I was just lying in bed at about 2 AM when I had this idea. Please leave a comment on whether you think I should continue or not; I have about 2 more chapters ready, but I don't know if I'll finish it yet.
Time/ Setting: This occurs after Child of Athena (although I haven't read that yet XP) but Percy still has the curse of Achilles. The two camps are allies, and whenever a demigod of the other culture ends up at the wrong camp (which has started occurring more often, but I mean a Roman demigod at Camp Half-blood or vice versa) they can get them claimed and sent to the other camp. They also help each other out in wars.
ALSO: This story will be in 'Third person limited' for POVs. AKA there are different POVs but the difference is that you only get to know that person's emotions while still being in thrid person. Thought you might like to know.
Merida's eyes snapped open. She sat up quickly, rubbing her head from a sudden headache. She was in a forest, the tree towering above her like she had never seen before. The ones back home where much shorter than these, and that made her eyes widen in surprise.
Where was she? She was wearing her normal dress, her quiver with all her arrows was strapped to her waist and her bow was slung over her shoulder. She took her bow in hand and prepared an arrow. She wanted to be armed for whatever this place had to throw at her.
Hearing a sound, she whipped towards it, pulling the arrow to her cheek. Narrowed blue eyes scanned the scenery in front of her.
"Now, now, is that really any way to greet an old friend?" An old woman cooed from behind Merida. Merida turned around, slower this time, and spotted the crinkled lady.
"The witch." She gasped, and put her arrow away. She and the witch had repaired the anger Merida had towards the spell caster over a few months, and now Merida respects her more than most people. They have an interesting kind of respected friendship.
"Is that really my name?" The witch clucked her tongue and continued, "I would like to have a name, not just a title."
"Well, as far as I know, you have no name." Merida replied, shrugging. "What do you want me to call you?"
The witch smiled, sharing a look with her crow. "Call me Hecate, deary."
"Alright then, Hecate, where am I? And don't try to fool me here, I know that I'm not at home."
"You, dear Merida, are in 21st century California, currently in a redwood forest. You are needed here for a quest with half-bloods. I will bring you into their camp borders, but first, there is much that you have to learn." Hecate said, and her crow nodded vigorously in agreement.
Merida took a deep breath. "Alright. I'm as ready as I'll ever be." She opened her eyes, nodding at the witch. "Let's get started."