot. There was a wolf, nose pressed into the bins, scrapping about in the alley. It was huge, so big that its head would have reached my shoulder, a lithe, well-muscled body covered in shaggy, pure black fur. It turned, a growl reverberating in its throat, and I froze at the sight of its eyes. Two orbs of what seemed to be pure fire glared back at me, emitting a dazzling white light, the insides shifting and flickering. I looked around frantically, but the bustle of the crowd carried on, as if me and the wolf were invisible. Then it pounced.

In the brief moment that my attention wavered, it surged forwards; paws outstretched, and slammed me into the wall. All the breath was knocked out of me in the sudden impact, and I felt my head jar violently to the side. I slithered down onto the pavement as the wolf stood over me, and growled in a menacing, raspy voice,

"Ragnarok is coming!" it rasped, eyes blazing in a column of flame as he said the word. At the harsh tones of his voice, I felt the world lurch and spin as I heaved for breath.

"You will be the first to die!" growled the wolf, and he lunged for my throat. I gasped in horror, and rolled to the side, and the hideous black beast slammed head-first into the wall, sending fragments of brick scattering to the ground. The wolf seemed unfazed, and merely shook his head to clear dust from his fur, and leapt again. This time, in a sudden burst of courage, I seized one of the fragmented bricks from the ground and hurled it at the creatures face. It let out a screech as the brick spun forwards and embedded itself directly between his eyes. I winced as I realised I had only angered him, and scrambled away as it advanced on me, eyes blazing, a shard of brick sticking out of his forehead, thick black liquid coursing down his face. I closed my eyes and prepared to die, hunching up in the corner, hugging my knees tightly to my chest. Nothing happened. I dared to open my eyes, and I saw the wolf, lying on the ground, eyes flung wide open, fur standing on end, smoke trailing from its lifeless body. I looked up further to see the boy. He had windswept black hair and stormy blue eyes, and his hand was crackling with electricity. Behind him were a girl and another boy, who each looked grimly at the creature before them. The girl had wavy brown hair and her eyes were an unusual shade of grey, and the other boy also had black hair, but had much darker eyes, which seemed to be watching me with a strange interest, and I shrunk away nervously.

"What was that?" demanded the first boy, 'Lightning boy' I had already nicknamed him in my head.

"Skoll." The name of the creature tumbled out of my mouth before I knew what I was saying, and I shook my head, blinking rapidly in confusion. I tossed my braid of brown hair over my shoulder, and looked at my feet, my mind seeming to hum distractedly. The wavy-hair girl stepped forwards, and looked me up and down thoughtfully.

"What's your name?" she pondered, and I hesitated. These were strangers. But they saved your life. Another, irrational voice spoke at the back of my mind, and I narrowed my eyes as a bout of conflict took over.

"Aiya. My name is Aiya." I replied, bowing my head at how strange my name sounded to me. Wavy-hair girl nodded, and looked to her companions.

"We need to get her to camp. Now."

A/N: In case anyone was wondering, Aiya's name is pronounced like 'eye-a'. Review, and I need some OC's for camp-half blood, and some for the Norse camp, which will be revealed later!