The Story of Liriana Pearl Jackson

by vivagreen

What if, Percy had a sister? What if, that sister was a demigod too? What if, what if that sister was sent on a quest with him? I suck at summaries, just read it. Hope you like it! DISCONTINUED

1. Chapter 1

This is my first fanfic, be easy on me. And in this fanfic, Liri's been here all along, she's 12, and Percy and Annabeth are both 16.

~vivagreen

Disclaimer: I do not own PJO

Liriana Pearl Jackson POV

I stood at the edge of the beach at sunset, feeling the waves caress the tips of my toes. My turquoise-green-blue Camp Half-Blood t-shirt was soaked through, so much that you could hardly see the green trident design on it.

Where is that boy? I thought irritably. My brother, Percy Jackson, the perpetually late one, was late, yet again.

"Liriana!" called Chiron. "Dinner!"

"Coming!" I yelled back.

Percy's probably too busy making out with Annabeth to remember his little sister. I guess I know what Artemis feels like now, having to endure eternity with Apollo. I thought, shuddering.

That's when the when I saw the whirlpool in the ocean.

Perseus Poseidon Jackson POV

I rose out of the whirlpool. The first thing I felt was a slap on the face.

"OW! What was that for?" I yelled, stepping back and rubbing my face. There, in front of my face, were the angry bright green eyes of my little sister, Liri. Her black hair was whirling around her face, and her t-shirt was soaked through.

"That was for making me wait 2 whole hours! You said 4 o'clock. It's dinnertime now! And do you know what time is dinnertime? 6 o'clock! Honestly, Percy, sometimes I don't know why I bother to wait for you." She finished, eyes flashing.

But I knew Liri. In about 10 seconds, she would be hugging me and fussing about my face. She could never stay angry at me.

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, and blast off! I thought.

Sure enough, the mother hen instincts took over.

"Oh, I'm just glad that you're here now." She said hugging me. "Let me take a look at your cheek."

"It's fine, Liri, honestly. Sometimes even I wonder why you bother getting mad at me when ten seconds later you're fussing over me." I said, grinning.

"Not ten seconds, maybe 15, or 20!" she protested.

"Nope, 10, I counted." I grinned back.

"Humph!"

I sighed. It was good to be home.

Love it? Hate it? The first chapter is kinda just drabble. The next ones will be better, promise. Review, review, review.

~vivagreen