I am totally new to fanfiction, but i've read enough not to sound like a moron. I don't know how i came up with this. Flames are accepted...constructive criticism can do wonders, even though sometimes it makes me cry. One's that are just plain mean will get you no where. I simple won't read it. So, as my little sister Josie would say,

HAHA, SO THERE!

~Ebony Rae

Disclamier: I wish I owned Percy Jackson, but sadly, I don't. I do own Ali, though. A little Poseidon and Athena OOC.

Alexandreia Jackson watched the gray horizon. She felt alone here at camp, even though she had her Uncle Grover, and Aunt Thalia. Turning to the ocean, she wrapped her blanket tighter around her arms and sunk into the sand.

"Hi, Papa. How's everything going down there?" She asked.

A wave crashed in response.

Ali smiled.

She remembered the day her daddy had taught her to read the ocean. She had been trying to find worn-down pieces of glass that rolled in the tide, examining them with her mother's perfect gray eyes. Percy had smiled at his daughter. Dark curls down to her waist, pink cheeks, and piercing eyes that reminded him of her mother. Annabeth watched her children (she counted Percy as one, because he acted like it) wade into the water, neither getting wet. Percy pointed at the horizon, a wave forming a heart.

"Look, Ali. Grandpa says he loves you." Percy said. Ali rolled her eyes.

"No he didn't."

Percy grinned at his little girl.

Ali had captured the hearts of all the Olympians the day of her birth, and had each of them wrapped around her fingers. She was always the kind of kid you couldn't help but love. Maybe it was the way her uncle J, the god of nature and soul mates, had taught her to fold cranes into wishes, and the next day she had hundreds floating down from the ceiling on fish wire. Or maybe it was her infectious smile, her bell-like laugh, the way she wrinkles her nose just right in a way that makes her look cute and inquisitive. Maybe it was the way she said hello, with a tackle and hug, or the way she said good-bye, with three fingers to her lips. Whatever the reason, everyone loved Alexandreia Jackson.

But Ali was in trouble.

She had disobeyed her parents orders, and went back in time to when her parents were twelve. She had been sitting in the museum when the fury came. She had been on the bus when the gang tried to escape. She had watched from Aunt Persephone's side when the three traveled into the underworld. But she had made a mistake.

The younger version of her mother saw her.