Hi. I'm Addy. This is story three of The Bracelet Chronicles. If you haven't read the first two I suggest you do. I don't own Percy Jackson and the Olympians.

You've heard my mom and my Aunt April's story, how they met their soulmates, had some problems, separated, had a very enthusiastic reunion, had us kids blah blah blah. Disgusting. I'm not like that. This story has almost none of that. It all started with a bracelet, a father's wrath, and a curse.

Hi. I'm Leto Jordan, firstborn daughter of Megan and Apollo and your storyteller for the day.

Growing up was quite interesting. I was always getting in trouble for no reason at all! Okay, so maybe I was a little bit of trouble. I admit that. Like the time i put hair color in my dad's shampoo bottle. Or the time I switched the salt and sugar in my Aunt's kitchen and she didn't find out until a week later. She was so mad that her food kept turning out bad. Or the time . . . So, yeah. You get the idea.

Dad was also so overprotective. I mean I used to sneak outside to just sit on the roof and his wrath would come down. Sometimes I would go out and meet with my best friends Phobos and Deimos. We would usually hang out in the park of Olympus playing basketball. The worst I ever got in trouble for was sneaking down to the mortal world with them. We had blocked our location to everyone and went to get some pizza. When we got back up on Olympus, Dad was alight with burning sunlight. That had caused an argument so big that it reflected in our realms. I was grounded from my powers for two months for that stunt.

Mom was so hilarious. Sometimes she would mimic Dad behind his back when he was talking passionately about something. She rarely got caught, but when she did he would always give her a look. You know that look that says I know what you are doing. It's very funny. Not! You are so going to get it.

Gross.

Mari was an awesome sister. She would sometimes cover for me when I needed her to. She would also lend a listening ear when I just needed to talk. We are almost night and day in difference. I like my hair short and am a free spirit. She is more of a safe quiet person. She is graceful as a willow and slender as one too. Her love for arts and crafts has only grown. She spends some time with Aunt Athena knitting or crocheting. She also loves to dance. Her favorite is ballet. We finally have separate rooms. After sharing a room for fifteen years the novelty has kinda worn off. While my room is red and orange like a sunset. Hers is light pink and blue with splashes of yellow like a sunrise.

Tasha. Natasha Cailey. My pain in the butt little sister. Her room is right next to mine. She is always blasting music 24/7. All Time Low, Nickelback, Usher, All American Rejects every stinking day after another. Well, she is the goddess of music after all. I have to cut her some slack. She looks like an angel. I'm not kidding. She has the soft blond hair, light blue eyes, angelic looking face, the whole package. She is the only one of us without a twin. She is eleven years old.

Riley Lee is my youngest sister. She has black hair like Mari and Mom, but wears it up in a ponytail or braid to keep it up off her neck. I have suggested she cut it like mine, but she says she likes to look like a girl and not some "Stupid Boy". Her obsession is medicine and the plague. Dad helps her a lot with her powers. She is begging Dad to let her join with Aunt Artemis' Hunters. Aunt Artemis is all for it. But dad told her no. She and Dylan are only eight and Dad wants his little didymo_ilio to stay with him for a little while longer.

That reminds me . . . we all have little pet names from dad. Here's a list.

Me, he calls his iliachtida meaning Sunbeam.

Mari, he calls his Liakada. His Sunshine.

Tasha, he calls ilioloustos. Sunny.

Riley and Dylan together he calls them his ilio didyma. Sun Twins.

Separate, they are didymo_ilio. His Sun Twin.

Mom he calls her his ilios. His Sun.

Mari and Tasha say how it's so romantic blah blah blah. I just want to puke when they get all so lovey dovey.

Dylan Michael was an energetic little thing. It was like he had ADHD. Always bouncing from one thing to the next. He loved horses and, funnily enough, was the god of horses and rivers and lakes. Dylan had Dad's blond hair but he had mom's green eyes. He was the youngest and the only boy.

When Mari and I were twelve we were allowed to go to Camp Half-Blood for the summer. I stayed with all my brother and sisters in the Apollo cabin. While Mari stayed in the Poseidon cabin with the head counselor Josh Peterson. Amy Fletcher was the head counselor for Apollo's cabin.

My friends at that camp are Becky Williams Daughter of Athena and Lily Rose Rhodes Daughter of Hermes. The summers passed like usual, Capture the Flag, Campfires, Smores, but the Summer I was eighteen . . . man, that was the worst one yet.

That summer we were just finishing up Capture the Flag when my sword broke.

"Argh. Fucking stupid metal work. That was my last one too." I muttered under my breath.

Mari overheard me and slapped my arm. "Le! Language! There are children present." She scolded.

I stuck my tongue out at her.

"Very mature, Le. Very mature." She said sarcastically.

"I have to go get a new one." I grumbled and made my way to the armory.

As I walked, I noticed that I had a crowd following me. New campers that come in are always following around Mari and I. They are just so hyped up on the whole gods-and-goddesses-are-real-oh-my-word thing.

When I arrived I saw that Rayne Stoll was sitting by the creek crying. I walked up to her. I knew her from my Aunt April. She was always inviting Travis and Katie's, and Connor and Kayla's family up on Olympus. She was like an extra little sister.

I knelt down next to her.

"What's up Buttercup?" I asked her.

She curled into my side. "The Ares campers are being mean. They say I don't belong here because my parents are demigods not a god." She sniffled.

I grew angry. "It's okay Buttercup. I'll take care of them."

I got up and stormed to the Ares Cabin. When I arrived I saw that two of the kids were pushing around Avery Stoll, Connor and Kayla's son. I got majorly pissed.

"What do you think you're doing!" I bellowed.

"Nothing that concerns you!" Sneered one boy. A newcomer by the looks of him. The others were smart to back off when the saw how pissed I was.

"That's my little brother. You better back the hell off." I yelled.

"Your brother. So You don't belong at this camp either. No good legacy." He scoffed.

I summoned a bit of my power. "You better watch it boy. He's my brother by choice, not by blood." I called some sunlight to come down harsher.

"Who do you think you are? Stupid demigod of that useless Archer god." He said arrogantly.

I grew furious. "I AM LETO JORDAN DAUGHTER OF APOLLO GOD OF THE SUN AND ARCHERY AND DAUGHTER OF MEGAN GODDESS OF THE TIDES. I WOULDN'T MESS WITH ME BOY. IF I SEE YOU MESSING ABOUT WITH MY FRIENDS OR FAMILY I WILL ROAST YOU. DO YOU UNDERSTAND!" I screamed.

He stammered. "You're a goddess?"

"Yes I am." I snarled in his face.

"Sorry." He said in a rush. He shoved Avery roughly in my direction and ran off.

"Thanks Le." Avery said in a small voice.

"It's okay Aves. I'm gonna go let off some steam in the archery range. Let me know if they bother you and your cousin again." I said distractedly. I took off for the archery range in a rush, trying to not let my anger go.

Later that night I remembered I had forgot to get a new weapon from the armory. I snuck out of bed and ran towards the weapons shed.

When I got in I saw a red glow from the corner. I carefully walked over to it and saw a bracelet. Not just any bracelet. The Bracelet. I nervously slipped it on. Little did I know the horror that would come.

Somewhere in the middle of Nowhere . . .

"The curse on the Patron of war has started." A gravelly voice said gleefully.

"Yes. Such exciting times." Chirped in a second.

"I wonder if she'll make it in time." Said a third.

The three old ladies cackled maniacally as they knitted.

Olympus . . .

"Achooo." coughed a fading god.

*Addy*