A/N: This is a story I thought of when I was bored, and thought I could make it work. It stars an O/C (own character) of mine, named Kyrra (Key-rah) Stone, and contains mature content, such as swearing, drugs, abuse, blood, gore, and, later, sex. If you don't like any of those things, don't read. Please. I hate when people get angry after they read something, knowing what they were getting into. This is also not just about sex, it has a plot, so please, keep that in mind too. This story takes place right after The Last Olympian, and a few other Camps have been set up, one in Chicago, one in England (near Hogwarts, haha. Just kidding, not a cross-over), and another in China. Somewhere. So, there are foreign demigods who have places to go. So. Um. There you go. Enjoy.

Stone Embrace: Prologue

Braille and Questions

I've been asked, many times, if I love Perseus Jackson. I tell them yes, it's only the truth. Then, they ask if he cheated on Annabeth with me. I laugh in their faces and shake my head. They're puzzled by this, so then I have to explain: that I love him, but I'm not in love with him. They ask how that can be, how a girl can love someone without being in love. I enlighten them, but they still don't get it. So, I use simple terms. You love your siblings, right? They reply that yes, they do. So then I ask if they were in love with them, which caused great stuttering, and red faces, and quite a few even shouted "No!" I tell them it's the same for me with Percy. He's my brother, in all but blood, or marriage. Only then do they understand.

Next comes the slew of questions: Why are you two so close? Are you actually related? Are you just another daughter of Poseidon? I try and evade as many questions as I can. I hate talking about myself. They don't listen, but the questions keep coming. The ones doing the asking aren't satisfied until I've answered them all, in as much detail as possible.

It gets old, telling the same things over and over. So, I've decided to write everything down. It's hard, though, since I'm dyslexic, but it's worth it. I actually taught myself Braille, in order to make it easier on myself. It also is good to know if you're going to pretend to be blind. Just a tip for future reference.

I hate talking about myself. Did I say that already? I do. So, to prevent that from happening every day for the rest of my life, all of the curious souls can just read about my tale. At least that way the gossip will stop. Or, at least, that's one of my goals. Did you know that demigods are notorious for gossip? It's one of the traits they all share, since all of their Godly parents have that weakness, too. Well, most of them. Hermes especially. Another random fact you might need to know in the future.

I used to be a thief. I think that's a good place for me to start. My mother was dead; my father was a vengeful bastard that was only out for his own agenda. No, I am not talking about my Other parent, but the real-life human being that raised me. They are my true parents, not the one who's unreal DNA made me. By the way, does anyone else question how that works, exactly? If the Gods don't have any DNA, how do we have two different sets in us? Perhaps we're not supposed to look at it closely. Or maybe no one expects us to be interested in Biology. I'm not either, but I know things. Random things.

I'm getting off subject again. I'm easily distracted, another one of my "charming" gifts I get from being a demigod. I have ADHD, which made me kind of dangerous as a thief. I am impulsive, highly so and always have to be moving. I don't think I can sit still long enough to save my life.

I got off onto another tangent again, didn't I? Well, let me try again. I was a thief, my father taught me how. It wasn't something my mother was proud of, but it put food on our table, so she looked the other way. Maybe it was the stress of our thievery, or maybe we angered somebody upstairs (as in above our one-room apartment), but my mother died when I was 12, leaving me alone with my father. That's when everything started.

He got into drugs, after I turned 12. Minor, at first, selling marijuana. It didn't start there, soon it was cocaine, and meth, and ecstasy. I didn't touch any of that hard-core stuff, but I won't lie and say I was perfectly innocent, either. I used pot to get high, maybe 3-4 times a week. It calmed me down, working opposite of my ADHD. I drank, too. Honestly, I have no idea how I made it through those years until I was 16 without getting arrested, or having sex. Yes, I'm a virgin. Not to say I'm innocent, I'm not. I've just never gone all the way.

My father was arrested, though. I had just turned 16, and realized just how messy my life was. It was around the time I tried to quit the habit, and get a decent job. It didn't last long. The job, I mean. The moment my father was thrown in jail, I took off. I didn't want to go to a foster home, or anywhere for druggie kids, or kids with druggie parents. It was 6 months, half a year, before I met Percy. I was living on the street then. He had sometime I wanted, or, his mother did. A bracelet. It would have gotten a decent price, so I planned a break-in. I was good at things like that.

I had never been seen stealing before since being on the streets. And I had never, never actually been caught when I had been seen, back when I was so inexperienced, so young. Of course, it just happened that the first time I was caught, it would have been by a demigod. Just my luck.

A/N: (Yes, I have more to say.) She isn't interested in Percy. He will still be with Annabeth. This story covers her adventures, that lead her to the point of writing this book. This prologue is not how the style of the book will be, it's just….her thoughts. The other chapters will be normal, as in what normal books look like

"Blaaah." He said, shrugging.

"Exactly." She replied.

. Stuff like that. And yes, I know. Fail example. So. NOW I'm done talking.