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Aley Jackson and the Wind War

By WithAWhisper12

Chapter 1: All-Powerful Being aka Mom

I sat at my desk, twiddling my pencil between my fingers. I was writing a letter to my biological mom, the first time I had for, well, ever. Truthfully, I hadn't even known she was still alive.

I sighed and started my letter.

Dear Chaos,

Hello. It's your daughter, Alectrona Jackson. You may not know about me, but you are the all-powerful Creator, so I'm not sure. My dad's Mike Chase, who's the step-brother of the demigod Annabeth Chase. I'm fairly sure you remember him.

I was wondering if we could meet up sometime. I really want to meet you. If you didn't know, I live at an orphanage in a small town called Port Angeles in Washington.

~AJ

I re-read the letter and shrugged. I sighed and looked around the room through my goggles at my roommates. If Sally hadn't died, I wouldn't be here, but it wasn't exactly her fault the social worker wanted to move me from New York to Port Angeles because of my 'disruptive behavior'. I mean sure, occasionally I blew up an empty room or even the dining area, but I always fix it! Usually, I fix it. No, actually, out of the 34 times, only once, but still!

I shook my head and tried to recall the words. Ah, yes, "Hermes, ram-bearer, Argus-slayer, messenger, and much more, hear my plea: send this to Chaos, the Void," I said quietly.

Hermes appeared in a bright flash of light. I was lucky that I was blind and that the other girls were deep sleepers. I peered at him through my goggles, the ones that allowed me to see outlines and vague colors. "Hello, demigod, what could you possibly be sending to the Void?" he asked.

"A letter," I stated, holding up the tri-folded paper. "I just wanted to contact my mother, sir."

He smiled. "Just call me Hermes, child. What's your mom doing, living in the Void? With Chaos, no less."

I cringed a bit, "Chaos is my mother, Lord Hermes."

"As far as the Council knows, the last time she left the Void was to force the Big Three to make a pact after World War II," he said, shocked.

I shrugged.

"I'm sorry, kid, but I'm going to have to take this in front of the Council, and you're going to have to come with me. I'll still take the letter, though."

I nodded. "I understand. If you have to, go ahead," I said to him, offering my arm to him after disconnecting my goggles from my sockets and taking them off carefully.

I felt Hermes shudder as he saw a glimpse of my empty sockets before I closed my eyelids. "What happened?" he asked as he took my arm.

"I'll probably have to say in front of the Council. I'll just tell everybody then."

Five minutes later, I stood in front of what I assumed to be twelve 20-foot tall beings. I fell to one knee quickly, even though I couldn't see.

I didn't know where exactly I was except for what Hermes told me. He said I was on Olympus, in a very large throne room. I decided to take his word for it.

"Hermes, what is this?" A large, booming voice directly in front of me called out. I resisted the urge to tell the voice that I was a she, not an 'it'. I also cringed a bit, realizing I was still in my flannel jammies and fuzzy socks, as well as without my goggles.

Hermes' voice came from somewhere to my right. "She's a demigod, Father, a primordial one." A few gasps came from around the room. "She came to my attention when she asked me to send Chaos a letter. I don't know her name."

I spoke up. "My name is Alectrona Bellannamay Swan-Jackson, Lord Hermes. Mike Chase and Chaos are my parents," I said quietly.

"Mike Chase. Hey, Athena, isn't Chase the last name of one of yours? What's her name, Bethanne or something?" asked a masculine voice somewhere to my left.

"Annabeth," a voice snapped. I assumed this was Athena. "Mike is the name of her 21 year old step-brother. Child, why are you closing your eyes?"

I winced. "I'm blind, ma'am. If you would take my word, with all due respect, you probably don't want to see my 'eyes'."

"Open them, child," a gentle, motherly voice toward my right said.

I did so. There was a collective gasp and I lowered my eyelids again. I felt the overwhelming urge to have to explain. "They were gouged out. It was all very gory."

The same voice that had spoke before did so again, this time sporting an angry edge, "Somebody did this to you?"

"My adoptive mother's husband," I said quietly, not wanting to provoke the powerful beings by being my usual to provoke the powerful beings by being my usual impertinent self.

"A man," a new voice growled. It was clearly feminine and sounded a bit young.

I sighed deeply. "Yes."

The young and feminine voice spoke again. "What happened to your adoptive mother?" she said quietly but with an edge.

"Sally Jackson is dead due to 'unknown causes'. It was her husband"

The motherly voice spoke up, cutting off the strong younger one. "Okay, I believe that that is enough of an interrogation for now, everybody."

"Of course," a voice stated. I recognized it as Hermes. "Why don't we finish up here and send her to Camp?"

There were a few murmurs of agreement around the room. I sighed and resigned myself to their wishes.

After my impromptu meeting with the Olympians, I was teleported to a new place.

I stumbled again, landing on my hands and feet. I felt soft soil beneath my hands, indicating that I was no longer in that large, spacious room but rather outside. My powers kicked in for the second time in my life. Words scrolled quickly through my brain: The grass beneath my hands was two months old. It hadn't been cut for five days. A blend of bluegrass, rye, and festuca in this spot. A 12 year old box elder had been uprooted in this spot in the late 1990's.

Struggling to stand from the rush of info, I felt two strong hands hoist me up easily. The person was tall, I could tell by the way their grip was angled.

"Hello, child, my name is Chiron. Do you know where you are?" a kind, masculine voice asked.

I nodded. "Yes, sir, I believe I do. Am I right to assume that I am at a camp for half-bloods?"

"Yes," he confirmed. "Child, can you open your eyes?"

I winced a bit and shook my head.

The voice that came next was different. It was higher, and definitely feminine. "Why not?"

"Because I don't have eyes."

"That's silly. Unless you were born with anophthalmia, which is really rare, you should have eyes," the younger girl said.

"That was an unusually ignorant statement, Annabeth. Haven't you heard of accidents?" Chiron said.

Annabeth shuffled. "Oh," she said in a sheepish tone of voice.

I didn't bother to say it wasn't exactly an accident, but the girl was a bit too 'know-it-all' sounding for my liking. Seriously, 'anophthalmia'? What the heck was that?

I sighed and promptly passed out.