A/N: OK! So I'll explain. This is kind of like an alternate version of the Heroes of Olympus. Basically, The Lost Hero doesn't exist and the books ended at The Last Olympian. Oh, and Camp actually released the stories as ways to attract demigods. So, hope that helps, if not then PM me. So, here's my story!
Children of Olympus
Book One
"Daughter of Three Goddesses"
Written by: "Huntress of the Sea"
Arthemia: Running Away
I awoke at the stroke of midnight. Rising from my bed fully dressed, I crept downstairs. Running to the front hall closets I grabbed a knapsack, and my side school bag. I snuck back into my second room and sat down at the desk. Opening my side bag I slipped my laptop, IPod, and power cords inside. I then slid into my bedroom.
I sighed at my room, its simplicity, its shelves filled with row upon row of books. My hunting bow and quiver full of arrows hung on the wall above my headboard. The forest theme of the walls and ceiling, even my bedspread. The small wood fireplace at the far corner. Perfect, simply perfect in every way.
I walked over to my selves and stopped in front of the one that held my favourite books. The one that held all the Percy Jackson and the Olympian books. In a way I wish I hadn't read them. You know the warning in The Lightning Thief? Sadly, I didn't listen, and now my life was more strange than normal. The animals in the forest near my home were wilder now. And I had grown more distant from my father.
Pulling open my side bag, I slipped all five books inside. I snapped my bag shut and secured it. Turning around I stepped up on my bed. I carefully took my bow and quiver down and slung them over my back. Climbing carefully back down, I took one last look around my room. I walked back over to my bookshelf and with a black Sharpe, wrote the names of the books I had removed in their corresponding places.
Before leaving my room, I stuffed extra pillows into my bed to make it look like I was sleeping. That would delay my father for longer. I exited, closing the door quietly behind me. I tip-toed down the hall, pausing before the door to my father's room. Peering in, I saw him fast asleep. The moonlight illuminating him. His light brown hair, tan skin, his warm brown eyes closed that made it look like he was either smiling or angry. So much unlike me.
I had deep auburn hair that fell down to my elbows; with a light brown streak down the left of my face and a honey-blond one down the right side. My eyes were two different colours. My right one switched with my moods between stormy grey and cold silver – like the winter moon. The other was a burning yellow, like a low fire. I was a strange ten-year-old girl. I had never been to a school. I had lived my whole life in a mansion on a country property that was surrounded by miles of forest. I was nothing like my father.
A single tear trickled down my face as I turned away from him. I fled silently down the hall and dashed down the stairs. I passed briefly in the kitchen to stuff my knapsack with food. All non-perishable things of course. I then went to the side door of the house. I pulled one my old worn running shoes, and added a second larger pair I had gotten from the Salvation Army into the knapsack.
Opening the door, I stepped in the humid summer night air of June. Sprinting across the wild lawn I headed straight towards the forest. Returning to nature, just what I've always wanted. At the edge of the woods, I paused to look back at what now was my former home. Tall, marble, fancy, so many words to describe that house.
I slipped into the forest, the shadows folding around me. I walked in deeper and deeper. This was where I felt most at home. Here I was, ten years old, running away to live in the wild. My father always told me I was smart for my age, that I was braver and more intelligent than most. Now I had finally done what I had always wished for. Now I was going to live my life in solitude, now my life was totally in my control. I vanished further into the endless woods.