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A/N: Hey guys! This is a new story that I've been thinking about doing for awhile. I've read stories about how Percy has a twin sister, but she has no idea she's a demigod, or they start from the beginning of the series, in the lightning thief. While those are good, I wanted to do something a little different. I'm probably not a great writer, but I'll try my best. Don't like it, don't read.

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Disclaimer: I don't, nor will I ever own the Percy Jackson series, no matter how much I wish I did. I'm not Rick Riodan.

Chapter 1: I'm still alive. For now.

I was on the run.

Again.

That's all I ever did these days. Run, find a monster, run, and kill a monster, run, repeat. While it was fun, it got old pretty quick. A person can only take so many life or death situations, and I have reached my limit.

Am I a troubled kid? Defiantly.

I guess I should explain. My name is Atlantia Jackson. I'm 17 now, but I'll start from the beginning. My mom's name is Sally Jackson, and she is literally the nicest woman alive. Long story short, she met my dad, fell in love, and gave birth to me and my twin brother Percy. You would think this is a happy ever after moment, right? The in love parents get married and raise their beautiful children, living happily ever after. Wrong.

See, my dad left. Lost at sea my mom would say. Not dead, but lost. Anyway, Percy and I started to grow up, insanely close. Apparently, having a missing in action dad does that to twins. Excuse me if I sound bitter, but I love my mom and brother more than anything. So him leaving us alone didn't exactly make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

Then, when I was 6, my mother married Gabe. Who Percy and I called smelly Gabe, considering rotting cheese smelled 10 times better than him. He was terrible, and I just didn't know why my mother married such a jerk.

On my 8th birthday, something happened. After my party, a woman who I had never seen before appeared in mine and Percy's bedroom. She was different. And she told me I was special. She said her name was Hera, and she wanted to be my patron. I was 8 and had no idea what I was doing; probably thinking it was some game. So, I said yes.

This might have been the worst mistake of my life. Except for the new powers. Those were cool. Anyway, she put her hand on my shoulder and blessed me. Then, she teleported me away. Literally. Later, she told me about the gods and goddess, how I was a Greek demigod, and my father was a god. She said his name was Poseidon, Greek god of the seas.

She took me to camp Jupiter, a roman camp. Yep, a Greek in a camp of Romans. Might as well put a sign above my head saying, "Look, the enemy, come and get them!" Somehow though, I ended up surviving long enough to get a SPQR tattoo burned into my arm. Lucky me.

I stayed at camp until I was 13. In the first legion no less. They didn't like who my father was, but soon got over it, considering I fought like a demon. I even had a best friend. Jason Grace, Son of Jupiter. He knew how I felt about the whole child of the big three thing. But he didn't relate to being Greek. I was still on my own.

Well, I ended up leaving camp after that. Just traveling, fighting monsters, and not dying. Which is where I am now. In another life or death situation.

Currently, I am running at high speeds through the woods just outside New York. I had just completed a mission for Lady Hera, when I stumbled upon a monster camp. There were mostly just Cyclopes, but also a few hellhounds. Around 30 or so in all. Considering I value my life, I tried to get away unnoticed. It didn't work.

I ran, hoping to outrun them. I was doing okay, until I tripped. Yep, a heroic, child of a god, tripped on a branch, and fell. Nice.

I quickly stood up, turning around. They were a little closer than I had originally thought, but still pretty far away. I realized, it would probably be easier to fight now, instead of continuing to run, so I pulled off my ring. Yeah, that's right. Ring. See, it's magic. I twist it off and it turns into a beautiful, nearly glowing white, bow. It has both peacocks and horses engraved on it, representing my dad and patron.

I don't need a quiver because every time I draw the string back a pure white arrow with a gleaming, celestial bronze tip appears, already notched and ready.

I quickly start taking aim and firing arrows at the monsters, with deadly accuracy and extreme speed. I watch as several monsters explode into gold dust before they reach me. But about 10 of them were still alive, and to close for a bow to work all that well.

I twisted the top of my bow, and it turned back into my ring. I then pulled out my pocket knife, and flicked the knife out. It transformed into my 3 foot long, imperial gold sword. I whirled around and slashed straight through the closest Cyclopes. I spun my sword in an arch, taking out two more. I stabbed my sword straight through the hellhound creeping up on me.

Finally, after a couple more swipes, there was only one hellhound left, which I finished quickly. I was panting by the end. But still, I was happy I survived. I can now check "survived 100 mass monster attacks" off my bucket list.

I changed my sword back into a pocket knife, and started to look for a place to camp out for the night. I found a comfortable enough tree, and settled in, hoping there won't be any midnight monster attacks, like last time.

*****morning*****

I woke up early, something I had become used to. Which was sad, considering I loved my sleep. But, staying alive is more important than getting a full 14 hours of sleep. I grabbed my Nemean lion's fur coat, a little souvenir with another close encounter, and jumped out of the tree. I wasn't sure where exactly I was going next, but I'd rather not sit around and become a lucky monsters breakfast.

I was about to start running when a silver arrow flew past my head. Then I heard a female voice call out, "stay where you are, we'll be there in a second."

Great, the Hunters of Artemis. I may not be a boy, but that doesn't mean they'll welcome me with open arms.

Another life or death situation. Lovely.

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