Rhea's P.O.V.

I stood behind my mother, scared. I was only five back then. I watched her block a scratch from Enchinda that would have been fatal. Enchinda clawed her in the chest though.

"Rhea listen, whatever you do, stay quiet." My black eyes were wide with fear as my mother down, her weapon gone. Enchinda laughed. Her red eyes shown with excitement.

"Mama!" I screamed with terror. "Wake up, Mama!" Mother had always worried that Enchinda would come to claim me, and here she was. I looked up watching Enchinda advance toward me. I did the most logical thing; I ran up the wooden stairs and across the hall into the familiar bathroom, locking the door. I heard Enchinda coming up slowly, not bothering, knowing I would die. I hid in the cup board, small enough to crawl in.

Through the peek hole, I saw the wooden door shatter as Enchinda punched it open. I didn't know why it wanted me. I only followed my mom's advice, stay quiet. But Enchinda sniffed the air and turned toward the cup board, I couldn't help it; I screamed. Enchinda banged on the locked cup board.

"Open it!" she shrieked. I backed away, trying to open the wall somehow. "Come out! Daughter of Hades!" I froze. Hades? I wasn't a daughter of Hades, in fact, I wasn't anyone's daughter, except for my mom, of course. And who was Hades? I started trembling like mad.

The cup board door burst open and Enchinda's monsterous face stared at my petrified face. Her forked tongue licked her lips, anticipating how I would taste. Her hands, full of scales on them, reached toward me. I started screaming with horror as her green nail touched me.

Suddenly a spear went through Enchinda. Enchinda shrieked and disingrated. I didn't move, but started to cry. A girl with punk clothing and shocking blue eyes carried me from the cup board down to the couch. I sobbed in her shoulder, looking at my mom's lifeless body. The girl with blue eyes sat next to me and stroked my dark brown hair. Beside her was a boy with sandy blonde hair and a mischivieous look.

After five mintues, the girl bent down and whispered in my ear; "What did Enchinda call you?" I leaned away from her.

"A-are you a monster too?" I asked, my voice quivering. The boy laughed.

"Of course not!" The girl slapped him across the face.

"This isn't time to laugh! We're lucky we heard a scream or she would be dead! Now what did the monster call you?"

"D-daughter of Hades," I whispered. The girl's eyes widened.

"No! That cannot be true!" I started to cry even harder.

"I'm not though! He left!" I shrieked. There was a flash of white light. When it died out, everything was back to normal. The girl stared at the boy.

"Luke! Was that you?" Luke shook his head. The girl stared at me. "But then you aren't a child of Hades. They only produce black magic!"

"L-like my mom did." The girl frowned.

"How old was your mom?"

"45." The girl nodded.

"So your mom is a daughter of Hades, who's your dad?"

I blushed. "My mom said he's down down, even more down then her dad." The girl frowned.

"What's your name?"

"Rhea. Rhea Cooper." The girl jumped back at least ten feet.

"Rhea? You mean like the wife of Kr-"

"Shush!" Luke yelled. "We're not supposed to say that name! Remember what Grover said, Thalia?" Thalia nodded.

"Sorry." She stared at me. "It's not possible. Your dad's probably some minor god we don't know about," but she didn't sound confident.

I got up. "I'm going to go find a new home." Thalia grabbed my shoulder.

"You can come to camp with us!" I frowned.

"The camp that my mom talked about? She said it's a very bad place for me. She called me special." Luke rolled his eyes.

"We all are. Listen we're children of the Olympians. I'm Hermes and she's Zeus. Face it, greek mythology is reality." My chin stuck up.

"But my dad isn't an Olympian." Thalia's face paled.

"Luke, I think we just found a child of-"

"Shush! We'll show Mr. D."

But I pressed forward. "Child of who? Tell me!" Thalia shook her head.

"Go pack your stuff. your coming with us."

I grabbed a weapon in my mom's dark room that was like a sword.

"No!" cried Thalia. "Absolutly no!"

"But my mom said it wasn't meant for me!" Luke sighed and gently took it out of my hand, I snatched it back.

"If I don't get it, then I won't join." Before Luke or Thalia could react, I ran out of the house.

"Come back!" yelled Thalia. But I ran for my life toward the streets in Manhatten.

I'll admit it, I was horrible with a sword. After running into one hundred monsters in a matter two years, each one of them calling me a daughter of Hades, I was exhausted. I had cuts, a sprained ankle and a long bloody gash down my left arm.

Finally one day, I stumbled across a farm at around midnight. I walked to the door, knocked and collapsed.

"She's coming around sir!" said a feminine voice.

"Great," someone said in a sarcastic voice. My eyes blinked open. My eyes widened at the sight of a blonde girl with blue eyes.

I looked around, in the room was also a chubby man with a red nose and jet black hair. He wore a Hawiian shirt and shorts and a tiger cloak.

"Hi!" the girl said. I stared at the room, nothing special. Just a bed, table with a lamp and another table with a stack of papers and bottles on them. The walls were the color blue with a painting of a guy with white teeth, blonde hair and blue eyes.

"Where am I?" I asked, scared.

"Safe," the girl replied. "I healed your gash and cuts. Your sprained ankle is mended. By the way, I'm Alex, daughter of Apollo." I stared at her.

"You mean the Apollo, god of music?"

"And healing," Alex added. I nodded.

"Okay. You're crazy." I jumped off the bed, nausa overflooded me. Alex pushed me back.

"Were those monsters crazy?" Alex pressed on. "They were real! You're staying here until Chiron comes back from his mission. How old are you? I'm eight."

"Um... my birthday is in September so I'm eight." Alex puckered her lips, as if she was thinking.

"You were the one Luke was blabbing about. Hm... Well we best move you to the Hermes cabin."

"Is Luke-?"

Alex shook her head. "Sorry, he's on a quest." I sighed, my shoulders hunched.

"Do you have ADHD or Dyslexia?" Alex asked. I frowned.

"What?"

Alex choked back her horror. "I'll be right back." I waited a few minutes before Alex came back with a guy with goat fur on his legs.

"Dude, does she have a scent?" Alex asked. The guy sniffed the air. He shook his head.

"Barely, only very skilled monsters would find her. Like Enchinda or Typhon. But that barely... it had a lot in it. Power." Alex backed away.

"Then what have we found here?" she asked, nervous.

"A demigod so powerful, her scent is too powerful to be noticed."

I was having such a hard life, it wasn't fair. Like it would get better.