This is a prequel to the story April Eighteenth, which is posted by my friend TheSushiQueen and co-written by me, TheSushiQueenand another person AllisonSong. It is written in the point of view of Jasmine, the daughter of Hecate, and Ithe format of her diary. Here's the first chapter.

Dear diary, alright, first off, im ADD, so I will get off topic. Deal with it.

Second off, Happy Valentine's day from a lonely preteen. I just learned that one of my friends, the smart fangirl Saya, is bi. I don't really care, but that seems like something a normal middle schooler would put in her diary.

Third, what. The. Flip. So, I'm a huge fan of the Percy Jackson series, and I've always been your typical fan, suspecting i'm a demigod, but more as a joke than a real theory. BUT. I was walking home from the bus stop, singing First Burn, and suddenly, this dark-haired lady in a purple voodoo costume and all these silver necklaces goes up to me and is like "Hello, Jasmine. You would do better to learn a magic song."

I was like "pshh, lady, Hamilton is the best music you will ever hear."

She said "My name is Hecate. You're my most powerful daughter in about two hundred years because now that the Greeks and Romans are reconciled, we have twice the power we can give to demigods."

So, at this point, i was sure it was a prank, but I was willing to continue with the conversation and see how far I could go with it.

"Can you teach me a spell or something?" I asked. "If I'm a demigod, then I want something to kill monsters with."

She nodded. "Understandable. What's in your backpack?"

"Um, homework?"

Then, she pointed at a pocket in my backpack and it unzipped. By Itself. Reminds me of a time my brother got pickpocketed in Venice. Then we got chased by this crazy, probably high gypsy lady and got lost and missed the train. Gods, it was scary.

Anyway, I slung my backpack over my shoulder and took out this old bronze nail that I had picked up a few weeks ago because it looked old but wasn't rusty or dirty. "What does this have to do with anything?"

I realized then that I should probably go. I instinctively trust people way too often. That's why I almost got caught by that crazy high gypsy.

Even if this really was Hecate, she wasn't exactly trustworthy in the myths.

Then, there was this storm that turned everything black and white like Twelve Angry Men.

I saw that in Youth and Law class with Mr. Mrs. At least I think that was his name, I don't know. I got a 100 in that elective, though, so I'm not complaining.

"You are at a crossroads," she said.

"Yeah. You said that to Hazel. Death and doom and destruction every way. I'll pass."

"You don't 'pass' a crossroads." Hecate, or whoever she was, waved her arm and four images appeared. "You can go backward, run away from me, and get hit by a car. This will end in your death, but it will prevent your friends and any future friends from any peril. Also, if you do that, Camp Half-Blood will get destroyed."

"Yeah, no, I'm not suicidal," I told her.

"Good. It would be such a waste if you chose that path."

"What are the other options?"

I forgot what she said after that. Something about me going right, running away from home and finding Camp Jupiter that resulted in Camp Half-Blood getting destroyed. Or I could go left and tell everyone that I'm a demigod, but it would result in a monster killing some people I apparently know already that are demigods.

Or I could go forward. I'm writing this in the blank pages of a journal she gave me. In the front is instructions on how to harness the power of celestial bronze and make something completely new and magical. Imma try it this weekend, maybe steal my brother's airsoft gun and copy it but make it magical? But how will I keep it with me?

Whatever. To go forward, I have to keep all of my demigodishness inside this book and wait for it like my distant ancestor Burr until I have to fight a monster. Once I do that, it means that I should go with my demigod friends (whoever they are) to Camp Half-Blood. Someone will still die, but at least not the entire Camp. I'm going to do that.