Zerc is just your average child of the Big Three, but when someone threatens to set Minor upon Olympian/resurrect a ancient power a prophecy thrusts the fate of the world upon his and seven other shoulders... He learns something about himself that Chiron kept hidden from him for sixteen years. Not only does he have to face a nasty goddess but also handle the drama and love between his best friends, friendships will be tested, bonds formed and broken...

This story is a joint, my friend Jojo (Spacewolf on the Clan) and I are writing it. This is her chapter. We had a previous PJO fanfiction but it sucked so we changed it around and now we love it. I hope you will love it just as much as us.

Pictures of characters drawn by Jojo at the top of my profile

Jojo:

Allright, so this chapters a little shorter then the rest shall be. But I really hope you all enjoy this. I'm really excited for this story so I hope you all enjoy it to. So, lets start the story.

Writerswand & Jojo

One

Chapter One:

Training, Summer, and a Goth Girl

I could hear my heart thudding in my chest as I readjusted my grip on my sword. The sweat fell from my forehead as I took in a deep breath. Chiron studied me, waiting for more but I wasn't sure what to do next as I stood in position. I was tired. My muscles burned and I sighed at the unhappy face of the old master. "Chiron, it's the first day of summer, can't I get a break?" I asked him with a pleading look as I lowered my sword arm. "Everyone's already here-" I started, looking at the door before Chiron cut me off.

"Zerc, you don't take breaks. You're a special Half-Blood." Chiron told me as I looked back over at his wise face. "Your-" I cut him off before he could go any farther. I knew where he was going and I could finish his phrase for him.

"You're a son of Zeus, father of all great heroes who couldn't bother having a toilet in his cabin so we had to build one. I know, I know. But I'm sure even Hercules got a break every few days. Come on, Chiron, please?" I asked again, giving him pleading blue eyes. Chiron sighed and waved his hand to the door. My expression brightened.

"Go on, we'll continue your lessons tomorrow." He told me softly. I smiled widely before running over to the door before getting a reminder. "Zerc, your sword?" I looked over at Chiron for a moment, confused before I noticed I was still holding my blade. I laughed a little, rubbing the back of my neck before holding it out to Chiron who took it carefully. "I'll hold onto it for you until tomorrow then. Go on then, your friends are waiting." I smiled again as I nodded.

"Thanks, Chiron." I said before quickly darting outside. Now with the mess of campers coming in I had to find my friends. Every five seconds or so I seemed to get stopped by some camper I knew before finding a familiar face from our group who happened to be one of my best friends. A child of Hades, a big three kid like me. His name was Derek and he had an image at camp as the handsome, prince of the dead. He stayed all year like me, never really having a family though which is something I did have at home. My mom, I remember her blonde hair and bright blue eyes just like me but…I hadn't seen her in years. I was born in a small town in Texas, far off from New York. But anyway, hiding out from the mob near his cabin was Derek, weaving his pale hand through his black hair as he watched people walking around. Quickly, I ran over to him, wanting to get out of the swarm. He noticed.

"No need to run, Zerc." He said, his voice cool as he crossed his arms over his orange, Camp Half-blood t-shirt. "Get out of private practice early?" He asked, looking over at me with a raised eye brow. I nodded, looking around at the mob.

"Yeah, Chiron let me. Did I miss everyone coming?" I asked, my voice probably dropping as I realized I probably did miss everyone coming. Derek nodded. "Damn it!" And at that moment we both must have heard a similar crashing sound in the sky. We exchanged glances and laughed and I looked up at the sky and waved. "Sorry, Zeus!" I called up before looking at Derek. "Anyway, you know where Amelia is?" I asked.

"I think she went to catch up with Jojo while Nala was helping new campers and finding all of her friends. So, I'd say in the forges of cabin nine because that's where Jojo would be." Derek explained as I got confused.

"You think they actually let Amelia down into the forges?" I asked, my brow wrinkling a little. But then again, it was Amelia we were talking about. Amelia was a daughter of Aphrodite. She wasn't a charm speaker but she was forceful when she wanted to do something. You couldn't hold Amelia back. She was a unique Aphrodite child. And oh man did I fall for her. She was beautiful, funny, sweet, accepting…did I mention she was basically the only Aphrodite who could fight? She was just…fantastic. Oh yes, I had it bad but, me being me I didn't make a move yet. So as I stood there, day dreaming of soft, blonde hair I felt Derek shake my arm.

"Zerc, focus. You're going to the forge, right? Then go and stop drooling right here." Derek said, shoving me lightly as I looked at him.

"I'm not drooling." I said simply before walking off to the mobile home gone mad, cabin nine.

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After a little bit of convincing I got down into the forges and went on to look for Jojo and Amelia. It wasn't hard as Jojo stood out like a sore thumb. Her siblings where buff, gruff looking boys and girls with hands that felt like they were rubbed on sandpaper. Jojo was a thin, normal looking pale girl with black, straight hair that fell to the middle of her back with bright, green eyes. She was sometimes called 'softy' due to her incredibly smooth hands. She liked smooth hands so that meant lots of moisturizer and hand coverage when she worked but, she didn't care. Jojo was good friends with Amelia creating one of the strangest camp friendships as the Aphrodite campers tend to insult the Hephaestus campers as ugly. But, Jojo was also quite pretty (yet another thing different between her and her siblings), looking a lot like her mother actually. I preferred Amelia but, my friend Alan would beg to differ. But as I walked into the hot forge I heard someone shout- "Softy! Can you get us more flames?" I looked over to see Jojo walk out of one side.

"I'm coming!" She called, a slight New Yorker flare to her voice, taking one of her gloves off as she approached the flames. She held out her palm and out came fire. That's right, fire. Jojo was one of the rare few Hephaestus children given the gift of fire. Though, that troubled Chiron extremely as fire users always seem to stir up trouble in their wake but so far, nothing had happened with our little rare, freak of nature. She pushed some hair out of her face and noticed me out of the corner of her eye. She smiled and waved. "Hey, Zerc! Come over here and give me a hug." She said as she started to step towards me. I laughed and walked up to Jojo who gave me a typical Jojo hug. "How have you been?" She asked.

"I've been good. I heard Amelia's here, where?" I asked, looking over Jojos head. She laughed, letting go of me crossing her arms. I looked down at her, confused. "What?"

"You have it so bad for that girl." She said quietly, rubbing her forehead with her gloveless hand. I opened my mouth to protest before Jojo went on talking. "Anyway, come with me." She said, quickly going back to her work spot, putting her glove back on. "Amelia! Someone's here to see you!" She called as she turned the corner. I sighed as I looked up at the ceiling as if asking why. I followed Jojo anyway.

And there she was.

Amelia.

She sat in a chair near Jojos work space with her legs up on the seat. Her arms wrapped around her light colored skinny jeans and down to her flip flop dawned feet. Her nails, fingers and toes, where painted pink. Her silky, shiny, beautiful blonde hair fell over her shoulders. A few strands fell in front of her face and swiftly Amelia pushed them away from her bright blue eyes. Her makeup was perfect and not overdone like some of her sisters. She didn't wear it all the time but I didn't mind what she did. Either way she was beautiful. She looked up at me, smiling with glistening white teeth. I almost didn't hear her sweet voice.

"Hi, Zerc." Oh man, Jojo was right. I had it bad, didn't I? I shook it off on the inside and smiled back as Amelia got off. I took notice of her black, silk halter top. It was kind of Greek goddess like in style in how it flowed. Obviously, Amelia hadn't dug into her camp cloths yet. But it was the first day, it didn't really matter yet. She hugged me and I hugged her back.

"Hi, Amelia." I said as we released each other. "How you been?" I asked as I got another view of that flawless face. I smiled a little to myself as Amelia lightly crossed her shoulders and shrugged. She looked around as she seemed to be in thought.

"I've been fine. Home's kind of boring but it was pretty fun. I missed it here though." Amelia explained as she sat back down in her seat. We both looked over at Jojo who was now concentrated on her swords. Jojo had twin blades that where an interesting blend of Greek and Japanese. Her mother was Japanese so Jojo grew up with the two different cultures. With her step father there's even more added to the mix. I watched as Jojo, I paid no mind to the two of us before Amelia started to talk again. "So, what about you?" Amelia asked.

"Nothing much ever happens here off season." I explained simply. "Just some more training with Chiron, the normal mischief with Nala and Derek and missing all of you guys." I went on before looking around. Speaking about Nala and Derek, I probably should go back to the rest of camp to see where everyone was. I looked back at the girls, tilting my head a little. "Come on, let's go back up. Amelia and I aren't supposed to be down here anyway." I suggested and the two exchanged glances. Amelia shrugged and Jojo put down her blades.

"All right, back up we go." Jojo said, clapping her hands together. She quickly got out of her little work space, starting to talk to some of her half siblings as she went on to get out of the forge. I looked over at Amelia who looked back at me. I smiled a little, happy just to see her.

"You know, I missed you." I said, probably pointing out the obvious. I started to follow Jojo before adding, "A lot."

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*New Perspective*

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I always knew I was different but this was not what I expected. I was always the girl with no mom and always did feel a little strange, but it was more than that. Come to find out this little weird goth girl was a half-blood. I thought it was all completely nuts until I stepped foot into camp and I saw all the other kids here. I quickly realized this was real. Everything about this place screamed 'I'm a Greek God's kid!' and then a moment after that I saw him.

He was a gorgeous boy leaned up against a black cabin. His hair was straight and black reaching down to his shoulders. I watched as his pale hand brushed a few strands from his face. He was wearing an orange T-Shirt that read Camp Half-blood across the chest with a pair of black skinny jeans. He seemed to have a sort of choker on but I couldn't make out most of it. Either way, I knew I had to get closer to this boy and fast. So quickly, impersonating an idiot, I walked over to him as I looked around confused. "Um, excuse me, I'm new and I cou-" I started before he cut me off. I looked over into a set of icy blue eyes. He looked me over as I took note of the choker I saw before. It wasn't exactly a choker as much as it was a tighter necklace with colored beads with little decorations on them as he talked.

"I take it your new." He said, his voice smooth. He pushed off the cabin he was at and turned to face me, crossing his arms. I took note of his arms, lightly muscled probably from something they did here at camp. Good, I didn't like huge buff guys who looked like they were on steroids but I did like some muscles. "Welcome to Camp Half-Blood where us mess ups of the Gods come to spend the summers and holidays together. My name is Derek, the only currently living son of Hades and honorary prince of the dead. Now, seeing as your new you should be claimed soon. You would know if you've been claimed." He said, his voice speeding up as he studied me. He seemed almost like he was looking for clues until he stopped at my eyes. He paused for a moment, examining my eyes. I was used to that. My eyes were…well…purple. People always guessed I had contacts but, right now I was speaking to a boy who shouldn't exist so maybe he found something strange with it. "Do you have contacts?" He asked, pointing to his eye as he spoke. I shook my head.

"My eyes a naturally purple." I said simply, tilting my head a little to the left. I felt my shoulder length hair brush up against my neck. I raised my eyebrows slightly. "Why? Something special about that here?" I asked, moving my head up straight. Derek said nothing, rubbing his chin before grinning a little with a laugh.

"I can't wait to see your face when you're claimed." He said quietly, chuckling to himself. He crossed his arms again. "I like you…what's your name?" He asked, his face molding into confusion. I instantly felt stupid, realizing I didn't share my name. I gave a weak smile before rubbing my arm and readjusting my backpack over my shoulders.

"My names Abby." I told him as some multicolored strands of my hair fell into my face. I pulled the hot pink and cyan strands out of my eyes as I gave a light smile. If every boy looked like Derek at this place, I could really get used to things here.

"I like you, Abby. Let me show you around." Derek said, turning himself around. He started walking off and I quickly followed. He looked back at me as I looked at him. He laughed, pointing off into the distance. "Look around." He said. "I mean look at this place. You can't tell me you've seen a place like this. You have to be at least a little curious." He went on. I looked off, around the camp and the cabins. They all looked different as if they where modeled after the Greek gods. They probably were but that was beside the point. "After this guy, Percy Jackson, came a long a load of cabins were added for the minor gods. There used to be less but, lots of things have been changing." He started to explain as I saw a group of people coming out of a cabin that almost looked like a trailer labeled number nine. The lead was a boy, tall and probably the same age as Derek with a bright smile and blonde hair. He was in jeans and a white t-shirt. He looked like the hero sort, like he had been trained throughout his life here. He looked behind him to a bleach blonde girl who was laughing at something he said. She did not look like my type of person. Behind the two of them came a pale skinned girl with black, straight hair in a black wife beater with a pair of torn up skinny jeans and combat boots. She put her hands on their shoulders, saying something before noticing Derek. She smiled and waved before going over to him, followed by the other two.

"Hey, Derek!" She said, quickly hugging him before letting go and tucking some hair behind her ear. "How have you been?" She asked before the blonde pushed in and hugged Derek to.

"Derek!" She said happily before letting go and stepping back. Derek laughed as the noticed me. All three examined me for a moment as the blonde tilted her head. She smiled lightly and held out her hand. "Hi, I'm Amelia, daughter of Aphrodite." She said. I shook her hand and Amelia went on. She pointed to the blonde boy. "This is Zerc, son of Zeus." And Zerc waved at me, also smiling. Last Amelia pointed to the girl with black hair and opened her mouth to speak before the other girl interrupted.

"Jojo, daughter of Hephaestus." She said, introducing herself and shaking my hand. "Now, you have contacts or what?" She asked. I laughed a little and shook my head.

"I just told Derek, my eyes are naturally purple believe it or not." I told them, shrugging my shoulders. "I'm Abby. I was getting Derek to show me around." I explained as Zerc smiled a little.

"Welcome to camp, Abby." He said. "You're going to love it here."

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