THIS STORY IS NOT TO BE TAKEN SERIOUSLY. THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN I GET BORED. MY FRIENDS MADE ME POST THIS. I REPEAT, THIS IS NOT A SERIOUS FANFICTION. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

I OWN NOTHING EXCEPT THE OC'S.

When Boredom Attacks

Percy Jackson and the Olympians

Chapter One;

We Follow the Crazy Brick Road

An abandoned pair of blue, worn Converse, alongside a bottle of sunscreen, lay in the grass in the boundaries of camp. A few feet away was Miranda, lying on her back with her eyes closed. Her hair was fanned out behind her, blonde streaks evident in the summer sun. She appeared to be asleep, but Andrea knew better.

"Heeeeeey." She said, nudging a purple Converse clad foot against Miranda's leg. Sitting up and straightening her orange camp shirt, Miranda gave Andrea a questioning gaze.

"What?

"Breakfast." Andrea replied simply, gesturing towards the dining area, before skipping off. Miranda rolled her eyes, wondering how on Earth somebody could have that much energy in the morning, before getting up, brushing any dirt off her shorts, and followed Andrea. Along the way, she spotted Nic, along with the rest of her appointed Cabin, also on their way to the pavilion.

Miranda found it hard to believe it was almost four years to date since the three of them had come to Camp Half-Blood. They'd all left home at the age of twelve, and all for the same reason.

They were demi-gods.

Four years earlier

The city of Chicago was brightly lit all through the night, with clubs, bars and restaurants open until dawn. People took advantage of the light, going for a late jog, walking home from bars, or taking a romantic walk with a date.

Andrea, Nic and Miranda, on the other hand, took advantage of the dark. In a small, hidden alleyway, between Reaming Road and Fifth Street, the three pre-teens camped. Nic was on watch, an over-sized bomber jacket serving as a shield against the quickly-approaching winter cold, and a hammer to use as a weapon against any monsters that happened upon them.

A small, digital watch gave five, high-pitched beeps. Two thirty, and Nic's watch was over. Reaching over, Nic gave Miranda a good shake, rousing the twelve year old girl.

"Whaddist?" she mumbled, before opening her eyes.

"It's your watch." Nic said before climbing into an empty sleeping bag and falling asleep almost immediately. Miranda gave a quiet sigh, grabbed her boots and a penlight and, careful not to trip on Andrea's sleeping form, made her way to the Watch Post, which was really just a pile of crates against the wall. Beside them was a pile of what seemed to be junk, but was really an arsenal. A hammer belonging to Nic lay beside a can of hairspray, Andrea's weapon of choice when paired with a small Zippo lighter she carried in her pocket. Then there was a small bow, made with fishing line and a tree branch, along with several other branches that served as arrows. Nic had made it, and though it seemed destined for failure, it had served Miranda rather well as a weapon.

Clicking on the penlight, Miranda searched the alleyway for the red and black foot bag. After finding it, and only four energy bars left in it, she reminded herself to 'stock up' on more.

Then she heard the footsteps. Quiet at first, barely noticeable, but then louder and moving closer.

Fast.

Instinct worked its magic, and in a few seconds, Miranda had switched off the penlight, crouched behind the crates, and had her bow and arrow, along with a trash can lid she grabbed impulsively, figuring would work as an effective shield.

As the footsteps drew closer, Miranda held her breath, hoping for the best but preparing for the worst.

They'd received the message only five months after arriving at camp. Grover had been sent to collect a half-blood living in the city – a pretty powerful one at that, and bring them to camp. In the vast, crowded city, however, and with no recent public records of the demi-god, he was forced to call for reinforcements. Help came in the form of fourteen year old Bridget, daughter of Aphrodite, sixteen year old Adam, son of Athena, and fourteen year old Luke, son of Hermes. So for, the four of them hadn't encountered anything, not even monsters.

It was Bridget who suggested they split up, but it was Luke who went alone. It made sense, seeing as he was the best fighter out of the four of them, but still the uneasy quiet of Fifth Street unnerved him. Keeping his celestial bronze sword close and eyes open, he took a moment to actually appreciate being in the real world again. At least, he could appreciate it when he wasn't being hunted down by monsters at every turn.

A low shuffling in a small, narrow alleyway stopped Luke in his tracks. Then a click and a dim light appeared. A figure was crouched down, rummaging through a bag.

With a bow slung over their shoulder.

Luke began moving towards the figure, but before he'd taken three steps, the light switched off. There was a muffled thud, than silence.

"Hello?" he called out, hoping to sound friendly as he continued to move into the alleyway. When nobody replied, he tried again.

"It's okay, I'm not going to hu-"

SMACK.

The world went white, than completely black.

She couldn't really say she felt that bad, but Miranda did feel a slight twinge of guilt as she stared at the unconscious form of a teenage boy. The clang of the trashcan lid colliding with his skull had woken Nic and Andrea, both immediately grabbing weapons.

"It's okay…I think." Miranda said, nudging the boy's foot with her own.

Nothing.

"He doesn't look evil." Andrea said as she peered over Miranda's shoulder, a can of hairspray and Zippo held aloft.

"They never do, Andie." Miranda replied.

"He went down pretty fast though," Nic said. "Usually you hit monsters once, they just get angry."

"Well, he could be faking it."Miranda retorted.

"Why?" Andrea asked. Miranda thought for a moment, but coming up with no good answer.

"Good point." She replied weakly, realizing her mistake.

At this point, Luke was regaining consciousness, and heard enough of the conversation to confirm that there wasn't just one demi-god in this city. There were three. Three.

Cautiously opening his eyes, Luke found three pairs of shoes in front of him – tough-looking, buckled combat boots, beat-up purple Converse, and black, leather motorcycle boots. The combat boots were joined by a pair of baggy, dark green pants, a white shirt under a bomber jacket, and what appeared to be either a feminine boy or masculine girl, wearing an aviator cap over short, blonde hair and goggles over sky blue eyes, holding in her/his hands, a hammer. A really big, heavy looking hammer.

The Converse, however, were owned by a much smaller, but just as menacing looking girl, with short black hair and wide grey eyes framed by glasses. Black jeans decorated with chains and various pockets and a grey tank top under a Pokémon T-shirt finished the ensemble.

The Motorcycle boots stood closest to him, accompanied by a pair of simple jeans, black, fitted T-shirt and a cropped denim jacket, all worn by a girl with tawny colored hair, pulled back in a ponytail, and dark, hazel green eyes glaring down at him.

She also happened to be holding a bow and arrow right in his face.

"Hey, whoawhoawhoa." Luke protested, attempting to sit up without having an eye gouged out by a pointy stick.

"Who are you?" demanded the Archer Girl.

"My name's Luke." he offered before gaining enough balance to stand up. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes as all three preteens kept their weapons honed in on him.

"You can relax." he said, dusting off his jeans, surprised to find he still had his sword. "I'm like you guys."

"What do you mean?" Hammer Happy asked suspiciously.

"A demi-god."

All three stood there, blinking, until Pyro Chick spoke up.

"What do you mean 'god'?"

Luke sighed. It was pretty evident they weren't going anywhere without some information.

"You're children of the Greek Gods. Half human, half god – and one of you is pretty powerful, hence all the monsters you guys are probably running from." The trio remained silent, obviously stunned, so Luke continued.

"Let me guess, you all had dyslexia? ADHD? Strange occurrences and habits that just can't be explained? Feel like one of your parents isn't your parent? Any of this ringing a bell?"

Finally, after several glances at each other, the three lowered their weapons.

"What are your names?" Luke asked abruptly.

"I'm Andrea." the girl with the black hair and Zippo lighter said.

"Nic.", said the apparent boy with aviator goggles and a hammer.

"And I'm Miranda.", the brunette archer finally offered. For the first time since knocking him out, she actually surveyed the teenager. He was defiantly cute, around fourteen or fifteen, with tousled, sandy blonde hair and bright blue eyes. If she'd been a normal girl and not fearing for her life, she'd probably being twirling her hair like crazy.

The circumstances, however, were against her, as was her nature. She didn't normally go for boys who snuck around in the middle of the night; try to ambush her, than convince her she was some sort of God-spawn.

"So, if you're like us, children of the Gods and such, whose kid are you?" Nic asked. It seemed to be the wrong thing to ask. Luke's eyes turned dark with bitter resentment and a muscle twitched in his jaw. Before he could answer, there was a crash, than a loud braying sound.

"Is that a goat?" Andrea asked, puzzled. Luke sighed in relief at the distraction.

"Grover's here."

"You have a goat named Grover?" Nic asked.

Before Luke could correct her in the fact that Grover was in fact, a satyr, he and two other demi-gods rounded the corner into the alleyway.

Nic immediately surveyed each new arrival. Two boys, one girl, one boy having a wiry build, curly brown hair, brown eyes, and a strange walk, almost a limp. The second boy had dark blonde hair, stormy grey eyes, and a bright orange shirt that read 'Camp Half-Blood.'

The girl had a thin, lithe figure, with dark red hair cut short, and bright green eyes. She had glasses like Andrea, and was also, Nic noted personally, very very pretty.

"Di Immortales." the funny walking one said, his eyes widening. "Three…no wonder…scent was so strong…do they even know?" he asked, looking up at a Luke.

"They do now." he answered, before continuing. "This is Grover", at his name, the scrawny, brunette teen gave a friendly wave.

"And that's Adam and Bridget." Adam gave a simple nod and Bridget gave a shy smile and wave.

"Listen, introductions and questions aside, we need to get these three to camp, and fast. Considering how many of us there are now, we can't linger here for more than ten minutes." Adam said his words clipped and serious.

"Camp?" Andrea asked.

"Camp Half-Blood." Bridget answered. "It's where demi-gods go to learn. Sword fighting, archery, survival skills, and you can stay for the summer, or year-round."

The three girls looked at each other, a seemingly telepathic bond passing between them.

"All right," Miranda finally answered. "We'll go with you."

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