Gallimaufry

by Tape Monkey

Well. I don't want to give away too much of the plot... but it's about what would happen if the Greek and Egyptian gods have a child together. Oops, was that too much? Well, I didn't tell you that. YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT THE STORY IS ABOUT!

1. Beginnings

(A/N) This is my first fanfic, hope y'all like it a tiny bit!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything. Well, I do own some things, like clothes and all, but ya know, none of the stuff I want to put in mu story. Wouldn't it'd be cool if I did?

Chapter One: Beginnings

~Abigail~

My name is Abigail Elina Protingas, but it might as well be Turned-Down, because that's what I've always been. Turned down. I'm sorry, we're too full. I'm sorry, we only take under-tens. I'm sorry, we don't want you here. No, no, no, no. Always no, anywhere I try to go. Furthermore, if I happen to find a family who wants to take me, or even – gods forbid – an orphanage, they kick me out eventually. If it's bad for regular half-bloods, it's bound to be worse for me. It was easier when I was a cute blonde 6-year-old orphan. Now I'm a tall, skinny teenager, and all of a sudden, nobody wants me. I don't blame my parents for leaving me… I rather wasn't supposed to happen, anyway.

I've been wandering the streets of NYC for the past two or three weeks, doing odd jobs for hot dog stands and street performers. I haven't had the heart to leave Manhattan. It truly is an amazing city. Sometimes I'll go and look up at Olympus, wishing with all my heart that I wasn't a freak. I'm standing here now. But life is too short to dwell on failures, isn't it? I force myself away from Olympus. If my own mother doesn't want me, then I don't want her. I walk down the street, hands in the pockets of my old, tattered jeans, when an idea pops into my head.

What about my father?

I think about it. It's unlikely that he himself will take kindly to me, but maybe his side of the family will be kinder. The more I think about it, the more the idea sounds plausible. I start to get excited. A plan forms in my head. I start walking in the correct direction automatically.

Forget you, Athena. Brooklyn, here I come.

(A/N) Well, that wasn't really a chapter, more a prologue, really. PLLLLLEASE review! Flames are okay as long as they aren't tooooooooo mean...

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Love,

Tape Monkey