A/N : Basically, whatever happened in the PJO series still takes place. Only difference is Percy is now a girl. Of Course there are a few changes - regarding her friend circle and love life, but you'll have to read to find out!
Chapter 1
It was an unusually bright day. An eerily silent spring breeze was blowing through the empty roads of San Francisco. Any local passersby would have rejoiced at the thought of a quiet day instead of listening to the sound of the usually bustling streets. And to their hard luck, they were to be severely disappointed.
A sudden and loud sound of shattering glass could be heard not too far from the nearest highway. It came from none other than the local Rockridge Market Hall. Nearby residents would have blamed it on some blasted kids tarnishing the peace of an early morning. Though if spectators looked closely, they notice one particular blasted kid who was indeed the cause of this mayhem. The answer to their problems was a young girl of about 16 being chased by two old ladies – probably those who were working at the said location.
The girl in question was a demigod – a fact that remained unknown to the unsettled population of the area, the very reason she wasn't to be blamed for the above mentioned uproar.
Upon closer inspection, the girl of 5'9 with questionable sea-green eyes, was wearing a tattered and mud-filled orange t-shirt with a faded print, too faded to be made out and a pair of classic skinny yet muddy denim blue jeans. In her right hand she held a 3-foot long celestial bronze sword with a small Greek inscription – Anaklusmos or 'Riptide' – at its hilt. While running from what appeared to be two demented ladies, her wavy raven hair made it a point to get into her eyes every few minutes. The way the sun fell on her face, some would say she looked like a goddess.
She was severely annoyed. Why wouldn't they just die?! She tried to kill them a few days ago when she ran them over with a police are, just yesterday when she sliced their heads in Tilden Park and even today's failed attempt- killing them with some bowling balls near Rockridge Market Hall. But the fates weren't with her – and some gut feeling told her that they never were- today.
It had been three days since she last slept and four since she had a close-to-proper meal. Since then, she had been living off some stale sandwiches and chips she had scrounged up. Running all day and all night, trying to find a sanctuary or anything close to it for people like her – half bloods , the kids of some ancient Roman gods– she recalled.
She was running from the two creatures which appeared as innocent ladies to bystanders called..called..well she couldn't remember exactly. She couldn't remember anything at all - except for 2 names – Thalia Grace and Annabeth Chase. But that sole memory too, was exceedingly dim. Focus, focus Percy! she mentally said. Where can you go? She remembered what the wolf Lupa had said - Trust your instincts, young cub. Well those supposed instincts got her to a clearing. If she wasn't trying to run from some hideous monsters, she would have gaped at the view!
To her left, golden hills rolled inland, dotted with lakes, woods, and a few herds of cows. To her right, the flatlands of Berkeley and Oakland marched west—a vast checkerboard of neighborhoods, with several million people who probably did not want their morning interrupted by two monsters and a filthy demigod. Farther west, San Francisco Bay glittered under a silvery haze. Past that, a wall of fog had swallowed most of San Francisco, leaving just the tops of skyscrapers and the towers of the Golden Gate Bridge.
A feeling told her that she had been here before. The city had some connection to both Annabeth and Thalia, this much she could muster. Should she try to cross the bay? It was tempting. She could feel the power of the ocean just over the horizon. Water always revived her. Salt water was the best. She'd discovered that two days ago when she had strangled a sea monster in the Carquinez Strait. If she could reach the bay, she might be able to make a last stand against those..yes, those gorgons..that's it! Maybe she could even drown them. But the shore was at least two miles away. She'd have to cross an entire city.
She hesitated. The reason for this was simply because of what Lupa had told her – Go South! It was then that she finally heard them behind her – the gorgons.
They told her that they could smell her anywhere, the reason they would catch up with her. In the beginning she felt that comment was awfully rude – why would anyone say that she stinks? Well, later on she realized…
She knew that the cliff she was presently on was above a tunnel- her very destination. But there was no way down and the gorgons were closing in fast. She slung off his backpack full of supplies at the Napa Bargain Mart [a recent pittstop] : a portable GPS, duct tape, lighter, superglue, water bottle, camping roll and a Swiss army knife—pretty much every tool a modern demigod could want in this particular situation. But she had nothing that would serve as a parachute or a sled – the only way, she decided, she could get of this cliff. That left her with two options: jump eighty feet to her death, or stand and fight. Both options sounded pretty bad.
She remembered how she ended up here. She'd woken up with her sword her first night at the Wolf House—two months ago? More? She'd lost track. She'd found herself in the courtyard of a burned-out mansion in the middle of the woods, wearing shorts, an orange T-shirt, and a leather necklace with a bunch of strange clay beads –the same ones presently in her pocket. Percy had had no idea who she was or how she'd gotten there. Barefoot, freezing, and confused, the wolves came. .and the rest as they say was history.
She had already learned from her past experiences that these guys didn't die. That left her with one choice – down the hill she goes! Suddenly, a voice brought her back to the world at present. "You've led us quite a chase, Percy Jackson," The gorgon called Euryale said. "But now you're trapped, and we'll have our revenge!"
"Revenge for what?" I asked stepping back. A couple of inches and poof – I'd be reaching my destination the hard way. "For killing our sister,dear. I'm sure you remember her – Medusa." The reply came almost immediately.
"Look, ladies, we've been over this. I don't even remember killing Medusa. I don't remember anything! Just let me go!"
Stheno, the other gorgon, gave her sister a pouty look, which was hard to do with giant bronze tusks. "Can we?"
"No!" Euryale's red eyes bored into Percy. "I don't care what you remember, daughter of the sea god. I can smell Medusa'sblood on you. It's faint, yes, several years old, but you were the last one to defeat her. She still has not returned from Tartarus. It's your fault!"
That's it! I don't have time for this! Percy put her bag behind her butt, said a silent prayer to whatever Roman god oversaw stupid sledding tricks, and jumped off the side of the hill.