Ok, so this is my first fic for Percy Jackson and the Olympians, but I do have lots of other stories so check those out if you want to. Reviews are always welcome, but please if you have something bad to say, make it constructive, not "this story sucks". That's not helpful. At all. Anyway, the story:

My name is Dia Mirati. I live in a foster house with ten other children, ranging from ages one to fifteen. From where our story starts, I was not yet thirteen. It was may of my sixth grade year, and my birthday is in June. My only friend at my school, 's Academy, was Oliver. He had really curly red hair, and always wore his baseball cap, no matter how many demerits he got from Mrs. Finworth, who never tolerated anyone who was out of uniform. It was a really hideous uniform, too. The girls had to wear grey skirts with a million pleats or shorts, but the only difference between the girls' shorts and the boys' pants is about one inch. We also had to wear starched, really uncomfortable white oxford shirts. It was an outfit I would spend the next two days in. It all started when Oliver and I were walking to the subway (the Boston transit unit, not the fast food store). We were waiting for our train to come when Oliver dropped the soda he was holding.

"What?" I asked, turning to the direction he was facing. There was a giant snake, but with a woman's head. It - She - bared her fangs and revealed a forked tounge. Ok. I thought to myself. This is a dream. But dreams are never like this. In dreams, I'm somewhere where everyone can see me and I'm the hero. But how could it be real? "What is that?" I asked when I had finally regained the ability to talk.

"Echidna." Oliver breathed out. He took out two knives, made of a weird bronze metal, that I would later learn is called celestial bronze. I had no idea how to use a knife, unless it was for cutting my dinner. Nevertheless, I was as impulsive as always and charged at the echidna, who cut me with her scythe. Why hadn't I seen that before. I didn't realize I was bleeding until after I retaliated against her, stabbing right where her heart was, and she turned to dust. Oliver ran up with his awkward run. "Dia, are you ok?" He asked. "Oh, gods, this is not good."

"Gods?" I asked, noticing that he had used the plural form of the noun. English was my good subject.

"Later, Dia, we've got to go to New York." He said as we boarded the subway. All of the people were staring at us. Had they seen it too?

"New York? Why? Rita will kill me!" Rita is my foster mother.

"Dia, we have to go to New York, now." Now, normally I would have put up an arguement. But Oliver had never used that sort of voice before, so I figured I had better listen. So, we took a bus on the four hour drive to New York City. We were dropped off at Grand Central. My left arm, the one that had gotten cut, was really starting to sting. I didn't have anything to cover it so it was hurting even more than I would expect it to. When Oliver looked at it, his eyes widened. "We've gotta move faster." He said, and dropped a golden coin on the ground. I would really like to tell you what happened next, but I blacked out. Oliver somehow got me to a house, where I woke up. Nobody was in the room with me when I awoke. I moved my arm and found that it was bandaged and hurt a bit less. My shirt, which used to be stiff, was wrinkled and stained. My hair was matted. I pulled it back into a bun and walked out of the room. A man who looked like someone who had been on vacation in Bermuda too long, minus the tan, was playing a card game with an older man in a wheelchair. Oliver was no where in sight. I backed up against the wall, afraid that I had been kidapped. But the older man saw me.

"You're awake. How's your arm?" He said with a smile. He had a kind voice, so I wasn't as reluctant as I thought I would be to answer him.

"Better, thanks." I said, looking down. "If you don't mind me asking and all, where am I?" I said, but so quietly that no one heard me. A boy who looked around seventeen with black hair came into the room with a girl the same age, with bright grey eyes and blonde hair.

"New demigod?" The boy asked. I had no idea what a demigod was. I had no idea where I was. I didn't know anyone around me.I like control over my life, and this was the complete opposite of that. I lost it and began to cry. The girl noticed first.

"It's ok." She said, hugging me awkwardly around the shoulders. "Does your arm hurt that much?" I shook my head.

"I-it's not my arm." I spluttered out through sobs.

"You don't know anything that's going on." She said. I nodded. "Well, here." She handed me a tissue. "I'm Annabeth, this," she gestured to the boy. "is Percy. The man in the wheelchair is Chiron and the other one is Mr.D." She explained.

"Anniebell, introduce me by my proper name, someone'll have to explain it to her sometime." Mr.D. said. He didn't strike me as being very nice, not even knowing Annabeth's name.

"Mr.D's real name is Dionysus." Annabeth said.

"Like the mythology?" I asked. Why would that explain anything?

"Yes. You see, uh, I'm sorry I don't know your name."

"Dia." I said, introducing myself.

"Dia, you know the Greek gods and goddesses. Well, they're real." She sounded like she gave this speech a lot. "And so are the monsters from the stories. I'm guessing from that bandage, you've already met one."

"What was it?" The boy, Percy, asked.

"Percy, don't be so tactless. She might not want to talk about it." Annabeth chided.

"Oliver called it a...an Echidna." I informed them. This was still so confusing. What did I care if the Greek gods were real?

"Oooh, not a nice first pick." Percy said. "You look confused." I nodded. "This is a camp for demigods, or half-bloods. All of us, all the campers, have a godly parent. Mine's Posiedon and Annabeth's Athena." I looked at them both.

"Prove it." I insisted. Percy looked at me.

"How are we supposed to prove that? Don't you beleive us?" He asked. I shook my head. He sighed and went to the pitcher of water on the table. Before I knew what he was doing, there was water floating in the air in front of me. "Beleive us now?" I nodded silently. That was what really told me that this was real.

"So who's my parent?" I asked, they seemed to know whose everyone's parents were.

"Well, we don't know. But a year ago, Percy made the gods swear that they'd claim thier children by the time they were thirteen. How old are you, Dia?" Annabeth questioned.

"I'll be thirteen in a week." I answered her. Annabeth nodded.

"Then you'll be claimed pretty soon. Come on, we'll show you to your cabin."

Review please! - Emma