Abigail Parker thought she was a normal girl. She had nice friends, nice school, and good grades. But that was back when she was back when she was twelve. Twelve. Just a number. Twelve months. Twelve days of Christmas. Twelve disciples. Twelve angry men. Twelve. So why twelve? What was so special about the number twelve? First of all, Abigail was twelve when she finally got her first phone. Mistake número uno (AN: That's right. I speak Spanish). Abigail brought that phone with her everywhere. For once she wouldn't be the one that just sits there while everyone uses their phone. She was happy. But not for long. About two months after she got her phone, Abigail started seeing things. Weird things. Things normal people wouldn't see. Dogs that aren't actual dogs. People with weird faces. The works. For a while, Abby thought she was going insane. But that stopped one day. She was at the park. The park near her house. The park most people didn't go to. The old park. Abigail liked it there. A place to think. A place to be alone. A special place. Abigail was sitting on a swing, when she saw someone out of the corner of her eye. He looked like a typical California teen. Which was weird because Abigail lived in North Carolina. The beach boy had bling hair, tan skin, the works. He walked up to her. He gave her a bracelet with a sun charm. Protect this bracelet, He said. Guard it with your life, He said. When the time comes use it, He said. Be safe, Abigail, He said. And with that he walked away. Abigail blinked and he was gone. Gone into the sunset. Abigail looked at the bracelet. The bracelet with the sun charm. The sparkling sun charm. She slipped it onto her wrist. I will protect this, she thought. Protect this with my life.

The next week is when it happened. When Abigail's life changed. She was leaving school. Leaving school while talking to her best friend, Leslie Whitling. Leslie. Leslie was a tannish girl from Florida. She loved to surf. She was a surfer girl. They talked and walked, walked and talked. Then Abigail saw something. She saw something weird. Something no one would believe. A giant hound. Way bigger than a dog. A hellhound, if we want to go into detail. It was stalking towards Abigail and Leslie. Fast. Abigail told Leslie to get back, to run. Leslie didn't understand. She wanted to stay. Besides, it was only a dog. But it wasn't. Abby tried to tell her to run, but the giant dog leaped. It landed on Leslie. Leslie screamed. It was in that moment that Abigail knew. She knew it was time. She pressed the sun charm. For a minute nothing happened. Then she heard something. It sounded like a ringing in her ear. It was loud. The hellhound heard it. It stopped and looked up. It looked behind Abigail. Abigail turned around. There was two twin daggers floating the the air. Abby knew what to do somehow. She grabbed the daggers and ran toward the hound. She quickly started slashing at it until it was a pile of dust. Leslie had passed out. Abigail looked around. Only one person was watching, Sanders Brookley. A quiet kid in her class that she didn't know very well. He walked up to her. He told her to come with him. She did. They walked to the bus stop. They took a bus to New York. They went as far as they could. Finally Sanders got up and told her to follow him. They walked until they got to a clearing in the woods. At first all Abigail saw was trees. But then she concentrated and saw something different. Something wonderful. A camp. Camp Halfblood

Sanders brought her into camp. He brought her to a big house, which Sanders later told her was called the Big House. There was a man there. Except he wasn't really a man. He had the head and torso of a man. But from the waist down he was a horse. A literal horse. His name was Chiron. Chiron told Sanders to bring her to the rec room for the video. The video. Abigail watched the video and learned. She was a daughter of a god or goddess. A Greek god or goddess. She was confused at first. She asked many questions. But she had the main gist of it. Sanders brought her to a place called the Hermes Cabin. Hermes was the Greek god of travelers. She remembered that from the Greek unit at school. She also remembered he was the god of stealing. She makes sure to zip up her pockets. They said she would stay there until she was claimed. It was a bit crowded. But not too bad. The week went by slowly. She met a friend. Her name was Raven. Raven Miller. She was a daughter of Janus. She was the same age of Abigail. Abigail liked having a friend. Raven was definitely something. She had black hair on one side of her head and silverish hair on the other. She had spunk. Abigail liked that. It reminded her of Leslie.

Her third week at camp, Abigail got claimed. Claimed. It was a Wednesday. Abigail liked Wednesday. Abigail was eating dinner. Dinner. Not the most important meal of the day. That was breakfast. She was eating dinner. Raven walked by and scared her. She dropped her fork. She laughed and bent down to pick it up. She grabbed the fork and sat back up. Everything was quiet. Abigail felt tons of eyes on her. She looked up. Sever home was looking at her- or above her. She looked up. They was something above her. A sign of some sorts. That's when Abigail realized. She had been claimed.

Hail, Abigail Parker, Daughter of Apollo, god of healing and music. She heard a voice say. Someone at her table told her to get up and walk to the Apollo table. She got up and started towards the table. She could feel all the eyes following her every move. She sat down across from a tan boy with curly blond hair, and next to a tannish girl with light brown hair. The boy introduces himself as Will Solace. The girl was named Kayla Fischer. At least, that's what Will said. Will was three years older than Abigail. Will was nice. He said he was the cabin counselor. He said he'd do all he could to make Abigail at home. Abigail liked him.

After dinner Abigail went to the Hermes cabin to get her stuff. She then moves to the Apollo cabin. Her bed was next to Will's. Will said Abigail could be his little sister. Abigail liked that. Abigail liked camp. Abigail liked it. Abigail drifted off to sleep.

~Meanwhile somewhere far away~

I will get my revenge. The gods will pay for what they did to me. They haven't seen the last of me. I will return.

Heyyyyy. WriteThisBook223 here! I hope you like this story. It will be OC centric. Like Percy and Annabeth and all them won't really be in the story. It's still not too late to submit OCs. OC summations will be closed when I say so. It'll probably be closed by the end of chapter three. I hope you enjoy the story. The main character will be Abigail but there will be other main characters. Thanks to all the people on QuizUp who helped me with OCs. Also big thanks to my friend Lorelei for wonderful ideas. Thank you again! Bye!