Hi, I'm Yami the outcast, this is my first fanfic, I don't own any of the PJATO characters, even though I really wish I did. Instead they belong to mister Riordan. I will add Nico to this story soon, but he will not be gay. I have nothing against Solangelo, but I need him straight for this story. So too bad fangirls! :P
Twyla ran, but they ran faster, gaining ground. The ogres yelled in triumph as the girls pace slowed, she was wearing out after weeks of being on the run from the monsters. When they first came after her, her father hadn't believed her and called a mental institute to take her away, but the monsters came instead. Monsters. Twyla was tiered of that word, tiered of them… so tiered…
She was about to give in when she felt it. The sun. A new day was breaking and it brought new strength to the exhausted girl. She ran faster, widening the distance between her and the ogres, who roared in anger. Twyla could see the pine tree the satyr had told her about, a golden sheepskin glittering in its branches, and a small dragon curled around the trunk of the tree. As she ran up the hill, a horn blew and a dozen teenagers in bronze armor raced past her, meeting the monsters head-on. A boy grabbed her by the arm and pulled her up the hill faster, "Hurry! We'll be safe behind the boarder!" when they passed the tree, he shouted out to the others, "The kid's safe! Fall back!" some of the teens groaned, but retreated to the safety of the "boarder" something else the satyr had told her about. Twyla stared in awe as the ogres pounded their fists against an invisible shield, "amazing…," she mumbled. The teenage boy pulled off his helmet, revealing a head of black hair," hey, I'm Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon, you okay?" Twyla nodded weakly, she'd been running on pure adrenaline, and it was wearing off," 'm Twyla Blanca, daughter of… of…," her voice trailed off as she collapsed from exhaustion.
When Twyla woke up, she recoiled as the smell of a hospital room hit her. Needles… strange medicines… supposed to keep the monsters away….
NO!
Twyla forced herself away from those thoughts as a door opened. She lept backwards out of the bed, instinctively reaching for the ring on her left index finger. When she hit her feet, she was holding a three foot long stygian iron sword, ready for attack. The blonde boy who'd stepped in threw his hands up, "Whoa kid! Whoa, good guy! Not a monster!" Twyla hesitantly lowered her sword, "Sorry, instinctive," she pressed the center of the flower carved into the hilt and the sword shrank back into a ring. "Well, that's handy," the blonde boy remarked. Twyla slipped the ring back on her finger and glared at the boy with her stormy blue eyes, "who are you and where the hell am I?" The boy smiled, ignoring her bluntness, "I'm Jason Grace, son of Jupiter," he extended a hand, "I'm supposed to take you to the Big House to see Chiron." Twyla frowned, "I'm coming, but I ain't holding your hand."
Twyla took a deep breath of fresh air and sighed, "I hate medical facilities," she grumbled as she followed Jason across a green in front of a collection of cabins toward a three story farmhouse (I actually forgot how tall the Big House is, so if I got it wrong, I'm sorry). She turned her head as she heard an explosion. A bunch of kids in orange shirts were scaling a climbing wall, but it was shaking like crazy and spewing, "… lava? No way." Jason followed her gaze, "don't worry, you're a newbie, you'll start out with only minor tremors. He looked up at the sound of a horse's gallop, "here's Chiron." Twyla looked up and her eyes widened, a man stood in front of her, his neatly trimmed beard and sweater didn't surprise her, but his white horse body did. "A centaur? Wow, didn't' think this day could get any weirder, but I was wrong as usual," Twyla muttered. Chiron looked her over and smiled, " welcome to Camp Half-blood," he turned to Jason, " does she know?" the boy shrugged, " seems that way, went in to check on her and nearly got run through with a Stygian iron sword." Chiron raised his brow, "Stygian iron? Oh Hades," he shook his head. "Hello, right here," the two males turned their heads and Twyla waved, "Hi, Twyla Blanca, daughter of no one. I fight monsters every day and get chased around Brooklyn by ogres who want to eat me on a daily basis, and you are-?" Jason blew out an annoyed breath, "just what we need, another Leo."