Hello there! What do I say... I guess I don't really have any notes to include. The universal disclaimer is on my profile, I think. Sorry in advance for any OOC behaviours.

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Isabella

In past years, Hanukkah had always been a time when I would just forget everything going on and purely enjoy her life. But now, the curious thirteen year old couldnt persuade herself to pretend nothing else existed. I had been asking about her father, and as always mom had been very unresponsive. Most kids with divorced parents actually had met both, but I had never even seen dad's face. Heck, I didn't even know his name. My supposed paternal aunt and uncle from Jerusalem never once said his name, and even though he didn't live there they visited. I was pretty sure they still all called mom their "sis".

Still, I didn't think anything else was abnormal with my life until Phineas, kind, creative Phineas, accidentally destroyed the park.

Well, not really. It wasn't directly him, but... let me start from the beginning. We were walking home together, along with Phineas's stepbrother Ferb, after a particularly... colourful day at school. Right off the bat I had had a feeling it'd be a bad day, and oh, how right I was. Buford and Baljeet were actually in a genuine argument, and they had given their drama/language/social studies teacher such a headache she had to go home for the day and the subsitute refused to enter. I didn't blame either of them, nor did I know beforehand the very interesting fact I had witnessed in science class: Baljeet's screaming could, in fact, break glass.

"Well, that was certainly an interesting day... What is it, Ferb?" Phineas looked at the green-haired boy walking ahead of us as he gestured to the bushes outlining the park.

"I can hear someone walking in the bushes." Ferb stated. I listened closely, and I heard it too. There was someone actually inside the hedge, and they weren't that careful to hide their prescence— their shoes were crunching against the patches of snow that had wheedled into the bushes, and every now and then a twig cracked.

"So? It's a park, of course someone's in it... Though, it's a bit weird to be in that park right now, seeing as it's mostly sandbox and useless in winter..." Phineas looked pensive.

"No, Phineas, actually in the bushes." I explained. Ferb nodded.

"Could be a squir—" Phineas's reply was cut off by a roar, and some choice words from whoever was in the bushes. I turned in the direction of the roar— not a wise choice now that I look back on it, but I had no idea it could actually be something dangerous at the time— and saw a dragon. Yes, an actual dragon. In real life. Of course my first reaction was to pinch myself, just to be sure.

"What the..." Phineas voiced my thoughts, and Ferb's too by my guess.

"Run?" Ferb asked, cool and collected as always. Phineas and I both nodded, and we sprinted into the park.

For a fairly large suburban park, the one by our school was pretty sparse. Just one tall climbing structure, one slide, and a sandbox about the size of a baseball diamond. But it was the only place with a large number of trees anywhere nearby, as between the bushes and the grove of trees it had a small forest's worth of foliage. Or would've, except for it being winter, which made everything much less green and leafy.

Now comes the part where Phineas destroyed the park. You see, after about three seconds of running from the dragon and trying to hide, I noticed that it only seemed to chase Phineas. Unfortunately, he seemed to notice as well, and climbed up the play structure to lure the dragon. I didn't actually see what happened, but the next thing I knew Phineas was flying towards me, and both the climbing tower and the slide were reduced to a pile of rubble around the dragon.

I caught Phineas with a little help from Ferb, and the second we put him down someone ran over to us. It took me a second to recognize him, but I think that's understandable considering he didn't usually have furry goat legs and hooves. It was Theodore Hawthorne, who we had a shared gym class with.

"Come on, we have to get you guys home, then get to camp." Theo started to dash away and, not really knowing what else to do, we all followed him, and boy were we surprised when a very panicked-looking Linda Flynn-Fletcher told us to "get in the car" and that our things were already packed.

I fell asleep in the car, I think. When I woke up, I was sitting next to Phineas on an airplane. He was asleep, and so were Theo and Ferb who were occupying the two seats in front of us. Everyone else was asleep too, except for this one guy in a hoodie who was standing (despite the seatbelt sign being "ON") and staring out a window. I yawned, still groggy from my nap. He turned towards me, a gentle smile on his face.

"Hello there, Isa. Enjoy your nap?" He asked.

"What's going on? How do you know my name?" I replied. Or, well, not really replied. Too confused to answer him, I asked my own questions.

"You'll find out what's going on later. As to how I know your name... Isa, I'm your father." He answered. I was struck with a strong urge to hug him at first, but it was replaced by anger.

"Why didn't you ever come back? Why wouldn't mom ever even say who you area?!" I shouted. He had the nerve to chuckle; granted, I know why now, but at the time it just made me angrier. "Say something!"

"Look, Isa, sweetie... I just came here to deliver a warning. I can't do much more than that, or you and your friends will get blasted out of the sky." He glared out the window as thunder rumbled, and said a few words in a language I didn't understand (at the time), which I was pretty sure were not quite PG. "Proves my point..." He muttered.

"Well, anyways, here is the warning. There are big things about to happen, and you and your friends are going to play a vital role, even that one guy who got left behind. Oh, and remember Stacy Hirano?" He asked. I nodded: as far as I knew, Stacy had gone to university a year early, and her younger sister Ginger had gone to boarding middle/high-school. "If you choose to seek them, you could be just as important to saving the world as any of the seven. If you choose not to... Well, all bets are off as to whether this world lasts the next year. Oh, and I almost forgot. Once you've seen both camps, and your siblings, you may choose whether you wish to follow your heritage on my side or your mother's." Thunder rumbled, sounding closer, and my dad grimaced. I looked around at all the sleeping passengers, and out the window... I was pretty sure airplanes didn't land by easing into a nosedive.

"Um... Is the pilot also asleep?" I asked nervously, hoping that it turned out I was just joking. But unfortunately, dad's eyes widened and he muttered a few more colourful words, in Spanish this time.

"Yeah... I'll undo the sleep enchantment. Hopefully, I'll see you for your next birthday. Have a nice day, Isa!" He waved cheerfully and disappeared in a puff of smoke. Suddenly, everyone woke up. A panicked announcement over the PA system came on a few seconds later.

"Everyone, we are having a few minor technical difficulties. Please remain calm and enter braced positions as shown in the safety video." The announcer shrieked, and I heard a crash before the announcement shut off. I hadn't seen the video, so I just copied the other people I could see.

"I don't see how nosediving is minor or a technical difficulty!" Theo yelled as it became evident we were heading straight down. I desparately hoped that we'd been at cruising altitude when the pilot fell asleep.

Luckily, we made a miraculous landing in John F. Kennedy airport, and just over an hour later we had gotten our bags and were in a taxi.

After several minutes of awkward silence, Ferb spoke up.

"What in the world is going on?" He asked. Theo took a deep breath.

"Ok, so... You guys know about Greek Myths?" Theo asked. We all nodded. "Well, they're real." All of our jaws dropped, and I'm pretty sure they would have hit the floor if not for the fact that that wouldn't be physically possible with the human anatomy. Gosh, I sound like Baljeet... Well, anyway, Theo continued.

"It's true. You guys must not know one of your parents, right? Well, that parent is a god." Theo paused to let the information sink in. I had already kind of figured out that something was odd about my dad— I mean, how many normal guys can put an entire airliner to sleep and act like it was nothing?— but a god? It was just too weird. That casual, sunny guy in a hoodie and track pants was a god?

"A god who accidentally almost crashes airplanes, apparently." I muttered. Apparently, the others heard that, because they stared at me.

"Isabella, was that your parent's doing?" Theo asked. I shook my head; I had some sort of instinct to wait like dad had told me, and make a choice then. Whatever the choice was, or whenever then was, I had a feeling that I couldn't mention my dad at all until then.

"I don't think so, but come on, it was probably one of ours." I replied. Theo blinked.

"I never expected you to believe me so quickly." He noted.

"Well, as Phineas used to say, the only thing that's impossible is impossibility. So why not believe you?" Ferb smiled. Phineas pointed out the window.

"Uh, guys... Why are we going this way?" He asked. I looked and saw that he had a reason to ask, as we were heading towards a place where there didn't seem to be any more buildings or anything.

"You'll see." Theo asked the confused taxi driver to stop, paid him, and got out. We all followed him, taking our bags. I was still a bit confused as to why our moms had packed suitcases for us, but I decided not to question it. After all, they had never told us about having godly heritage either.

"Here we are: Camp Half-Blood. Chiron will explain things to you, he's much better at it than I am." Theo laughed as he walked through a gate, waving to a dragon curled around a tree as he passed by. Walking in, I noticed that there was what seemed to be a replica Golden Fleece on the tree.

Theo led us to a sky-blue barn. Outside was a man in a wheelchair, talking to two teenagers. The teenagers turned around, one boy and one girl.

"Theo! You're a bit early for the winter session, aren't you?" The boy asked. He had black hair and seafoam green eyes, and he was fairly tall. The girl looked like one of those cheerleader types until you noticed her eyes, which were grey and looked like they had seen too much. She had a little streak of grey in her hair, as well. Both wore orange t-shirts that said "Camp Half-Blood" on them.

"I'm Annabeth Chase, this is my boyfriend Percy Jackson, and that's Chiron. Welcome to Camp Half-Blood." Annabeth smiled warmly at us. Chiron, the man in the wheelchair motioned for us to follow him inside.

"Theo has already told you about your parentage, I trust." Chiron stated. Theo nodded.

"Well, then there really isn't much left to discuss. You may stay in the Hermes cabin until your godly parent claims you." Chiron said.

"It shouldn't be long now. Since last summer, all demigods have to be claimed by the time they're thirteen, which I think is about how old you guys are?" Percy replied. I nodded.

"Alright then! Let me give you a tour of camp." Percy happily marched off, pointing out various places like the Cabins (of which there were something like thirty), the climbing wall, and the forest (which was kind of hard to not already have noticed).

By the time the three of us were going to sleep in the Hermes Cabin, Phineas and Percy seemed to be fast on their way to becoming friends, and the camp already started to feel like home. Little did I know that later that night, wheels of fate were set in motion that would determine the very fate of the world...