Skyrim belongs to Bethesda, and Percy Jackson to Rick Riordan.


I stared at the plains in front of me. One second I'm with my Mom touring some ancient ruins, laughing to myself at some of the myths, and the next I'm standing in mountain pass with only two safe ways out- forward or backwards.

Oh excuse me. I haven't introduced myself. My fault. My name is Neathra and I'm a demigod daughter of the Greek God Apollo. What that means is that while my Mom is a mortal, my father isn't; he is as I said before the Greek god Apollo. Because of my half divine nature, I have certain privileges as well as certain challenges. For example I'm an excellent archer as well as being able to attack with solar energy. However I have ADHD, dyslexia, and I should be wearing glasses for nearsightedness. Also during the summer I go to a special camp called Camp Half-Blood, where demigods can practice our abilities and fighting skills, as well as being safe from monsters who want to kill and eat us demigods.

My father generally has golden blonde hair and sky blue eyes. He can look however he wants, but that's how he generally looks when I get to see him. Which isn't that often as gods and goddesses tend to be really busy and don't have a lot of time to hang out with their kids. I have seen him more times than some of my half siblings thou, I've seen Father maybe three times. Most haven't ever met him at all. Naturally I get my archery talent, and solar energy control from Father. I also get my ADHD or battle reflexes, and dyslexia or my brain wanting to read Ancient Greek from him as well.

My Mom on the other hand didn't give me any powers or problems, and is as good of a mother as she can be. We fight and argue sometimes. However we always manage to talk it out and understand what set off the fight in the end.

Mom at least physically is the total opposite of Father. Brunet instead of blonde, Hazel eyes instead of blue, and pale skin instead of tan. From my Father I get my powers. From Mom I get my looks.

I'm barely five feet tall, with rebellious mud brown hair and mud brown eyes splattered with acid green. My skin refuses to tan. In fact it seems to delight in burning, something that has earned me sniggers from my siblings. After all, the Sun Gods daughter not being able to get a tan. Ha Ha. Well I'll be laughing at them when they get skin cancer, and I don't because I'm constantly covered in sunblock and they are constantly getting hit by UV rays.

Alright perhaps my hatred of my appearance isn't because I look bad but because all my siblings are tan blue eyed blonde haired kids. That and some of the other campers are kind of mean about me looking like Mom more then I look like Father.

However back to my current predicament. You know the one where I'm standing in a valley and either need to go forward or backward. Ok first thing I needed to do was get my bearings, so naturally I looked to the sun. Which felt strange. I mean it was familiar but still not like, like, like someone you haven't seen in a long time but you remember their face, or voice but not their name or personality. Which was strange because at home I knew the sun pretty well, but instead of feeling aloft the sun here felt warm and inviting. Huh.

Anyway using the sun as a point, I figured I was facing north. So I decided to head that way. I could also see smoke on the horizon and it was from a fire which probably meant people: so north it was. Once I found civilization I could ask where it was, and get provisions like arrows or food. Speaking of arrows I had a fair amount and if worst came to worst my bow could be used to bludgeon an enemy.

I drew an arrow and then stopped starting at it. Now normally my arrows have a wooden shaft, some sort of feathering at the end and the most important part, a celestial bronze arrow head, this arrow was had a different tip, it was murky green almost like glass. Quickly I checked all the arrows to find that yes, all of my celestial bronze arrows now appeared to be glass arrows. I shook my head. This couldn't stop me moving, I had no food, water or shelter, and couldn't spend time freaking out about my arrows. They should still work as a defense, even if they are glass.

I notched one of the arrows and started north. I was trying to go slow to not catch anything's eye, however being in a hurry to find shelter had me moving much faster than if normally want to go.

"HOWOOOOOOOO"

Hades! That meant wolves. And in all likelihood they weren't mostly friendly like Lady Artemis's wolves. I quickly placed my back up against a rock. They couldn't come from behind me now. Scanning the horizon I saw three shapes headed my way.

Pulling back the bow I let an arrow fly. One wolf down. Drawing a second arrow I aimed at a second wolf and shot. Another accurate shot. Suddenly the third wolf dropped dead.

Carefully incase the wolf hadn't just suffered a heart attack, I moved forward to examine the bodies. Two of them had my arrows, which I then recovered. After all they were still usable even if they were totally gross.

The third wolf was different. I recovered an almost miniature arrow from the body. However this arrow wouldn't or couldn't ever be shot from a bow.

I thought rapidly. What projectile weapon uses a miniature arrow like projectile? I should know this, I studied all types of projectile weapons; slingshots, crossbows, my bow, guns... CROSSBOWS. That was it, and that made the miniature arrow actually a crossbow bolt.

"Turn around slowly. Don't draw your bow." A rough voice said from behind me. Slowly I followed the voices instructions.

A tall man wielding a crossbow stood behind me. He had strange armor on. It was red and looked quilted. He had red hair as well. It was long enough to reach his shoulders and a small piece of it was braided on left side of his face. His skin appeared tan, but it was more of an 'I'm outside a lot' tan then an 'I suntan' tan. He was well muscled, a bit like the Hephaestus kids at camp, and on his belt an axe could be seen hanging.

"Who are you?" He demanded.

"Umm please don't shoot me. My name is Neathra, and I'm lost. I swear."

"You're not a vampire?" He pressed

"It's the middle of the day" I pointed out.

"Vampires can walk in daylight"

"How can I prove I'm not a vampire then?"

"My crossbow has an Anti-vampire enchantment. Maybe if I shot your fo-"

"Can I just touch the thing?"

"Fine. Just stand so I can shot you if you attack." I pricked my finger on the loaded bolt, and it bleed, nothing else. Gunmar side in relief. "We can't be too careful." He lowered the crossbow. "My name is Gunmar. You should come with me. You're a good archer, but a vampire would probably kill you." Relieved I wasn't in any eminent danger of being shot, I accepted his apology and followed him.

Gunmar it turns out, is a vampire hunter. Or more accurately he is the blacksmith for a group of vampire hunters called the Dawnguard. As we walked quickly into through the plans he told me that his family was killed by vampires and he wanted to protect others from that. I told him about my life. (The censored version. No gods.) That my Father was never around and how I was teased for looking like my Mom.

I also managed to get information out him about where I was. I was in a world called Tamriel, in a country called Skyrim. Currently we were in The Rift one of nine holds, that surrounded the land. Riften the capital was known for its Thieves Guild. The Dawnguard resided in Fort Dawnguard which was in Dayspring Canyon.

We arrived at the entrance to the Dayspring Canyon he led on and I followed.

The canyon had a grassy floor and trees littered the ground. I could see animals-mostly bunnies- running around the area.

As we headed to the Fort sounds of combat reached our ears. We turned to look at each other, and then we raced around the bends to see a huge commotion. People wearing the same armor as Gunmar and others wearing black or gray armor where fighting. Miniature Hell Hounds also attacked those who I guessed were the Dawnguard.

Drawing his axe Gunmar charged. Into the fray. I drew my bow and shot at the Hell Hounds and vampires, especially after one made a go at me.

My bow was doing little to no damage even with my natural and trained skill at it. So frustrated, I tried channeling solar energy into my arrows.

Normally I could glow if I really wanted or hit a hellhound with a small burst of heat. This was my first time trying to add my power to a weapon.

The arrow glowed with a soft golden light as I shot it at one of the vampires. It hit him in the left arm, but instead of just shaking it off, he snarled and tried to rip the arrow out of his arm. As he grabbed the arrow it glowed gold and his hand smoked. His eyes shot up, and locking on me I saw a flash of fear cross his face.

"Retreat we need to regroup! The girl is using Auri-El's power!"

With that he along with the other vampires and their hellhounds ran, quickly putting distance between them and the Dawnguard.

Who was Auri-El?