Hello there Mortals and Demigods. Thought I was pulling your leg didn't you? HAH. No. I'm attempting to do this, believe it or not. ANyways,

I don't own Percy Jackson. If I did I would be eating Oreos and laughing at you peasants.

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The night was dark and stormy. A feminine figure flitted through the streets, dark hair flying through the wind like an angry spirit. In the woman's arms was a a box which she held to herself like it was a sacred treasure. Soon the woman had reached her destination. The Chase Mansion. One of the richest families on the block. In the town really.

The woman climbed over the walls around the house, and, with great luck, she didn't set off any alarms. quickly she set the box down which let out a quiet wail. It was a baby. A few months old with tufts of curly blonde hair, and stormy grey eyes. The woman let a ghost of a smile spread on her face as the baby grabbed her finger.

"Good luck my Little Owl. And remember, I will always love you." And with a swift kiss on the baby's forehead she pressed the doorbell and was gone, like a leaf in the wind.

A minute later a butler and a maid opened the door, and were startled by a sudden wail.

"My goodness!" gasped the maid. Quickly she scooped up the child and rushed away to take care of the baby. Meanwhile the butler glanced around wondering where the baby's parents were before picking up the box to dispose of it.

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"What should we do with her?" asked Mrs. Chase, "Maybe we should call the adoption services?" Mr. Chase smiled and shook his head. "No," he said, " We shall adopt her and raise her as our own. Besides, we've been wanting kids."

"But where can we put her?" asked Mrs. Chase, concerned. "For now she will sleep in our room until she grows up more. Then we can move her into whatever room she wants."

There was a knock at the door. "Come in," Mr. Chase called. A maid entered with a small bow. "Sir, there were a few objects found in her blanket, would you like to see them?" she asked. "Yes," replied Mr. Chase, as he approached her. The maid handed him a picture, a note, and a silver owl locket with jewels that were beaded on the chain, whose eyes glinted at him like amber. He read the note.

This is my dear child Annabeth.

She is two months old.

I ask of you to please take care of her as if she were your own.

And to give her the locket on her tenth birthday. And try to not let her find out she was adopted.

But if she does find out and asks, tell her that I love her, and that I had good reason to leave her with you.

And don't try to find me either. It will be impossible.

-A

"How odd," murmured Mr. Chase. He eventually shrugged and turned to the maid,"Put them in a box and store them in the attic." The maid nodded and took the items back before leaving the room.

He turned to his wife and smiled,"Annabeth. That is her name," Mrs. Chase smiled and nodded. "It's beautiful," she whispered, looking down at the sleeping baby in her arms.

So. Whaddya think? Like it? Dislike it? I'd love it if you told me. Anyways, I just hope you had a good day (Or night who knows) and that you liked the story. So, good day and see you next chapter.

-MHD