Disclaimer = I am seriously bad with these things and most of the time I forget them altogether. So I'm putting this one to stand for the entire story, 'k? Nothing is mine (but the plot) Percy Jackson belongs to Mr. Riordan and Twilight belongs to Ms. Meyer and also any recognisable scenes belong to the two authors. If I owned them do you seriously think I'd write fanfics? please...

Introduction

The plane was flying smoothly but my heart was beating frantically. I hate flying. Even riding a Pegasus scares the flying crap out of me, I always expect a bolt of lighting to struck down on me... and to think I'm a natural at riding.

I shook my head and glanced at the sky out of the small window. The sky is perfectly blue and we're even higher than the clouds. 'Its a perfect day' the pilot had said earlier in a cheery voice. Yeah... right.

See I'm not supposed to go up in the air. None of Poseidon's (or even Hades') children are supposed to fly.

However these are not normal circumstances.

I should explain that huh? First of all the Gods are real. Now before you get all excited I don't know about a God, the infamous old man with the beard and all, that's a theological question that has nothing to do with what I'm saying.

I'm talking about the old Gods. The twelve men and women that lived in palace on top of the mount Olympus in the Ancient Greece. Yep, those Gods. Why do I speak English if I mean those Gods? Easy, they moved to the west as the centre of the western civilisation moved. First to Rome, then to a bunch of other places and right now they're in the USA. Stop looking at me like that, I'm not crazy!

I just don't care much about history; I'm a seventeen year old girl that has more problems on her lap right now than just ancient history. Anyways, right now the Gods live (still on Olympus) on the 600th floor of the empire state building. Yes there is a 600th floor. Why can't you see it? Because of the Mist. The Mist is the aura that masks all non mortals from the mortals' eyes. Are we all on the same page now? Good, back to the story at hand!

Most of the Gods and Goddesses spend a lot of their time meeting mortals and if all goes well they hook up and voila! Babies are born. Those babies are called demigods (half God half mortal). Those demigods have a very strong scent that is almost identical to their Godly parent and they tend to attract monsters. (In case you need a reminder think of Hercules and Hydra). The only safe place to be if you're a demigod is a place called 'Half Blood camp'. Before you ask it has nothing to with Harry Potter, although J.K is a child of Apollo (why do you think the poor lady lost it?)

That camp is in Long Island, New York. Don't try to look it up, it has magical borders against mortals and you will never find it. It's normally a beautiful place to be. it has everything you could ever imagine, cabins (one for each God), the Big House where all the meetings are held, the Dining pavilion, a climbing wall, stables, armory and a very dangerous forest.

The problem began a few weeks ago. Someone poised our magical pine tree and now everyone can enter it. Including mortals and more importantly monsters.

Yesterday a quest was given and a group of demigods shall go and retrieve a cure. My baby brother, Percy also a son of Poseidon, and his two best friends Annabeth, daughter of Athena, and Grover, a satyr, snuck out of the camp to go for the same quest (as the girl (Clarisse, daughter of Ares) that was given the quest has zero chances of actually achieving anything) and I was sent to the other side of the country to hide.

I don't like hiding but my mother had a point in sending me away. If the camp is breached then I'm in much greater trouble than the demigods are. You see, I am not a demigod. I already told you my father is Poseidon, Greek God of seas, earthquakes, oceans, and storms. What I didn't tell you that my mother is Aphrodite, the Greek Goddess of beauty, love, grace, desire, sexuality, pleasure, and procreation. See the problem now?

I was given two choices either live in Olympus with the Gods (including my mom, step dad who by the way tried to kill me when I was a baby, mom's boyfriend... and the rest of our highly dysfunctional yet perfectly normal family. yeah I don't think so either) or go to live (and hide) with the only other child of Poseidon. I chose the latter and uncle Zeus promised not to struck the plane and kill me.

I closed my sea green diary and placed it in my hand bag before lying back on my seat and allowed my eyes to close for a moment and the pilot still in the same cheery voice even after six whole hours of a direct flight announced we reached our destination and we'll descend now. I tried not to gulp and we smoothly landed. Now I know why some people kiss the tarmac when they land.