Plappermouth here. Ok guys I don't own Percy Jackson.. blablabla... that's all Rick Riordans... uhm I don't own Greek mythology either... if you're wondering why then.. well then I can't help you. Also this is not gonna stay traditional Percy Jackson. So if you like adventrues and stuff then please continue reading this. If you're a stickler and want everything to be perfectly aligned with the Books then, stop. But then I don't know wha the hell you're doing on a FAN FICTION site. I did that on purpose. It's FICTION. Not real. Therefore I get to do what the hell I want :D Understood? Cool :) So for those who weren't scared off by this : Enjoy.

Hi, my name is Kyra. Kyra Mist. I am 18, in my last year of High School at American Fork High and I'm also a greek demi-god. Yes, you read that right. My hobbies include fencing, swimming, gymnastics, reading and track. Are you still on the demi-god thing? Well let me tell you, it's not as fun as it may sound. Well of course there are the aspects of having freakishly cool powers, being awesome with a sword and generally rocking at ass-kicking, but there's also some bad stuff. Monsters for example. Those suckers are a bitch! Seriously! Every time I turn around, one of those guys is out to get me. That's when those powers I spoke about come in handy. You see it all started on my 18th Birthday. Surprise! Wanna hear it? If not it's too bad, cuz you're in for the ride.

My head popped of my pillow at 8.20 am on my birthday, and the first thing I thought was: "Crap! I'm soooo late for school!", and so I was. Technically I lived with my mum, but she wasn't much of a mother. More a catatonic roommate… I jumped out of bed, quickly put on a black pair of jeans and a dark green t-shirt with the words YOUR FACE SUCKS written on it. Yeah not exactly classy, a remainder of my less… respectable years. I ran into the bathroom, brushed my teeth and flew out the door. Then I remembered that I'd forgotten my shoes.

"Crap,crap,crap,crap!" I sprinted back inside to see my mother standing there holding my black armyboots in her hands. I was so surprised to see her standing at all that I forgot that I was in a hurry. I gently reached out to grab them from her. "Thanks mum." I kept my voice neutral, trying not to upset her. She nodded and turned toward her room then stopped, turned around and looked at me.

"Is it your birthday?" Her voice was soft, dreamy and distant. I did everything in my power not to sound angry as I replied with a nod instead of the: You're the one who gave birth to me, shouldn't you know? That was burning on my tounge. "Happy Birthday." She turned around and went back into her room. I bit back the angry comment I wanted to shout after her and then suddenly remembered that I was late. "Crap,crap,crap!" I tucked on my shoes and fled out the door and onto my bike.

I was super late. Of course. "Miss Mist. If you can't be bothered to show up on time then don't bother coming in here at all." Mrs. Rudolph, an elderly woman with hair pulled back so tightly, that I was convinced that it was the only thing keeping her wrinkly face from sliding right off the skull, was glaring at me, pointing towards the door. "Go to the principal." I hung my head, sighed and turned around. It was too bad; English Literature was the only class I actually enjoyed in this crappy school.

I was dyslexic, so I had a hard time reading, but I still loved it. I loved the stories, the tales and especially the myths. Of course to me they weren't really myths, but history lessons. Still I liked history too, as long as it wasn't exclusively about the United States. I put my hands in my pockets and reluctantly walked towards the director's office.

The principal was a short blonde woman, with as much sense of humour as a seasick crocodile and just as much of a range in facial expressions. We had this odd relationship. I told her I was sorry and she'd tell me that I was a worthless little pain in her behind and that I was only still in the school because my Grandparents paid for me.

My grandparents were stinking rich and used that money to keep as much distance from my Mother and I and still seem like concerned family members. That my mom's best friend was a wine bottle didn't seem to bother them too much. They just kept sending money to me so I wouldn't starve.

Now you guys already know that I'm a demi-god. I kinda started with that one, and maybe you've been assuming that I didn't know this yet on my 18th Birthday, but I did. I'd known for six years now, but I'd suspected for as long as I can remember.

You see my Dad is Erebos, God of darkness and shadows. Kinda lame, I know, but it has its perks. For one: I can see in the dark. For two? I can disappear into the shadows, which is awesome when you don't wanna be seen. I know, those aren't exactly overwhelming powers, but they were good enough for me and had come in handy more than once.

So there's my family: Grandparents who pay to keep me alive and at the same time as far away from them as possible, an alcoholic, catatonic Mother and a Greek-god as a Dad. Tadaaa! I doubted that I had the worst story in the history, but I was pretty sure it had to rank pretty high with weirdest?

Well it didn't matter. I was used to it. That was the reason why I did so much sports and why I'd taken up fencing. It came in pretty useful when you had to defend your life against a couple of monsters that were trying to eat you for dinner.

Slowly, hesitantly I knocked on the Principals door, hoping that she wasn't there. I was disappointed, of course. "Come in." I sighed and opened the door. "Miss Mist…again." Her voice made it clear that I was her absolute favourite person. Not! "Hello ." She motioned for me to come in and I did, praying that she wasn't going to tear my head off.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?" If there were an award for using the maximum amount of sarcasm on only one word, she'd have gotten it for her 'pleasure'.

"I was late for English Literature."

"Again." I opened my mouth to say something, but she didn't let me.

"Sit down. We have matters to discuss."

I slowly sat down into the brown armchair she had opposite of her desk. It was uncomfortable low, making me seem shorter than her, although in reality I was at least half a head taller.

"You're in your Senior year am I right?" I nodded, trying not to roll my eyes. "To be frank with you? I do not know how you made it this far." Ouch. That hurt!

"Your grades are average, at best, your attendance even worse and do not let me get started on that attitude of yours. Miss Mist, you are expelled."

I jumped up. "What?! You can't do that!"

I was glaring down at her, but she just sat there, her hand neatly folded on the desk, looking at me.

"I can and I just did. We both know that it was just your grandparents' generous contributions to the school, which kept us from doing that. They have ceased to come in this year, and so we see no reason to keep you around any longer. You are expelled, now go clear out your locker."

She started sorting through some papers, while I still stood there, staring at her in disbelief. She couldn't be serious! I was so close! So close to being done with High School, so close to be free to go wherever I wanted. I balled my hand into fists and turned to leave when she suddenly said something.

"Oh and Happy Birthday."

I slammed the door shut on my way out.

I entered the hallway only to find a middle aged guy in a wheelchair waiting for me. "Oh no!" I said and stormed past him.

"No,no,no, no! This day has sucked enough already! I do NOT need you showing up here too."

I was pissed! This was exactly what I did not need just now. "Kyra wait!" Chiron called, but I just kept on walking, heading towards my locker. He followed me and I did my best to ignore him.

"Kyra. We need to talk."

I slammed my locker door open and started packing my few belongings into my backpack.

"No. We do not need to talk! I've said all I had to say to you five years ago. My opinion hasn't changed. I'm not coming to this blasted camp of yours and that's my final word."

I couldn't believe he was even asking me this.

"Things are different now. You know that."

His voice was kind and gentle, but I wasn't falling for that crap. So they'd won the war, big Deal. How did that change anything for me? I took a deep breath and turned to look him in the eyes. Even in his wheelchair he was tall, tall enough to look me straight in the eye.

"Chiron. That camp isn't for me. I wouldn't even have a home there, and besides, I need to stay." For my mother. He knew without me saying it that that's what I meant. I couldn't leave her, not in the state she was in. He gently put a hand on my shoulder.

"I know. But you're in danger. More now than ever. There's been a prophecy." I yanked my arm away. A prophecy? Was he freaking kidding me?! He dared to come to me about a prophecy, that was rich…

"You need to go", I said as coldly as I could.

"Kyra…" he tried, but I interrupted him. "Go."

I was close to tears now and I did not want him to see them, so I stuck my head in my locker, pretending to be looking for something. It was a lame disguise, my locker was empty, but I didn't care. When I closed my locker he was gone and I sighed in relief. The bell was about to ring and I didn't want to be there when it did. For the last time ever I walked out the doors of American Fork High School. Despite everything, it had still felt like home.

The worst of my day was yet to come. I hope you weren't expecting a happy tale, because it's not, or at least my past isn't. You see, despite everything that had, and was yet to happen on this day, it wasn't the worst birthday I had ever had. Not by a long shot. My worst birthday had been six years ago… But more of that later.

I knew something was off the second I walked in the door and smelled the scent of freshly baked bread. I hesitantly called out "Mom?" but there was no answer. I didn't even take off my shoes, I was too irritated, and walked into the kitchen. My mom was standing there, facing the wall, a knife in her hand, cutting carrots. She was wearing nice shoes, a floral print dress and her hair was in a neat bun.

I felt a sinking sensation in the pit of my stomach. She hadn't gotten dressed properly in six years, not unless I'd forced her too. I slowly walked up to her and tapped her shoulder. "Mom? Are you alright?"

She looked up and I took a step back when I saw her face. She'd put on make-up. Now I know, that shouldn't be a scary thing, but it was. It looked like it had been applied by a little child, clumsy, smeared and way too much. I felt my chest tighten as I looked into her dreamy eyes. She seemed distant, far away, and then she returned her gaze to the carrots and continued chopping them into little squares. I suddenly realized where this was going. The shoes, the dress, the carrots…. It felt like a sick reply of my birthday exactly six years ago.

She'd worn the same clothes, the same shoes, even the hairdo was the same! "Honey will you set the table? Did Caleb come home with you?" Even the same sentence. It was the first time she'd said his name in six years. "Mom, Caleb isn't coming home." I tried my best to sound calm as I fought the panic rising in my chest. This just couldn't be happening. It just couldn't!

She stopped chopping the carrots, her gaze fixed on the knife in her hand. "I don't understand" she said, "He's supposed to come home now."

I bit my lip, hard, trying to distract myself from the pain rising in my chest.

"Mom… Caleb is gone." Dead. That's what I meant, but I couldn't say it. Not to her.

She spun around so fast I barely had time to dodge the knife coming down at me.

"YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BRING HIM HOME!"

She screamed and stabbed at me again, this time grazing my arm, leaving a long and bloody gash. I was too stunned to react. All I could think was: She's right.

"IT'S YOUR FAULT! WHY DIDN'T YOU BRING HIM HOME?"

She stabbed at me again, but this time my reflexes kicked in and took over, giving my numb mind a break. I spun and kicked the knife out of her hands then, as she attacked me with her bare hands, I grabbed her wrists and pinned them behind her back. She thrashed and screamed, calling me a murderer and I cried as I held her.

I don't know how long, but after a while she suddenly went limb. She had exhausted her tired and worn body, that hadn't been used to moving in six years. I gently carried her to the couch and put her down then I collapsed on the floor, sobbing, while memories flooded through me.

A smile. A hug. Little hands. Colours. Candles. Laughter. Carrots. Chopping, chopping, chopping… silence. Fear. Fear. Fear. Silence. It was my fault, all my fault.

After what seemed like hours I got up from the floor and stretched my sore limbs. I suddenly knew with perfect clarity what I needed to do. I went to the phone and called my grandfather. We didn't get along, we didn't like each other, but we understood what had to be done. That was the only thing that had connected us in the last six years. We'd always understood what had to be done. And now I had to leave.

I went into my room and tore off my bloody t-shirt. I hadn't liked it that much anyways. I sloppily bandaged my arm, pulled on a black t-shirt with a viciously smiling grim reaper on it – it seemed fitting- and packed the bare necessities in my black backpack. I took one last look at the room that I knew I was leaving behind forever.

I didn't know what they were going to do with the house, sell it? , but I didn't care. This house hadn't been a home in a long time. Six years. The paramedics would arrive soon, but I wouldn't be around anymore when they came. I took one last look at my mother, sleeping peacefully on the couch, and left.

A flight from Salt Lake City to New York takes about five hours, roughly, but it took me about eight. And so I arrived in New York around 9.30 pm, local time. I was tired, hungry and in pain, when I finally arrived in the city. I planned to find a cheap motel to crash for the night and then head on to Camp Half-Blood in the morning. No sense trying to make it in the dark. Not because I minded it, after all Darkness was my father, but because monsters felt real cozy in it too, and I didn't need to make it too easy for them.

I was walking down the street when I suddenly was overwhelmed with a hunger so strong I got dizzy and dropped to my knees. I clutched my stomach, fighting the nausea that had come over me so suddenly. I hadn't eaten at all that day. Between being late, being expelled and my mother trying to murder me, I just hadn't found a good moment, but now I regretted that. My insides felt like they were trying to devour themselves, my limbs felt weak, my head was spinning.

Suddenly there was a shape in front of me, or maybe it had been there a while, I couldn't recall, I was too consumed by the pain in my insides. I looked up into the face of a man? A woman? I couldn't tell. Maybe because my vision was getting blurry.

It reached out towards me and I realized that this wasn't human, this was a monster and it was going to kill me, but I couldn't move. I was paralyzed by the hunger raging inside of me. The hunger was so powerful that I didn't even have room for fear. All I wanted was to eat.

The hand had almost reached me, when out of nowhere, a blade came crashing down on it, severing it from the monsters body. It let out a long shriek of agony as it turned towards its attacker. I looked too and was surprised to see a young man, little older than myself standing there with a bronze sword in one hand and a cheeseburger in the other.

Just as I was wondering if I was starting to hallucinate food he took a bite out of it. Oh my gods I wanted that burger! The monster seemed to want it too, because it lunged at the guy and I almost followed. I had never wanted anything more than that burger. The guy brought his sword down unto the monster and it exploded into yellow dust, covering both of us and sadly, the burger as well. The hunger in my insides ebbed away until it was bearable.

"Are you alright?", the guy asked me and looked down at me in concern. I nodded and looked at him, stopping short. He was HOT! Dark, messy hair and beautiful sea green eyes. Yummy! I instantly had a crush on him, and then scolded myself for it. Was I gonna fall for every hot guy who saved my life?

I slowly got up and brushed off the yellow dust. "Thanks." He was at least a head taller than me and I cursed my genes for my shortness. Shouldn't being a demi-god come with some awesome tallness? Apparently not. I held my hand out to him and he hesitantly shook it.

"I'm Kyra."

"Percy"

Ok. The name was super lame. I mean come on? Who named a guy that hot Percy? Seriously?

"So I take it you're a demi-god then?" I said and he nodded.

"How do you know?"

I laughed at that. How did I know? Hmm… maybe because he'd just killed a monster with a celestial bronze sword? Nah, that couldn't be it. I decided to go with a more simple answer.

"Cuz I am one too."

This seemed to surprise him. He looked me over and I blushed.

"How old are you?" I raised my eyebrow at him and it was his turn to blush.

"I mean because you look old, I mean older, I mean… " he stammered and I laughed. "I'm 18."

He looked like he wanted to say something more but I stopped him. "Can we get food? Cuz I'm still starving. You can ask me what you want then, as long as you answer some of my questions too." He looked surprised, but when I started walking towards the nearest McDonalds he followed.

After two cheeseburgers, one large cola and a bunch of fries, I was ready to talk. He'd just sat there quietly, watching me eat in bewilderment. It was true, for a girl my size I had quite the appetite.

"So what was that thing that attacked me?" I asked.

He shrugged, but answered anyway, which I found weird. I was willing to let it go because he was so hot though.

"A Limos. A hunger demon. They don't usually show up… They're kinda acient."

Aha. Yeah that explained why I'd wanted to eat my own face. I'd heard a lot about greek-mythology, but a Limos had never shown up or…

"Wait I thought that was a Goddess?" He raised his eyebrow and looked at me.

"Why ask me if you're the expert? Yeah Limos herself is a minor goddess, but her servants, the hunger demons, are called after her. "

"Wow. That's lame. I'd pissed too if I didn't have my own name."

He gave me a weird look and I decided to shut up.

"So what are you doing here?" Well the question had been bound to come up, so I sighed and answered.

"I'm on my way to Camp Half-Blood. Heard of it?" The question was serious, but my tone sounded mocking. Typicall me, unsure ? Just get sarcastic… Yup yup.

"Yeah. I'm a camper too."

Ok cool. So maybe he could get me there in one peace.

"Yeah I thought as much when I saw your awesome monster-dusting ability. What are you doing in NY then?"

He looked at the clock and sighed. "I live here… And my mom is gonna be pissed. I'm super late."

He lived here. With his mom. That sounded nice. Then again, maybe it wasn't? How would I know? "Oh ok… I guess you should go then", I said, knowing that I sounded disappointed.

I could see the wheels turning in that pretty head and then he finally said "You should come to. My mom won't mind, and I'd rather not have a newby like yourself running around alone. Who knows how many monsters you'd run into."

Yes! Master-manipulator Karen Mist strikes again! I did a little happy dance on the inside, while I smiled sweetly on the outside. "That would be great! Thanks! I'm kinda a monster magnet. Not sure why." I winked and he smiled at that.

Percy's mom, Sally, and his stepdad, Paul, were both very sweet and welcoming. They gave Percy a questioning look, but that was all, and after he explained they smiled kindly at me.

"It's very nice to meet you Karen."

I smiled my best smile. "It's nice to meet you too Ms. Jackson."

She smiled back at me. Lots of smiling going on. I know

"Actually it's Blofis now, but you can call me Sally." I nodded and then yawned.

"I'm so sorry", I said and felt my cheeks redden. How embarrassing! Sally just smiled and led me to the guest room.

"You look very tired Kyra. How bout you get some rest now and tomorrow you tell us your story?" I was too tried to speak so I just nodded. "Call us if you need anything." She closed the door behind her and I fell onto the bed, and was gone.

I dreamt of Killian. We were sitting on that bench, up on the hill, looking down over the city. It was in the middle of the night and the lights glimmered like diamonds in the distance. "I've missed you Kitty." His stupid nickname for me made me smile and blush. "I've missed you too", I heard my mouth say.

It was true, I had missed him. I still did. I looked out over the city, smiling. This was one of my favourite views in the entire world. I loved it when the world turned into a game between shadow and light, making the whole world seem like it was made of pure magic. I was a romantic that way. He gently brushed his hand against my cheek and I shuddered, leaning in to the touch.

I felt my heart beat fast in anticipation. He was going to kiss me. I could just feel it. I just knew. His hand left my cheek and I turned and….. screamed. It was no longer Max sitting there, but Caleb. Wet, cold, dead. I screamed and screamed and screamed and didn't even stop when Percy rattled me awake.

He was holding my shoulders saying my name, telling me to calm down, but how could I? How could I calm down? Tears were running down my face, my breath was going faster and faster. A part of my brain registered that I was hyperventilating, but most of me was still in shock from my dream. It had been so real!

I don't know how, but somehow they got me to calm down. Sally had come in too and it was her soothing voice that calmed me enough, to realize what was going on. I was in the house of practical strangers, screaming my head off. I was still in shock, but now I was embarrassed too. I couldn't believe I had done that.

"I'm so sorry" I said, but Sally shushed me.

"There's no need to be sorry. You had a bad dream, it happens to the best of us." There was a twinkle in her eye and I had to smile a little. She looked down with concern and I realized that my sloppily cleaned wound was bleeding again.

"Percy. Go get the first aid kit. Did a monster do that?" She asked me and I shook my head, but it felt like a lie. A monster had done that. A monster that had once been my mother. "No." She didn't ask anymore.

Percy brought the kit, looking at me uncertainly. I could tell that this was going way over his head, but was touched that he was concerned.

"I'm ok. I'm sorry for waking you up."

Sally dabbed at me wound. "Now I've already told you. There's no need to apologize. Percy, could you give us a second?" He nodded and left the room with one last glance at me.

"Kyra, I know that as a demi-god life can be tough, I raised one after all. But I want you to know that you can trust me. You're safe here and you no longer have to carry your burdens alone." I looked into her warm and kind eyes and suddenly everything came spilling out.

She just sat there and listened, gently bandaging my wound, and when done looking at me with those kind eyes. I felt a pang of jealousy. Percy was so lucky. After I was done she did something that surprised me. She hugged me.

She didn't say she was sorry, she didn't pity me, she just hugged me, and I suddenly started to cry. I hadn't let myself cry in so long that it almost felt like I was doing something wrong. After a while Sally left and I slept peacefully for the rest of the night.

In the morning everyone acted as if nothing had happened, and I was grateful for it. We ate breakfast together, they joked and laughed and then we were on our way. Percy had decided to bring me to camp himself, to make sure that I wouldn't die on my way. His words, not mine.

My crush on him had been growing right up unto the point where he mentioned his girlfriend. Annabeth. I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, but I instantly turned off my crush. I didn't go for guys with girlfriends. Anymore. I'd done that once and believe me, I'd learned my lesson.

Finally Half-Blood hill was in front of us and pang of anxiety went through me. Would Chiron even let me in after my little outburst yesterday? Had it only been yesterday? It felt so much longer.

I shouldn't have worried. He smiled broadly at me as I walked up the Big House. Percy had offered to accompany me, but I told him I knew the way. I could see that he was anxious to get to his girlfriend, plus it was the truth. After all I'd been here once before. "Welcome Kyra."

He didn't say anything about my change of mind, probably because he already knew. He had this very annoying habit of knowing everything. I just nodded. I may have come, but I wasn't happy about it. This has just been my only solution. He looked at me expectantly, as if waiting for something more and then sighed.

"Let's show you to your cabin shall we?" I looked up in surprise on that one. My cabin? Did he mean the Hermes cabin?

" A few things have changed since you were here last Kyra. There's a cabin for your father now. It's quite nice actually."