So hey guys, this is Megan here and today I present to you a story of a British girl and boy who find themselves in Camp Half Blood. I hope you enjoy it and don't forget to leave a review!

All rights go to Rick Rordan and I own nothing... well except my Oc's

Chapter 1

Well this is just great isn't it? For starters, I get off my "ride", which is actually just a cargo ship I highjacked but thats another story for another time. I'm casually strolling through the autumn woods, not paying attention to the mix of warming colours surrounding me. Now you may think why I am currently in the woods and I shall provide you with an answer; I'm on my way to Long Island, Manhatten. This might sound like a normal run away girl but this is so much more. This is a story of a girl finding her past and bringing it to the harsh reality of the present. A present where I am currently being attacked. Not just by a bird or a wasp but an Empousa; a monster from Greek mythology that shouldn't exist yet does and decided 'Well look at that girl? Why not try and kill her? She definitely seems fit for death.' That was sarcasm by the way. I'm too young to die yet I can guarentee I pass my death date every day... Ooops?

So imagine an 18 year old girl, chocolate brown hair tied in a messy bun, glasses you see stereotypical nerds wear and the softest of brown eyes as innocent as a new born baby. Im wearing a white top and over it a leather jacket and as for my pants? Deep blue jeans which are not convenient at all for fighting. So do you have that picture? Good. Think of that and then put in something so out of place:so wrong. That's how it was seeing the empousa, well at least before it had tried to kill me. I guess I owe you an explanation of what happened next because as much as I want to, I can't keep you waiting with my useless rambling.

The creature stood on two legs except they weren't, well, normal. One of it's legs belonged to a donkey and the other was a prostetic celestial bronze though how it managed to get that on is beyond me; it actually has one leg, the donkey's hind leg in case you were wondering. So my guess is that it wears it for balance, can't go around killing people hopping now can we? The empousa had blood red eyes, so prominent they stood out like rubies against their pale complexion. She had hair that was always on fire, even fangs protruding from the top of her lips but she wouldn't appear this way to others, dear me no; for if she had, there was no possible way she would be alive. You see, to normal humans, people who aren't like me, see a beautiful young lady; she would be wearing clothes that hugged her curves, typically tight dresses and bright red lipstick accomponied by winged black eyeliner and mascara. She would enchant men to love her and then seduce them into a kiss, one that would land them dead as she deprived them of their blood. Very attractive I know.

Explanation over, let me finally tell you what went on. I had heard a hissing and the crunch of footsteps on fallen leaves before drawing my dagger from my boot and whirling around to be faced with a beast no one would dare mess with, unless you're me of course. I barely had time to duck before she swung her untamed talons at me, almost catching my cheek in the process.

"A bit slow are we?" I ducked as she swung again, rolling along the floor not quite as gracefully as one would imagine "Maybe you need some training, work on those moves." I was grinning as I said this, mostly because of the adrenaline which I'd craved for so long.

Fury crossed the empousa's face and once more she swung at me, catching my arm in the process and I felt the pain working its way down to my hands and numbing it.

"Not as slow as you might think fool. Do not make an enemy of me, I will destroy you in a matter of seconds" She smirked in triumph as I gaped at the my arm and she began mentally applauding herself on the achievement but that was its' first mistake. Don't ever let your guard down: especially with me around.

Swinging my uninjured fist, I hit her in the head and heard the satisfying crack of my knuckles connecting with her face. Confusion, rage and then realisation worked its away across her facial features until she fell to the ground with yet another battle lost.

"Night night, have a nice sleep, oh!" I smirked, "You're head might hurt when you wake up. I would suggest you go back to mummy and ask her to fix it for you."

Quickly glancing around, I rubbed my now split knuckles and winced. After checking my hand was okay, I shook my head, pushed my glasses up my nose and sashayed away like a true drama queen until I heard someone sniggering somewhere nearby. Narrowing my eyes, I scoured the area until I found who I was looking for.

"Honestly Luke you could've at helped me, you're about as useful as a chocolate teapot."

My partner looked at me as if I were crazy as he walked out from a nearby bush. He rubbed his nails onto his lether jacket and stared at me. "Help you? Are you mad? Do you know how long it took me to get these nails looking perfect? I had to file them for hours just to get the shape I wanted and then paint them the right shade of blue. Do you even realise the amount of effort that takes? The time?"

I rolled my eyes and looked at my own bitten nails smiling at how girly he sounded, "Well unlike you, some of us actually have things to do with our lives rather than spend them on our flipping nails. Now hurry along, I want to get to camp before sundown and for God sakes give me that bag, you keep looking at it as if its evil or something!"

Luke put his hand over his heart and horror flashed across his face, "I will not wear something so cheap even if it has our tent in it. It doesnt even go with my outfit! I dont go and buy brown chinos and a Calvin Klein top for something not to go"he complained, "Get me something like Gucci or Prada and then we'll talk."

Laughing at his childish antics, I hitched the bag up my shoulder and pointed towards the smoke in the air, "This is where we need to be, now come on, my feet are hurting."

"Whatever keeps you happy" he grumbled. He turned to look at me and noticed my arm and hand. "Hey are you okay? You arm's kinda... Limp. "Took you a while huh? She just caught my arm. I'm fine. Really."

Luke held my arm and I yelped as we came to a stop. He turned it until he saw the large gash extending from my shoulder to elbow.

"You my friend are most certainly not fine. Have you seen that gash? I'm surprised it hasn't stained that top of yours. Would look awful wouldn't it?" He caught my glare I shot him and shrank back a little bit. "Quit it with the glare little miss. Its scary! Anyway there should be some bandages in the bag and some alcahol too."

Swinging the bag off my shoulder, I pulled out the cloth and a bottle of vodka? "Why did you bring this?" I pulled out some tissue when he replied.

"There are many long nights now pass it here, lets get you cleaned up."

Luke grabbed the vodka and took a swig before puring it on my arm. I hissed in pain but he paid no attention to me and cleaned up the wound with muliple tissues and finished it off by wrapping it up with a bandage.

"There we go. That should be done and keep to wound from infection for a while. I'll have to rebandage at some point if we dont get to camp soon." He looked so serious for a second when he spotted a splash of blood on his white top.

"Oh for Gods sakes really! This was so expensive!" He whined pulling at his top. Luke sighed loudly before putting the bag on his shoulers. "We do not speak of this this monstosity on my shoulders. Capiche?"

"Capiche" I rpelied smiling. Maybe he could be useful...

I was humming to myself when I had the oddest realisation; I had gone from London to New York in two days, no money or support apart from that goofball Luke. Sometimes I amaze myself with these tiny accomplishments like actually being able to pay the bills on time or preparing a fancy meal. Thinking about it, these were big accomplishments for someone of my upbringing or lack there of. Stuck in my mind, I hadn't realised we had reached camp boarders until I bumped into one of the many Greek marble colums.

"Damn" I cursed, rubbing my head "Honestly the amount of times i've seen pictures of this place you would think I would at least be able to walk without being clumsy."

"Hey Kristen? Are you sure we're in the right place?" Luke looked at me with an accusing glare and raised an eyebrow. "I don't want to get lost again. It took me hours getting the mud stains out of my top. It was my best pink one too!"

"Yes I'm sure." I replied. "No need to doubt me, I'm sure this time, and by the way, never wear your best clothes around me, they're either gonna get ruined or dirty. Simply as that."

I could feel my heart thumping in my chest as I took a deep breath. I was finally going to meet my brother. The ones my parents went away and had without me. The child they left me for.

"Why the sour face? It looks like you've just eaten a lemon."

"Huh? What? Nothing. I'm fine. Lets go shall we?"

So this was it and I hope you enjoyed it! Just a little warning my updates will probably be slow, like once every two weeks but thats because of school and I do a lot of sporting activities and also because this takes a lot of time to write. Thanks for checking this out and I hope to see you again soon!