So, the author's note explaining this story and warning you about things you might not like. I'll try to keep it brief.
1) This is a fem!Percy story, because I firmly believe that there aren't enough stories out there with believable female heroes and I just love writing about Percy. Besides, I think it's interesting how all the relationships in the book are affected if Percy is a girl.
2) This a fem!PercyxNico story, and that plotline will play a major part. There will also be Jasper, Frazel, Leo and his many attempts at romance, and mentions of other canon couples. There will also be mentions of Lukabeth.
3) As a reader who is over the age of 14, I'm going to make this story and the characters a little more dark and mature. The books have so many dark themes already (suicide, murder, revenge, kidnapping, etc.), so I'm just going to explore them a little more deeply. There will still be humor, this isn't an angsty fic, but it's going to deal with some pretty deep issues.
4) I am changing Nico's age. He is only a month or so younger than Percy.
If you don't like any of these things: you have been warned. Abandon ship now.
Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson, Greek mythology, or a teddy bear.
Percy Jackson was many things. A devoted daughter, a loving sister, a dedicated friend, and a hero.
She was not, however, a patient person.
It had been three days since the Argo II had landed in the Roman Camp. Three days. And they still hadn't sailed for Rome yet because the stupid, stupid Senate insisted on having meeting after meeting, and meetings about their meetings, and meetings to decide if they should have meetings about their meetings. If Percy had to give one more dramatic speech about fellowship and working together and loyalty she was going to throw up. Preferably on Octavian.
Needless to say, the daughter of Poseidon was growing distinctly impatient.
It's not like she wanted to go rushing into another war; she hadn't even had time to recover from the last one yet. She had just regained all her memories, and some of them she wished had stayed gone. Like watching a brave boy blow himself up, knowing there was nothing she could do but turn and run like a coward. Like standing by as another boy committed suicide with a knife, taking her best friend's heart with him to the Underworld as he died a hero. No, Percy Jackson, the great Hero of Olympus, would have done just about anything to avoid going to war again.
But what no one seemed to understand, not even Annabeth, was that Nico was missing (well, Hazel, understood, but she's a Roman so she believes in all this caution and planning). Annabeth kept telling Percy to calm down, to wait until they could gain the Romans' trust and plan out their attack, but Percy was tired of waiting. Nico, who had become one of her very best friends, had been captured by Gaea because he was a brave stupid idiot that had to go charging off to try and close the Doors by himself. Gods only knew how Nico, one of the most frighteningly powerful demigods in existence, had even managed to get himself kidnapped. But one thing Percy did know from her limited experience with the Earth deity was that she wouldn't be content with keeping her prisoner in a nice, comfy cell; Percy was sure Gaea would at bare minimum try to manipulate Nico and mentally torture him. And that was thinking optimistically. That's why they needed to find him now.
But instead of going off to his rescue Percy found herself tuning out yet another one of the Teddy Bear Murderer's lengthy speeches. She found herself, yet again, tapping her foot out of a nervousness that was beginning to verge on panic. Every minute wasted here was another minute Nico was in danger. In the end, though, she knew that they would find him, that everything would turn out fine and could go back to the way it was. Nico had to be all right.
He just had to.
So that was basically just a prequel where I got the annoying details out of the way and set the stage. The rest of the chapters will definitely be way longer.
If you have any suggestions I would love to hear them; I have the general plot laid out but not the details.
