There you go, my first Percy Jackson fan fiction. I hope that you'll enjoy it!

-L

P.S. Isabella Greene is not me.

P.P.S. Anything you recognise? Sadly, it's not mine.

"So you're the new kid?" a burly teenager stood before the little girl and asked with a surprisingly soft voice.

"Y-Yes," the child stuttered, frightened by the female that towered above her.

The teenager chuckled and shook her head. "You shouldn't listen to what those Hermes twins tell you; they're always up to no good. Anyway, I'm Clarisse La Rue."

Clarisse seemed friendly enough, so the little girl nodded and said, "I'm Isabella Greene. Can you please tell me what happened beside the lake just now?"

"Well, you see…do you know about the Greek gods, like, Greek Mythology? You do? Good. The Greek gods are real. Olympus exists. Yes, all those myths are true. Do you know who the gods are?"

"Let me see," Isabella replied, extending her hand to count on her little fingers, "Zeus, Poseidon, Hades, I remember that there is a wine guy"-she paused and gave the daughter of Ares a weird look when Clarisse tried to suppress a grin-"Hestia, Venus-"

"No, no, no." The older girl shook her head again, her arms akimbo. "Venus is the Roman form of Aphrodite, the Greek goddess of love."

"Oh, I always thought that Venus was the Greek goddess of love…there's also Athena-"

Clarisse piped in, "Yes, that's it! Athena! What was the animal that appeared above your head just now?"

Isabella looked a little annoyed at being interrupted again, but answered, "It was an owl, wasn't it? Oh, wait, I know! Athena's symbol is an owl! What does that mean?"

The daughter of Ares mentally chuckled when she saw the eight-year-old's stormy grey eyes gleam with anticipation. With her honey blond hair, Isabella looked like a smaller version of Annabeth Chase.

"If the Greek gods exist, demigods exist too. You know what demigods are, don't you?"

"Of course I do! They are the children of the gods and the mortals, aren't they?"

"Yes, they are. I am a demigod; in fact, this camp, Camp Half-blood, is for demigods, which means that you are a demigod, too. I'm a daughter of Ares, the Greek god of war," Clarisse said.

Fear crossed the little girl's eyes again, and she took a step away from Clarisse. "W-war? I hate war. War is bad. It kills people," she spoke in short, abrupt sentences.

Clarisse sighed wearily. Why was it that Ares kids were always stereotyped to be bad? Yes, fine, Clarisse had been a bully last time, but people could change, right? She said, "I know that war is bad, but that doesn't mean that I'm bad too."

Isabella whimpered and took a cautious step towards her. "Are you sure that you're not bad?"

"Yes, I am. Now back to the main topic. Like I said, this camp is only for demigods, or half-bloods. Just now, when that owl appeared above your head, you were claimed. You are a daughter of Athena, the goddess of wisdom and warfare."

Clarisse watched as Isabella blinked. "Alright," the eight-year-old replied. That shocked the other girl a lot. No camper had ever received the news so calmly before, save for Jason Grace, son of Zeus.

"You believe me?" she asked in bewilderment.

Isabella nodded. "Why shouldn't I?"

"Oh, nothing, it's just"-Clarisse hesitated for a moment-"it's just that most newcomers find it hard to believe that they are the children of gods and that the Greek gods really do exist."

"Well, it isn't that hard for me, since I dreamed about my mother before."

"You did?" came the surprised reply. When it was met with a nod, the speaker continued, "That's rare."

"Why is everyone so…gloomy?" Isabella asked, observing the facial expressions of various campers.

Here it goes. The daughter of Ares braced herself. "You know the camper that you met just now, Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon?"

"Yeah, why?"

"He has a girlfriend, Annabeth Chase, who is a daughter of Athena, like you. Well…erm…let's phrase it this way, Annabeth is currently in a coma due to unknown reasons, though Chiron suspects that it is due to something that happened during one of her quests. Hence, Percy is depressed, and his best friend Grover, a satyr, is depressed because he is depressed, and the entire Athena cabin is depressed, and the friends of the children of Athena are depressed because their friends are depressed, and the friends of the friends of the children of Athena are depressed because their friends are depressed, and so on, so practically the whole camp is depressed," Clarisse paused for a breath before continuing, "get it?"

"Woah."

"Yes?"

"You said nine 'depressed's, five 'friend's and five 'and's in the same sentence."

The older girl felt like face-palming, but opted for the safer way (she might whack her face too hard) and replied, "Ohhh-kay."

That was one true daughter of Athena. Those geniuses.

Isabella Greene stood over a bed in the infirmary, watching silently as a certain son of Poseidon held his head in his hands and sat beside the same bed.

Finally, she broke the silence, "How long has she been in a coma?"

"Two months, three days, two hours and about thirty minutes," the chocolate-haired boy croaked, his throat dry from weeping and the lack of water.

When a satyr passed by the bed, he muttered in Isabella's ear, "He's hardly ever slept for the last two months. He keeps rejecting his food, and even blue coke can't comfort him."

"Blue coke?" the girl asked in a whisper. The satyr nodded and mouthed before he left, His favourite drink. The daughter of Athena glanced at Percy and briefly wondered how coke could be blue.

The boy was still motionless, staring at the golden-haired beauty that was lying on the bed. Her eyes were shut, her long blond lashes forming shadows on her high cheekbones. A pair of peony pink lips was located below her perfectly angled nose. Her skin was tanned, probably from all that training in Camp Half-blood. A blanket covered her from waist-down, revealing the orange Camp Half-blood T-shirt that she was wearing. She looked pretty healthy for a comatose person. Anyone would've thought that she was merely sleeping soundly if they didn't know the plight that she was in.

Her boyfriend, on the other hand, had a pair of sea-green eyes that carried dark circles around them. His face was pale and gaunt, showing, very obviously, that he was horribly malnourished. All that were left on his limbs were sinewy muscles from his earlier, happier days when Annabeth was beside him, conscious and healthy. His lips were thin and chapped, and held an unhealthy colour. Overall, he looked like he had been fasting for days, which he probably had.

He must really love her a lot, Isabella thought.

I hope it's alright. Well, thanks for reading!

-L