McKenzie Jackson and The Next Generation

by Angel Like You

It all started thirteen years ago, the day she was born, the day her fate was sealed. Meet McKenzie Jackson, daughter of Percy and Annabeth Jackson. After her parents 'died' she was sent to live with her Aunt Amber. Now thirteen years later her her parents mysteriously show up and she is sent to Camp Half-Blood. What happens when she is issued a dangerous quest -Next Generation-

"Give me the book! Or feel the pain of a thousand bolts!" The demonic voice bellowed.

"You'll never have it, not over my cold dead body" I screeched, turning around to try to run away as fast as I can.

This was the same nightmare I have been having ever since I was four. It was on the Empire State building, here in New York. Lightning was cracking, thunder pounding in my wake. It was just me and a swirling black vortex, asking for a book. What book? Did it want the book I got at my school's library? No that can't be the book it wants, is it?

"That can be arranged! Now surrender and die!" It yelled, chuckling menacingly.

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There that's when it stops. When that thing was starting to suck me in just as lightning cracked and heavy rain started to pelt us. I spooked myself up and slowly looked at my clock, squinting my eyes slightly. "Six thirty? No wait umm, nine?" Ughh stupid dyslexia" I screamed at the clock and falling right down onto my bed again.

"Now sweetie, don't talk like that. It's six thirty like always. Same time as always" I glanced at my door.

"Oh sorry Aunt Amber. It's that dream again, what does it mean?" I asked, covering my face with a pillow.

Aunt Amber or Aunt A as I call her, was the sweetest person you could ever meet. She and I lived in the lower part of New York, on West Highland Street. It's not a bad part of lower New York, trust me it's not. We live in an apartment building on the fifth floor in apartment C.13. Aunt A took me in after my parents died 12 years ago.

"Now take that pillow of your head, Kenzie and I'll make you some blueberry pancakes for ya" She said, a smile on her face. It sounded like she was mumbling because of the pillow. I nodded and she shut the door.

I threw off my blue sheets and sliver bedding. Those were my two favorite covers. I sighed and slowly shuffled towards my dresser. I looked into my mirror and smiled slightly. I stood at five feet six, had a Californian tan look. I guessed it came naturally, because for one I have never been to California. I have curly blonde hair and see green eyes, that part I was fine with. Sighing, I twirled a strand of my hair. Opening my dresser I pulled out a blue shirt with a sliver owl on it. I smiled slightly and pulled out a pair of grey skinny jeans and black converse. I bit my lip slightly and pushed my hair back into a messy bun and grabbed my book bag, jogging out my room.