Hi I hope you guys enjoy this, My first fanfic.

Disclaimer: I would love to tell you its all mine, but then I'd be lying. It all belongs to Rick.*goes and cries in a corner*

Preface

Hi, my name is Nicole Sofia Jackson, but my friends call me Nikki. My parents are Percy and Annabeth Jackson, the two most famous demi-gods in history. Knowing that, you'd know that I and a demi-god too.

Chapter 1

I woke with a jump at the sound of my nasally alarm clock. I couldn't believe the dream I had just had. I have had some pretty dramatizing dreams in my lifetime, but this one beats the others by 10 to nothing.

I was on a beach, stormy gray clouds filled the sky where ever you looked, the ocean waves crashing into one another as if they were having a battle. I turned and saw that my father and some other guy in a flowered shirt and Bermuda shorts were walking along side me. They looked strikingly alike, both having the same jet-black hair, like me, and the same intense sea green eyes. Somehow I knew he was Poseidon, the Greek God of the Sea. They were talking quietly, I guessed trying to keep something from because I couldn't hear them when all of a sudden BANG!!! Out of the water came this big guy with shiny blond hair that it was almost silver and the strangest eyes I have ever seen: pure gold. On the right of his face, he was marred by a scar running from his temple all the way down to his jaw, I shuddered just thinking about where he got it from. He smiled a wicked smile, the kind you only see on villains when they are about to do something terrible, and spoke in an eerie voice," Come to me, godling."

I tried to find my dad and Poseidon, but they were gone. I continued my frantic search when I saw them being carried off by two women with snakes for legs. Dracaenae, my mind told me. My dad and the god kept yelling at my to run my I couldn't, I was so frightened. I saw the dracaena coming towards me and saw the scar faced dude smiling evilly, and then everything went black.

I sat in my bed for a moment and pondered my dream, or nightmare. It had been so vivid, so frightening, so real, like it was actually happening. The scar faced dude had called me a godling, whatever that is, but it also brought a sense of rightness over me, I don't know. I'm probably just over reacting. At least the setting was familiar. It was a beach my mom and dad had found here in New York City that no one else knew about. They had found it while they were dating and my dad had eventually proposed to her there. They built a beach house together and we've been going there every since I can remember.

I tried to shake off the dream when I heard my dad call in his deep bass voice, " Nikki, hurry up! You're going to be late for school."

" I'm coming!" I yelled in reply. I quickly threw back my covers and sprinted to my bathroom. I hastily brushed my teeth and washed my face and started to attempt to comb my wildly curly hair. I threw on my skinny jeans, my red converse, and my favorite t-shirt with a dinosaur on it.(A/N that's for you Bri!!) I stared at my reflection in the mirror, looking at my eyes. They changed from gray to sea green, according to my mood. Today they were and dark gray, figures I'd be worried. I grabbed my book bag and raced down the stairs, but tripped on the last step. Luckily, my dad was there to catch me.

"Hey, slow down there, Ariel," he said with a chuckle. I blushed at the sound of my nickname. You see when I was little; I was obsessed with The Little Mermaid. I'd watch it over and over again till I had the lines memorized and I would always dress up in this Ariel costume my mom made for me and run around our house saying, " I'm Ariel!" Eventually, my parents caught on and it became my nickname.

"Thanks, Dad," I breathed in reply. He laughed again and we went to go eat breakfast.

"I made pancakes, your favorite," my mom said with a smile. Her blond, curly hair was tied back in its usual ponytail and her gray eyes were sparkling. My dad always said I looked just like her, except for my hair. I sat down at my usual spot at our 4-person table and began eating. I ate my food quietly when I looked up and saw my parents giving me quizzical looks. I grimaced.

"What's the matter, Nikki?" my mom asked, "You're awful mute this morning." I was about to sya something when I heard a loud honnkkk! Outside. Saved by the bus. I pecked both of my parents on the cheek and said, "Love ya, bye."

"Have a great day!" they said in unison. I muttered a 'thanks' and made my way out the door and onto the bus.

"Here, Nikki!" I heard my best friend Natalie call. She was a tall, skinny, beautiful girl with dark brown eyes and hair and the kindest of hearts.

"Hey, Nat!" I said happily as I sat down. Natalie had the power to make everyone happy by just being near her. "How are you?"

"Great! Did you see the way Dave was looking at me?" I sighed, same old Natalie. It seemed to be a regular day at Goode Middle School. Boy was I wrong.