A/N: Heeey!This is my first fanfiction, and please don't be rude. If you have suggestions than pls in a nice tone :D...My english isn't the best as you probably notice by the time, but I try my best. I hope you like my story :D

Disclaim: I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians or The Heroes of Olympus. I just own my Ocs and my imagination :D...

This is the first time I ever tell somebody my story. About my life with mortals, immortals, demigods and my life with a traitor. I know, I'm not a special demigod. I'm like everyone else. But if you listen close, maybe you'll find the things that we have in common.

My story begins with the snowly night on 1st of December 1996, the day of my birth...

When George came back from his arctic expedition, he found a beautiful woman sitting on his couch. Her dark mane falling into her emotionless face, her pale skin seems to shine in the moonlight falling through the windows. Even though George had seen her often, he still can't believe how beautiful she was. He hadn't seen her in almost a year now and so he was confused.

"What ar-" he begun to speak.

"I'm only here to give you something." she interrupted him. But now he noticed the little blanket in her arms.

"No that's impossible. I can't be-...I'm too young for a child..."

"It's yours and you have to take care of it!" the woman said.

"And what about you? Why can't you take care of him or her?" George tried to argue.

"I've got more important thing to do." with that she laid the baby down and went to the door. She gave him a kiss and went outside of his house. And he knew that he would never ever see her again.

First George was frozen. Then he found himself sitting next to his child. He was sitting there alone, lost, heartbroke and with a little daughter who was looking up to him...

-Line Breaker :D-

7 years later

I was standing there in a black dress just starring into the pale face of my father. My feelings: I wasn't sure, maybe sad? I never was a emotional person. I could here voices around me, but I couldn't move. Just kept standing there. Suddenly I heard a voice in my head.

"He is going to be okay, trust me!"-"Why should I trust you?"

In this moment a hand laid down on my shoulder.

"Lucinda? Who are you talking to?" my halfsister Cindy asked. My dad married her mom when I was 2 years, she'd never been a mother for me, and her two daughters wasn't sisters to me neither. But Cindy was the only friend I got.

"Ehm nobody! I was just thinking loud" I said quickly. You could tell of the way her eyes where red that she cried alot. I know I should've cried too, but I didn't got the feeling to. It's not that I wasn't sad about my father's death. It was just-how I explained- that I'm not a emotinal person.

As I turned my back to the coffin, I could see a woman sitting in the last row of the church. Her brown eyes searching through the crowd of funeral guests. In the moment when I saw her, I knew she was my mother. My father often had told me that I looked exactly like her.

"Stay here, I'm back in a few minutes okay?!" I said to my sister. When I was half way, she saw me. Two pairs of dark brown eyes met.

"You grown up really fast." She said when I sat down next to her. „ The time is flying by really fast."

"Why- Why didn't you visit us in all the years?" I asked myself that question alot.

"There where things to do. And I hadn't time for a child." no emotion was in her voice.

"And now? Why are you here? I'm still a child!" Now I knew how I felt...I was angry.

"I just wanted to take farewell of your dad. In a few years, you will be ready. But not right now. Be prepared. They will find you...sooner or later." And with that she stood up and walked out of the church. Immediatly I ran after her. But outside, there where just the meadows shining in the summer sun. She was gone. AGAIN. I could feel how my heart became heavy, this was the first time in my life I talked to my mom. And she has to go away.

After a few minutes my stepmother walked through the door.

"Lucinda! We were searching for you! Didn't you want to hold a speech for your dad?" she asked with a soft voice.

"No, I don't. I just want home." I turned to face her. Feeling cold inside.

This was the day I lost my father and my mother. And I didn't know that this was just the beginning...

A/N: This was just what came up to my mind when I thought of Lucinda's background and I hope you enjoyed reading my first chapter. And if you have some corrections for my english, then please tell me :D

Lg

Laura 3