AN: Hey guys. This is my first fanfic and I hope you like this little plot bunny that turned into a major story. Any who, Percy mind doing the disclaimer?
Percy: Alfemorphia does not own PJO, OoH or HP. The only thing she does own is her OCs and the plot. She doesn't even own the Nordic mythology she uses to make this story.
Prologue
Avi Carlsdaughter was never interested in mythology. Greco-Roman or Egyptian. In other words, she was never interested in her life. Her life was centered around mythology. However, not in the way you'd expect.
Avi is a seven year old that has olive skin, fiery red hair that is untamed and shoulder length, and piercing violet eyes. She is 3' 2'' and has an agile structure. Not the typical structure of a city girl.
One day, when Avi was playing at the park, a deafening roar shook the city. A giant, hairy, coppery cat bounded out of nowhere growling at her. She stood frozen in fear as the beady black eyes seemed to burn though her. Just then a strange but sweet sound played from a flute a man with hair hind quarters was holding to his mouth. Once the cat ran the man came over to her.
"Are you alright?" he asked. She stared at him then passed out.
AN: Ha! Cliffhanger! Cyber cookies to whoever can guess what the "cat" was and who the "man with hairy hind quarters" is.