The Prophecy Kids
this is basically a totally different retake on the Percy novels it doesn't have the same story or plot the only thing that's the same is that there are three kids all of whom are kids of the big gods, Zeus, Hades and Poseidon. My version flips between the view points of Mamina, Daughter of Poseidon, and Peter.
Mamina
So here's the deal. Demons are real. They can escape from hell through cracks between worlds; which is why there are Godlings, we fight them.
There are three worlds, the dull human world where demons try to attack you, the great fiery force of hell where said demons originate, and the land I belong to. Where heroes live with the gods and magic is always in the air. Mount Olympus, the Gods world is a peaceful place, its gates are always open for those who have earned it and it hums with joy and love. I am the daughter of Poseidon, God of the seas, brother of Zeus and Hades, the mighty god, who has lived through the storms and the deaths of many creatures. My mother however, died when I was young and I have no recollection of her, neither will my father tell me about her. Godlings would normally live in the human world with their human parent. But my father seemed to feel guilt, as the gods often ignore their children, and so took pity on me and I was brought up on Mount Olympus. I'm only fifteen years-old; yet a rigorous training routine meant that I'm more knowledgeable than Einstein, and have more strength and skill than twenty human men. In spite of this, in the Gods world I was still a puny Godling. Fortunately I was in the human realm; unfortunately there were hellhounds coming after me.
Hellhounds were a Class C demon – the scarier they are, the closer to the start of the alphabet they get. The beasts had no skin so you could see their sinewy flesh flapping as they ran and their blood-red gaze could paralyse you with fear. A sudden gust of wind blew their scent up to me and the smell of them was intolerable, a mix between rotten eggs and a high school gymnasium.
I was getting tired, rapidly and a hound let off a terrible roar as I started to slow. The hellhounds were blood-lapping creatures and once they caught hold of their victim's scent they rarely let them go. At that moment I was that victim, at least I was prepared and knew how to fight them, don't, run away... as quickly as godlingly possible. I pointed magic to my legs and forced my muscles to work so that I could get away, alive. I gulped down air as I looked over my shoulder, praying to the gods there were no creatures following me. Regrettably I was so busy looking behind me I hadn't seen what was in front of me.
I slammed into something hard, slimy and malevolent (something scarier than a dog made out of muscle with blood red eyes) a foot I realised. I scurried back and looked at the beast. As hellhounds whimpered and turned tail. It was massive, at least half the size of the loch-ness monster (which was really an a thousand year old water dragon, but hey, who knew) it was the most terrifying thing I had ever seen! Its claws were about the same size as a three-seater sofa, and I knew if I got near them, I'd be decapitated within a second. My eyes were drawn towards the demons face. It had several rows of bright-red-blood-stained-teeth. Its face had been twisted and mangled so often that its one remaining ear dangled off his chin - or was it his forehead? The monstrous beast's seven eyes glowed, a putrid yellow colour as its blood ran out of its pores, which stained its skin a deep purple as it aged. It growled at me in a dead language that I recognised as Atlantic the language of Olympus, but something in me would not translate it. However my dear dad had told me that demons hated it when you insulted their maker or mother so naturally I said "Yo mamma's so drunk even the gods couldn't lift her spirits". Let me tell you, when you anger a 500-ish year-old, (I could tell by his half purple skin) seven eyed, demon with a mangled face and "big" claws that your seriously scared of and is supposedly "well hard", the last thing you expect it to do is laugh.
The ground shook as its feet pummelled the earth with joy. Weird, I thought, why would it laugh, but soon I got my answer. The beast stopped bouncing with joy and let out a several snarls of Atlantic, finally my brain kicked into gear I knew what it was saying (I also recognised that it was a Class B demon). "Don't worry priestess, apart from my mother actually being so alcoholic that Hades couldn't lift all of her spirits, I will do you no harm besides you could kill me with a power no demon, hero or god possesses on this world, magic." I was shocked. Me! I thought all non-humans could use magic in this world mind you I'd never thought to ask, I thought it was as natural as breathing. I also couldn't believe I could destroy that thing. As if reading my mind it barked. "You do not know your own strength yet, although soon you will. For there is a prophecy child, one that Apollo himself stated I believe though your father should explain." With that he departed, vanishing into the ground. I was utterly shocked. I had so many questions I thought my head was going to explode. There was only one thing I could do, talk to my dad.