Hey so this is my first story and any Flames will be used to cook you to feed to my hellhound Cor!

Disclaimer: Sadly I do not own this series….but that doesn't mean I haven't thought about forcing Rick Riordan to give it to me…hehe.


You know, I guess it was just my lucky day when I was kidnapped from my school, by the big headed, egotistical, Son of Poseidon. Please note the sarcasm in that last sentence. I'm getting a bit ahead of myself. So I'm going to back it up and rewind a bit of my life so you can understand where I come from and what happened today to. Unfortunately due to what happened today, my summer plans got messed up, sigh, oh well that happens a lot when you're a kid of the bid three.

~EARLIER THAT DAY~

I awoke to my iPod blaring Walking Disaster by Sum 41. Good song, however when your rooms all nice, dark, and quiet, and you're not expecting the loud, sudden blast of music, It will get your heart racing, and you jumping up for your weapon, thinking you're getting attack, by a monster. Sadly I was not being attacked. I would have taken a monster any day, then go to school.

None the less, I had to go to the purgatory known as school. After crawling out of the nice warm bed, I quickly threw on my school uniform, that I was made to ware, It consisted of a simple black and gray plaid skirt white button up shirt a black blazer jacket, matching gray and black plaid tie, and gray knee high socks. Now I was also meant to ware these awful shoes too, which I believe are called saddle shoes or something, but I prefer to ware my black combat boots instead. My school was lucky I even ware this, as during the first weak I tried to get away with wearing the boy's uniforms. It didn't work.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror of my bathroom. My naturally curly hair black hair was cascaded down to the small of my back. My hair often irritated me when it was down, so I took to always wearing it up or braided. My best friend tells me that if I don't like it I should cut it short, but that would just bug me even more and I liked it long.

After throwing my hair into a quick messy bun, I left the bathroom to go eat breakfast. Halfway to the dining room, I caught my reflection in the hall mirror, and for some reason, my eyes stopped me. I personally, hated my eyes; it wasn't that my eyes were an ugly color to me, but they only brought back bad memories. As those memories began, to bubble up to the top of my thoughts, I notice that my eye color changed to brown, just like they always did when I was upset. I shook the thoughts out of my head a walked to the dining room.

"Good morning dear." My Mommy chippered happily to me as I took my seat. "I thought you might have woken up late again. I'm glad to see you up though." She smiled warmly to me.

I looked across from me to see my best friend rolling his eyes at me. His black shaggy hair hung in his face as always hiding his brown almost black eyes. He was a year older than me. So he was fifteen while I was fourteen, but it didn't matter because I could take him in a fight….Or sparing as we called it as to not get in trouble. "Yes because we all know Princess over here can't wake up." He said with a smirk.

I threw a piece of my toast at him. I'm also positive we would have had a full on food fight right there if a voice didn't come from the head of the table stopping him. "Nico, stop taunting Abby, Abby don't throw your food." I looked over to see the god of the dead sitting in his chair as if he was there the whole time….Witch he could have…

"Okay Daddy." I said defeated.

Now you're probably wondering why a fourteen year old girl still calls her Father, Daddy, and her Mother Mommy, right? See when I was four years old, and for matters I don't care to speak of I was adopted, by Hades and Persephone. As I am not biologically their daughter, I figured I didn't want to call Hades and Persephone, mom and dad as I do not have fond memories of my birth parents, and I simply wished to call my adopted parents by different names.

As for my best friend, if you're wondering why we live together, it's because Nico is the demigod son of Hades, and Persephone's step-son…a fact witch mommy still isn't all that crazy about. We had thought of calling each other 'brother and sister' when we first met, a few years back…but neither of us really liked the idea, as the term seemed odd to us.

I should probably mention that my name is Abby, and I am a demigod. While neither Hades nor Persephone are my real parents, my real mom or dad is a god (I don't want to tell you if my godly parent is a guy or a girl so I'll just say one or the other). However when I was six, Daddy Hades, blessed me. That blessing gave me a few of the abilities of a child of Hades. I am nowhere near as Nico, but I can summon a dead solider to help me out in a fight, and shadow travel to the underworld and short distances.

"Kids," Daddy said, waking me up from my thoughts, "hurry up and get to school. You don't want to be late for your last day right? They will still give you two a detention for it." Daddy laughed. Detentions were a common thing in this house, between Nico and I, it was normal for at least one of us to have one every day.

We said our good byes and grabbed our packs and headed to the school. "Well Nico, lets see who blows something up first today okay?" I said jokingly, though by the end the whole school would be demolished.