Prologue
(I don't own Percy Jackson, Rick Riordan does, but I do own Vicki, Izzy, and Cody Daniels [who might possibly end up being a nice guy... if I feel like it])
Main part of story set a year after TLO but TLH and SoN never happened
Hi, I'm Victoria Elizabeth Corset and I'm a half blood. All of the monsters and gods that you heard about in English lessons are my reality and I know that you probably think that I'm crazy, but I'm telling you now; THEY ARE REAL! Every last stinkin' one of them! Thunders, Oops sorry. Of course I didn't know this myself until two days before my thirteenth birthday... but maybe I should give you my background before I go into the whole 'attacked by monsters' thing.
My family is what you would call 'broken'. My father was a Navy Officer (hint) but he left my mother before I was born on a 'top secret' mission that he didn't know if he would return from. Amelia Corset, a budding artist fresh out of Art College was left to find an ordinary job in order to earn enough money to pay for me and a few art supplies to work at art on the side. My mother's beautiful blond hair was beginning to get grey streaks and her sparkling blue eyes were tired but she never ceased to make my life fun and lovable, even when I was diagnosed with ADHD and dyslexia.
But then Dad came back. I was about six or seven at the time and was sat painting carefully with my mum's water colours, my tongue sticking out in concentration; when he walked through the door in his navy uniform, a duffle bag over his shoulder. I had smiled and screamed 'DADDY' as I rushed to him, laughing as he picked me up and twirled me. Mum cried a bit as she hugged him and he held us close. He stayed with us for nine months (and for some reason for the majority of that time it was really stormy) before he left again; leaving half of his pay check and a stuffed toy seahorse that he had bought from Australia. But while he was here he got my mother pregnant and a month after he left, Isabella Suzanne was born. I resented my dad for just leaving us like that but I eventually accepted it and moved on.
But then we got a Phone call. A phone call saying that the S.S. Triton, my dad's navy vassal had sank, leaving no survivors. Mum was distraught and her eyes lost their sparkle but she never stopped loving and caring for both me (aged nine) and Izzy (aged three). I know what you're thinking; things can only get better right?
Wrong.
A few months after we received the news of our dad's death, the day after my tenth birthday, we came home after school to find two members of the police, one man and one woman, waiting for us in the living room. 'What's going on?' I had asked, holding Izzy's hand tightly as they sat us down on the sofa and crouched down to our level. 'I'm really sorry to have to tell you this girls,' the man had said as I held my little sister on my lap, 'but you mother was in a car crash earlier this afternoon. I'm afraid she didn't make it; Ms. Foresight and I are here to take you to a care home.'
For a while after that I was numb, holding Izzy close to me as I tried to pull myself together for her sake. They packed two duffle bags with clothes for us and gave us a blue tie-died backpack for personal items. I packed our mother's photo album, her best water colours, the little orange sea horse with the punk necklace and the green Mohawk that dad had given me, Izzy's pack of colouring crayons, a notebook and the soft silk scarf that Izzy used as a blankie. After one last look around the small apartment that had been our home for all of our life, they took us away to our new home.
That was two years ago. Since then I have been looking out for Izzy at the care home we were taken to; I made sure that she wasn't bullied by the other kids, which mostly meant that we stay on our own for most of the time. We sit in our small room and draw together, or she sits on my lap under the big oak tree in the furthest corner of the gardens as I told her stories; usually Greek and Roman mythology as that was one of my favourite topics. I'd help her with her school work and if I needed help with mine I'd take her to the local library and make a trip out of it, treating her to ice-creams afterwards as we sit on a bench in central park. It was little moments like that that made me enjoy my otherwise upsetting life and I looked on everything with a sunny smile.
I wasn't to know that my optimism was short lived.
Ok this is just the start of it :P if you like please continue reading! remember this is my first fanfic so be nice :) Reviews arent necessary but apprieciated! HolySnail out!
