Hi guys (and gals), and welcome to my third fanfiction. So, I'm not really sure where I'm going with this yet, so if you have suggestions, ideas, etc, I'd be happy to hear them. This is the first short story; my next post depends on you. If you really like this and want me to continue it a little longer, or if you love this and want me to continue this a lot longer in another fanfiction, tell me, or if you want what I'd originally planned (a bunch of short stories about demigods), then let me know.

I do not own PJO, or HoO (even though there's no Camp Jupiter in this story, there may be in future stories.) I also currently own all of the characters, so let me know if you want Percabeth + company in this or not. Basically, just R&R. Thanks and hope you like it!

Riley and Rayce were at the beach with their parents, playing in the sand together. They were twins, each ten years old, and they were good friends. Riley was working on a princess throne for her to sit on. The shape was finished, but it still wasn't sturdy enough to support her weight. Rayce was building a sand castle for his superhero action figures. They fantasized about being a princess or a superhero someday, even though they were old enough to know that it was impossible.

Riley ran down to the water with a bucket and filled it with water. She poured the water into a larger bucket of sand and stirred with her hands. She added a layer of the wet sand to her throne and ran down to the water again. When she returned with another bucket of water, she found her throne crumbled and ruined.

"No!" she cried. She tried to put it back together, but it was nothing more than a pile of sand now. "Rayce!" she yelled, enraged. "Did you do this?" Rayce grinned at her. It was payback for her breaking his Spiderman action figure the other day.

Riley screamed. She ran towards Rayce. His grin slipped into a look of fear and he turned and ran. Riley kicked down his sand castle as she ran by. She chased Rayce with a sand spade in her hand like a weapon.

"Riley, Rayce, get over here this instant!" their mother yelled. They both froze and walked, panting, to their mom. They sat on the towel and glared at each other (for Rayve had noticed what she had done to his sand castle).

"You two apologize to each other right now!" Their dad told them sternly.

"I'm sorry, Riley." Rayce said finally.

"Sorry, Rayce!" Riley sneered coldly. She clearly was still upset.

"Thank you, Rayce. You can go play," said their mom. "And you, Riley. You can sit here until you've thought about what you've done." Riley jumped up.

"No!" she screamed.

"Yes." her father retaliated in a deadly voice. Riley sat back down, fuming. She sat for a few minutes, getting angrier and angrier by the second. Suddenly, her mother screamed and pointed towards the water. Riley and her dad stared in shock. There was an enormous wave descending upon them. A tsunami.

"Rayce!" yelled Riley's mom. "Rayce, come now!" Rayce heard the fear in his mother's voice and ran. The family quickly grabbed what they could and ran to their car. Riley glanced back and saw that they wouldn't make it fast enough. She closed her eyes and willed the wave to stop. With all her heart, she wanted the wave to be gone. She wished upon every star she knew. She opened her eyes. Her mom stood in shock, facing the wave.

"Come on, mom, we have to go before it-" she stopped, for when she glanced back again to see how near the wave was, she saw . . . nothing. There was no wave. Almost like . . . but no, it couldn't be. Could it? Was it possible that she had wished the wave away. She shook her head. She was being ridiculous. She couldn't have. She didn't have superpowers, and she wasn't a powerful sorceress. Still, it didn't make any sense. How could the giant wave just . . . disappear?

Rayce noticed his parents exchange a dark look and glance at Riley. What was going on?

"Come on, kids, we have to go." said their dad. "And hurry. Riley-" he stopped. Rayce was confused. Something was going on with Riley that he didn't know about. Something to do with that wave.

When they got back to their hometown, their dad pulled over in front of Rayce's best friend, Michael's house. "Rayce, I need you to stay at Mike's house tonight." their mom said calmly.

"What? Why? Mom, what's going on?" Rayce said, panicking.

"Nothing, sweetheart. Mike invited you over for a sleepover, that's all. Just to celebrate the beginning of summer." their mom said, still calm. Rayce got out slowly and walked inside.

Riley's dad slammed on the gas pedal and they drove away, well over the speed limit, with Riley screaming for an explanation from the backseat.

They skidded to a stop in Long Island, in the middle of nowhere, in front of a tall hill with pine trees.

"It's time." Riley's mom said to her dad.

"Time for what?" Riley screamed. Her parents turned to face her. Her dad spoke first.

"Honey . . . I'm not your real dad." He said.

"What?" she asked. "I'm adopted?"

"No. Honey, you're different. You stopped that wave. But . . . " her mom paused to take a deep breath. "You also started it. You're a demigod."

Riley stared in shock. "A what?" she asked slowly.

"A demigod. Half god, half human." her adoptive father explained. "Your father is Poseidon. The sea god. So that means you can control water."

Riley surprised herself by remaining calm. It explained a lot. Like that one day when the shower turned on when she hadn't turned the handle. And when it started raining just before a soccer game she didn't want to go to.

"Where are we?" she asked her parents.

"It's a summer camp. For people like you. Demigods." her mom said. "They call it Camp Half-Blood."

"Honey, I need you to do something for me, okay?" her dad said slowly. Riley nodded. "I need you to walk up that hill and go to the big blue farmhouse, alright?" Riley noticed her mom wipe away a tear. Riley got out of the car.

"I'll see you soon, okay?" her mom said.

"Right." Riley answered. Then she turned and ran up the hill. Her dad sniffed and drove away, hoping they saw her again in the fall.

So what did you think? Please review if you can, I need at least one review/follow/favorite before I post the next chapter/short story, so . . . yeah. Thanks for reading this sentence, bye!