Hello! So this is going to be my second story on fanfiction, and, hopefully, I'll get farther with it. I hope you enjoy this. I love comments, question, and am open to suggestions.

Plus, more fun! Maybe eventually I'll rewrite that one. :P So I definitely used themes from the other story. :D

Also, the title is in the works, and I couldn't fit the summery I wanted to do in the description box...so yeah.

Olivia has grown up most of her life around demigod stuff. She's trained with swords since she was six, killed her first monster when she was eight and certainly never had to worry about swimming lessons. The bad part? Her parent's achievements follow her like a lost puppy and over-shadow her where ever she goes. But when something her dad thought would always be safe isn't, there isn't much else for her to do than forget about living up to her parent's accomplishments and start worrying about how to stay alive, all while dealing with a terrifying new quest, friends, monsters, and-oh yeah, boys.

Enjoy! - Calypso C.

P.S- This story contains serious spoilers for all of the first series, and the Heroes of Olympus.

P.S.S- I took a guess at what happens in the rest of the Olympus series. :P Do not take that part too seriously. :D

My mom told me that I should write everything down- everything that happened. You know, for practice. She also said it'll help with my dyslexia, but I'm not real sure about that. But hey, you never know.

I'm not really sure where to begin. I could start at my first day at camp, or the day before that. Or when I found out why one of my grandpas and one of my grandmas were never around. Or the first time I got attacked by a monster, or when I found out that the pen my dad always keeps on him isn't exactly for writing. I could. But I think I'll start with an explanation.

In all technicality, I am a demigod. I'm just one-fourth Athena and one-fourth Poseidon, and as the Romans would say, I'm a first generation legacy. I'll admit, it's pretty cool. Being a brainiac and having control over water? Pretty sweet!

And learning to use duel swords at the age of six? Awesome. Killing my first monster when I was eight? Way cooler than ice.

But then there are the down sides.

Like attracting a lot of monsters, mostly looking for revenge on my two parents. Of course, after the whole Christmas diabolical when I was ten, the monsters got the message and attacked less. At least at home.

And being ADHD and Dyslexic. Not a good combo. And getting kicked out of schools? So not fun.

But the worst and most terrible and awful thing about being me?

My parents.

Now, don't get me wrong. I love them. They love me, my dad is the best dad in the world and my mom is the best mom in the world. But that's the problem. They're the best. They've done so much, it's hard to live up to.

Let me give you an example. When my dad was sixteen he fought Kronos the Titan and saved Olympus. My mother fought along side him and became the Architect for Olympus. Did I mention that they had also gone on quests since they were twelve? And that my dad is the best sword fighter in three hundred years and my mom is excellent at wielding knives, and is one of the best stragitists on the planet?

And then about a year later they fought in another war- A war with Gaea and the giants. My dad, with some help, brought the Greeks and Romans together. Of course my mom did botch up a bit of that, and my dad did a bit too, but still, in the end, they helped to save the gods. Again.

I mean, they still haven't told me the whole story, so I guess I can't really say whether or not they were the big heroes again. They say they'll tell it to me when I'm older. Even Uncle Nico won't tell me, and he normally doesn't baby me at all.

But you see? That's a lot to live up to. So the summer after sixth grade, I was a nervous wreck.

I was wringing my hands and wiping my forehead with my shirt. My dad glanced back at me from the review mirror. "Livvie,you're going to be great! You'll love camp!"

My mom turned around in her seat, her curly blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail and her gray eyes looking at me. "Sweetie, you're dad's actually right for once. By the end of the summer you won't ever want to leave!"

I still gave my mom an anxious look, while my dad processed what she had said.

"Hey! I am right a fair amount-"

"-Seaweed brain, you're not helping."

They exchanged glances just as we pulled up to a grassy green hill and a sign that advertised fresh strawberries. But I knew better- it wasn't just a strawberry farm, it was Camp Half-Blood.

All five of us got out of the car. My little brother Dylan was whining that he wanted to go to camp too. How ironic. My dad ruffled his black hair. "You can come in three more years- when you're twelve."

He continued to whine. "But mom came when she was only seven!" My mom smiled.

"Oh, Dylan, that was a special circumstance." She grinned at him. "Besides, we would miss you too much."

My little sister raised her hand. She had just learned to do that in school and she was really proud of it. "Mommy! Mommy! I wanna go toooo!" She begged in a sing-song voice.

My dad picked her up a twirled her around, and meanwhile, I wasn't getting any less nervous. "Mackenzie, if Dylan can't go, how can you?" He set her back on the ground and tapped her nose. "You're younger, right?"

She spun around in a circle, still using a sing song voice. "No, I am older." She smiled, revealing no front teeth. "I am older than Dylan!" She giggled.

Dylan, meanwhile, looked offended. "What? You're six! I'm nine!" Our mom put her hands on Dylan's shoulders and barely contained a grin. Then she glanced over at me.

"Oh, Percy, could you get my cell phone, I left it in the car!" She said. My dad looked at her curiously. She gave him a look and he understood.

"Oh! Right. Come on Dylan, Mackie! Let's go get mom's cell phone."

They walked back to the car, Dylan still looking grumpy and Mackenzie still dancing.

My grinned at me. "I swear, your dad can be such a Seaweed Brain sometimes."

I just looked at her.

She sighed. "Olivia Thalia Jackson, you are going to do fine at camp." I started to interrupt, but she held up a finger. "You have two cabins backing you up. You are very talented! You. Will. Do. Fine."

I must have still looked nervous, because she brushed a stray piece of hair out of my face and continued talking. "Livvy, I know that your father and I might have set the bar a little high, but I believe in you." She wrapped her arms around me and hugged me tight.

"My little girl, all grown up! Soon you're going to be fighting monsters, going on quests and getting prophecies!" She smiled woefully. "And worse- becoming smarter than me!" She laughed.

I buried my face in her sweatshirt. "But what if I don't? I'm never gonna save Olympus or fight Gaea or- or- or save the world!"

My mom grabbed my face with her hands and held her gaze to mine. "Honey, it wasn't about who we fought. It was that we could fight. And, please, your Seaweed brain of a father exaggerates that tale."

I looked up at her. "But he still fought Kronos!"

"Honey, it wasn't about that he fought Kronos. It was about the choice he made. And the one's he made after." She looked at me seriously. "It's not about who you fight, or how big the war is- and I really hope there isn't another one -or if you're part of a big prophecy. What matters the most is the choices you make."

I hugged her again. She smoothed down my curly hair. "And Olivia, we will always be proud of you."

I squeezed tight and then let go, just as the rest of my family was returning from the car. "Thanks mom." I whispered softly.

Dylan still looked a little grumpy, but as soon as we started climbing the hill he got excited. "I can't wait to see it!"

My dad grinned at us, and gave Mackenzie a piggy back ride. Dylan ran to the top and gasped, and Mackenzie wiggled off my dad's back and followed. I took a deep breath, and looked at my dad. Then my mom. They both smiled and motioned me forward.

So I ran after my siblings, to the Pine Tree that marked the border and to my first glimpse of Camp Half-Blood.

So a little author's note here. The name's I chose for the kids aren't just random names that I thought would sound good. They actually mean stuff that relates! You can look it up if you want. :D

Anyways, I hoped you liked it! R&R please!