She ain't a Hero, She's a Villain

by Arie'Lizbeth

As the old saying goes, hero's are made, yet in my world of Greek Mythology, they are born. Only about a week ago, I learned something, there are people born villans, that can still be made into hero's. All it takes, is the right words.

1. Chapter 1

She ain't a Hero, She's a Villain: Chapter 1

Hello guys and dolls! I hope you like this story! I have great expectations for it. R&R!

Hello everyone! I'm Percy Jackson. Hero of Olympus and son of Poseidon, god of the seas. Now, I know you probably heard in plenty of introductions by Rick Riordon all about half bloods and about greek mythology being real blah blah blah! Wow! I'm sounding like Mr.D! Anyway, I'm not going to bore you with all that jazz and just tell you the story.

Percy POV: (Just incase you didn't know before hand Rebecca!)

It was that hour right before dinner that everyone had free time. My girlfriend, Rachel and I (Sorry Percabeth fans, I keep doing PercyxAnnabeth and want to try something new) decided to spend our free time by the beach. Rachel's red frizzy hair was put up in cute little pig-tails and her green eyes sparkled with excitement. We stood side by side letting the cool ocean water lap our toes. I was happy with Rachel with me, but at the same time felt uneasy. I knew something was going to happen.

Then, as if on cue, I felt a presence in the water. It was no ordinary presence like a mortal's. It was stronger. It was a half bloods'.

"Wait here." I told Rachel as I narrowed my eyes trying to see further out to sea. Nothing.

"But Percy," Rachel started to protest but I was already jogging down the beach looking for the presence. Being the stubborn girl she is, she followed. The beach led to a rocky cliff ledge. We peered over the cliff ledge, and my eyes widened. There, floating on the top of the water, stuck in between some sharp rocks, was a 12 year old girl. Problem: It didn't look like she was breathing.

We ran down the steep trail that goes down to the water and fished her out. I laid her down on the sand and(much to Rachel's disapproval) performed CPR. After a few moments, the girls' eyes fluttered open to reveal a light blue. Now that I'm mentioning her looks, her hair was a light blonde and she had a pale complexion.

"Are you one of Tarturus?" she asked in a strange accent.

"Wha?" was my totally amazingly smart answer.

"Are you one of Tarturus?" she repeated.

"What's your name?" I asked, hoping she would drop the strange question.

"Danielle. Are you one of Tarturus?" no such luck.

"Uh... no. I don't believe so." I finally answered.

She frowned, then, her eyes bulged as she looked at me curiously. "What's your name?" she asked the question like my answer would tip the scales of the universe.

"Perseus Jackson." As soon as I uttered those words, my vision turned black.

OOOOOooo! A little cliffy! let me know what you think! Oh! Also, if you have any ideas for this story, tell me. I always seem to get writing blocks.