Welcome back PJO Fans! A little about the story, it's told through the flash backs of Avril Ann Mackenzy as she's lying on her death bed during the last battle between All demigods and Gaea. Flashbacks will be in normal text, Acctual time will be in italics.

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DEMIGOD

CHAPTER 1: New Beginings

I couldn't move, I simpily had no energy left. Is it wrong to give up on a life that's no longer worth living? Much like the blood running from the cold of my body onto the warm floor, my life runs out of me.
I remember the years i spent at camp Halfblood. The struggle that was slowly killing me. Pretending to be some one else was exausting. I was ready to rest. But i hear people screaming, yelling, crying. They've found me.

My soul is trying to leave my body. Leave this pain. But it is traped. some man i cannot see, keeps it inside this dying machine called a body. Why can't he see this will let me go find peace? Does he not understand that is what I want? Another man keeps splashing my farhead with cool water. Does he not understand that my body is cold enough and no matter what he does, I will not open my eyes? A third man jolts my heart repetitivly with eletricity. He suceeds where the others have not, my heart slowly starts to beat again.

And my mind pulls out a cardboard box filled of casset tape memories. The first is selected, and put into the tape player.

A blonde girl was standing on the edge of a clif. She was lost, and had tears running down her face. She was short, a few pounds above advradge. Her blond hair looked like she had pulled it into a pony tail, and cut it off. She was starting to develop, placing her around thirteen years old.

Annabeth had never seen something so heart wrenching, and suprisingly beautiful.

Annabeth sat down next to the girl, they where both lost. Annabeth had been on the run since she was five. That was eight years ago.

"I know why the monsters chase you." Annabeth spoke bluntly, not knowing how to start.

The girl moved her hand to whipe some tears away. Her wrist was home to many scars. Some old, some scabbed over, some still bleeding.

"I know, they're after me because I'm an abomination, wasn't suposed to happen. Because I'm insane, fat an ugly. Trust me I've heard it all before, so do your worst. I'm too insults from the edge. Lets see how fast it takes for me to jump." She stood up, her chopy hair matched her loud punk-rock jeans, motorcycle boots, and Pink and Black Batman T-Shirt.

Annabeth smiled trying to show that she wasn't an enemy. "No, you're special. You can do things most people can't, and the world calls you crazy for it." The girl's blue eyes rimmned with black liner glittred with curiosity. She didn't move.

"You're talents might scare people so they think you're demented. It doesn't mean you are."

Her eyes filled with tears of disbeief, but she said nothing, and took a small step towards the edge.

"I come from a camp filled with people like us. We've all been raised in one parent homes, most of us abused, or neglected. You might be dyslexic, and have trouble reading."

At first she went to takeback her small half step, but at the last part she shook her head and took another small step. "No. I'm known for reading, writing and singing. Dyslxia isn't part of me."

"Okay",Annabeth momentarily drew a blank, "But, I bet you've been kicked out of schools before. And, you only have to hear or see something once to quote it."

She took a full step back and nodded her head. "'It's like a movie playing in my head, don't wanna look because I know how it ends.' Don't Wake me, by Skillet."

"You're not human. And you're smart, you've known it too for a long could be happy, come back to camp Halfblood with me." Annabeth bit her lip, she had pushed farther that she had wanted.

Annabeth stood up as the girl walked away from the edge.

My name is Avril Ann Mackenzy, And I'm from New Jersey. Specificly, Ocean City. And, for some hellish reason, I believe you. I'll go with you, if you tell me what the other half is. I'm assuming the first is human."

Annabeth had smiled at the girl. "Well, Avril my name's Annabeth. And we're Demigods. Specificly Greek."

Avril fell onto her knees, weeping and laughing as loud as she could've. After all the hurt she had been through, all the imperfections she did her best to hide, meant knothing. She was a daughter of a god. As horrid and insegnifiacnt she was, she wasn't a toxin. She was something rare, like an artifact in the story she wanted to write.

Avril looked around her, face going pale as she realized what she was about to do. With terrror filled eyes she looked down at her wrists, feeling them wetten. Someof the scars had been ripped open when she dropped down.

She froze, 'I'm going to die anyway', She thought.

Avril stood up, this had happned to her before. "We should probobly get going." Her voice was icy.

Annabeth nodded, "There are healers at Camp. If we get there before nightfall, you can get that cleaned up. No scars too."

Avril talked as she walked, "I'd rather keep the scars. They show that I've lived past what ever caused them."

Annabeth wanted to ask her, if she hadn't cased them herself, but she let it go.

They ended up breaking into a sprint when a man started fallowing them for a short time period. He had pobobly given up, but they didn't stop running.

When they got to Camp Halfblood, Avril blacked out.

AND THAT'S A WRAP! Chapter one, R&R Or face the concequences!