The Unwanted Daughter
A Percy Jackson and the Olympians Fanfic (I don't own Percy Jackson, everyone knows Annabeth Chase does)
Summary: A girl tries to seek out the reason for her existence, and finds a whole lot more.
"Hey Honey! How was school?" I cringed at my father's upbeat voice. What was the best way to tell your father you were expelled?
"School? School was great! So great, in fact, that I don't have to go back tomorrow!"
I watched in guilt as my father's eyebrows cringed together. Normally, I would start to feel upset, but i was in a very iratable mood, and he just made me furious. I know, I promised him that I would keep out of trouble and try to be like the other kids, but trouble seemed to find me. When I was just six, rats swarmed into the classroom of my preschool and bit everyone viciously except me. Back then, my dad could argue that it was just a coincidence. But as I grew older and more occurrences happened with the help of snakes, eagles and even a crocodile, schools did not hesitate to kick me out. I had no idea why they hated me so much. All I had was a passion for animals, and they seemed to like me too, so why does everyone have a problem with that?
"What was it this time?"
I sighed. "A wolf, dad. A white one. It was beautiful. But the exterminators put it down."
It was his turn to sigh, knitting his eyebrows further together. "You've got to stop doing this."
That pushed me over the edge, and I slammed my bag down on the floor. "Do you think I want this to happen dad?!" I screamed, vaguely recognising the hysteria rising in my voice. "I don't! And every time they come to me, they're always put down. Do you know how that feels dad? Do you? Watching INNOCENT animals drop dead at your feet?"
My father looked at me with sad eyes. "I know, baby girl..."
I glared back at him. "No you DON'T know, you've never been there seeing them die, hearing them beg, and knowing that it was your fault! All you have to do is be the disappointed parent! I'm tired of this cycle dad! There must be more to life!" He reached out his hand to caress my cheek, but I slapped it away. "Just leave me alone." I stormed into my room and slammed the door audibly, hoping that my father got the hint. He did.
That night, I waited for the snoring to reach my room before I got out my backpack. I stroked it sadly. It was a gift from mom, a beautiful black backpack that I carried everywhere, to school, to the park, to the mall. I quickly emptied it of its textbooks and packed in the things I needed. What my dad didn't know was that for a long time, I wondered why I was different from the rest and longed to find my reason for existence. And I had been packing for it. Shovelling my choice of clothes, pre-packed ready-to-eat food and camping bag into my backpack, I was all set. I quickly swiped the stack of fifty-dollar notes that I have been saving. Taking one long look at the comfortable bed I was going to miss, I exited the house.
"So... what's a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?" Just my luck. Just 5 minutes from leaving and I had to meet this sleazy, drunken man. "I'm just on my way." I said then quickly tried dodging around him. He stopped me with an arm. "Hey little girl, don't worry. I won't hurt you. Much." He smiled and the moonlight glinted off his long, sharp incisors. I started, stunned as the teeth seemed to grow longer, and the filthy man morphed into a slick, dark figure that repelled a strong aura. "A... A vampire!" I exclaimed, terrified. He smiled wider. "My dear child, I am a Mormo, punisher of naughty little children. So now, DIE!" He yelled as he launched at me, fangs bared. I scrambled frantically away from him, hoping for something, anything that could help me ward him off. I spotted a pair of eyes looking at me quizzically through the shadows, although they were rather large, they were still that of an animal's. Please, I silently begged, trying to send signals to the animal, please help me.
When the animal burst out of the bushes, I was stunned. It was a boy. His eyes glinted with rage as he charged the Mormo. Then I noticed his bottom half. From the waist down, his legs were covered with shaggy brown hair. I thought back to the greek mythology I had learnt in class and remembered the name. Satyr. I refocused on the battle and saw the satyr struggling to hold down the monster. Grabbing a rock about the size of my fist, I lobbed it at the monster. I know what you're thinking, the satyr and Mormo were struggling in battle, how could I have done something as irresponsible as that? What if I hit the satyr? Well, I've always had impeccable aim. The rock found its mark and the Mormo was taken down. The satyr quickly stabbed the monster with a knife that looked like an alloy between copper, bronze and gold. The monster immediately burst into dust that scattered in the air. The satyr then trotted over to me. "You okay?" he asked, concerned. I smiled weakly at him. "Yeah, I've been attacked by a drunken Mormo, found out that vampires exist and that I can talk to goats. I'm okay." He looked hurt at the last comment, so I punched him playfully on the soldier to show him that I was just kidding. He smiled at me, then grabbed my wrists and pulled me up. "Where are we going?" I asked, confused.
He looked at me, then muttered three words. "Camp Half-Blood."
