Chapter 1

Andromeda

Hello people of the world! I honestly don't know why I'm posting another story, but I've gotten pretty far with writing this (24 pages!), so I thought I'd post it before I got too far into it. This is just a test chapter, so if it's terrible, please let me know so I won't post any more chapters.

Okay, I thought I'd just let you in on the new main characters.

Andromeda Grace Jackson, age eleven, daughter of Percy Jackson and Annabeth Jackson (née Chase).

Orion Lucas Jackson, age eleven, son of Percy Jackson and Annabeth Jackson (née Chase).

Hunter Tristan Grace, age eleven, son of Jason Grace and Piper Grace (née McLean).

Alexandrie Juno Grace, age ten, daughter of Jason Grace and Piper Grace (née McLean).

Okay, that's about it. I'll just shut up and let you read.

It was a regular August morning. The sun was shining brightly in the sky as I walked along the beach, listening to the sound of the gentle ocean lapping against the soft sand.

I loved being here. After all, I am the granddaughter of Poseidon, king of the ocean.

I stared off into the deep blue sea, thinking. Just thinking. I did a lot of that, as my grandmother is Athena.

Suddenly, I felt the cold tip of a blade touch my back. I froze, slowly turning to see who my captor was.

Oh. It was only Hunter.

He's one of my very best friends. He is the son of Piper and Jason Grace, two of the heroes of the Giant War.

He looked a lot like his mother, with his short, dark-brown hair and his tan skin. He had those strange eyes that always seemed to change whenever you got used to them. At the moment, they were a deep shade of blue.

I caught myself staring, and quickly looked at the sand.

"Hey," I said, studying a tiny crab who kept calling me princess.

"What did Orion do this time?" he asked, his sword shrinking back into a small silver ring.

I glanced at the two silver rings on my left hand, exact copies of his.

He knew me too well.

Orion is my twin brother. I'm ten minutes older than him, but he never believes it. Our Aunt Thalia always says we're just like Lord Apollo and Lady Artemis, but I really don't think I could stand being with my brother for all eternity.

"Well," I started, "he threw three spiders down my shirt. I hate that he's the only one not terrified of those creepy-crawly hairy things."

Hunter laughed. I love his laugh. Okay, a little off topic there.

"Mom got furious with him, and made him clean every room in the house. But then dad intervened and let him off easy. Only twenty minutes timeout. I hate it when dad sides with him."

"Hey, your dads still pretty cool," Hunter said. "He can move the oceans, cause giant hurricanes, split open huge glaciers with his sword…"

"Yeah," I said, "and your dad can fly, cause thunder storms, and tell every other living thing what to do."

"So, we both have awesome dads. Case closed."

"No, it's just, agh! You boys are so impossible!"

"Thank you very much," he said, bowing slightly. "Now, would you like a ride to the arena today, your highness?"

He gave me a goofy smile, and I had to suppress giggles. I nodded slowly.

Without warning, he grabbed my wrist and jumped into the air. Soon I was dangling over the hard earth.

"Gods I hate you…" I muttered, trying not to look down.

"Love you too, Annie."

"DON'T CALL ME ANNIE!" I yelled.

He laughed and grabbed my other wrist, making sure I wouldn't plummet to the hard ground anytime soon.

When we were over the arena, he let me drop. My one-week training at Camp Jupiter kicked in (I really hated it there), and I rolled as soon as I touched earth. I love giant eagles.

I landed in the middle of the Big Three's kid's training.

Every child (and grandchild) of the Big Three trained together, since there were still so few of them. There were three children of Zeus, one child of Hades, and two children of Poseidon (I guess they're too busy ruling their separate civilizations and running from their wives to bother with children). There are also several grandchildren (like me) who join them in their daily activities.

My brother was dueling Esther, the youngest child of Hades. I landed right on top of him, knocking him over long enough for Esther to recover.

She smiled at me gratefully and pointed her sword down at his neck, winning that round.

"Really, Annie?" he asked. Did I ever mention that I HATE that nickname?

I laughed and helped him up.

For twins, we looked absolutely nothing alike.

I had curly black hair and bright, sparkly blue eyes I'd inherited from my grandmother. There were little freckles around the tops of my cheekbones, and a large circle of red on both cheeks.

Orion, on the other hand, had short-cropped blonde hair and sea-green eyes. He was much tanner than I was, and he had a long scar running down the length of his arm given to him by yours truly. I got into the Athena cabin armory was I was two, and you can probably guess what happened next.

He scowled at me, his sea-green eyes almost unnerving. But I was saved by a horn blowing in the distance.

Lunch!

We all ran toward the dining pavilion, trying to get there first. And trust me, when you're fighting two brothers, two sons of Poseidon who were seventeen and loved to push me around, and one large Cyclops for the two spots farthest from the Aphrodite table, it can turn into an all-out brawl.

Yes, I sadly have a mostly male family on my father's side. I do have two female aunts, but one is a serious athlete who lives in Seattle and the other is a daughter of Neptune who ran away from the legion two years ago and was never heard from again. My other aunts consist of five mortals and a daughter of Mars who hates my guts. Sure, you drench someone one time and suddenly you're put in their bad graces.

I also have two brothers: Orion and Dylan. Dylan is three years younger than us and is too much of a nerd for his own good. Sure, I like reading. Give me a homework assignment and I'll get it and the next one finished. But I do that so I don't have to deal with it later; this kid will redo lessons in his textbook a thousand times over and still have time to help out with my mom's architecture company and do our taxes. Where did I go wrong with him?

I'd gone eleven years without a lot of girliness in my life until my mom announced that she was having a baby last spring. Once we found out that it was going to be a girl two weeks ago, we'd been showered in pink frilly dresses and princess dolls. We got plenty of hand-me-downs from friends and family, things my mother never thought of putting me in, but she accepted everything with a smile.

Anyway, I got off topic. Blame ADHD and… SQUIRREL!

As Orion argued with the two sons of Poseidon, tried to tackle Dylan, to no avail. He slipped underneath me and pulled over our Cyclops cousin, claiming the seats. I sat down with a huff on the other side.

We ate a lovely lunch. I'd always had a fascination with blue things, so my cup was filled with blue lemonade, and there were blue fries next to my blue hamburger. Did I ever mention that I love blue?

After lunch, we had free time. That meant you could do absolutely anything (except leave camp, or start another apocalypse).

I decided to go see my mother. Most kids would be mortified at that thought, but my parents are probably better than theirs.

My mother ran away when she was seven. She's been sliced, bruised, and almost killed from a stab wound when she was sixteen. And she saved the world. Twice. That gets you major points in the "cool" category.

Also, my father's been the hero of two prophecies. He defeated a Minotaur, at least five giants, and a goddess (tell you about that some other time).

But I just thought of them like normal demigod parents. Wow, that sentence didn't even sound normal. MY MIND'S GOING TO EXPLODE!

I ran up to the Big House, climbing up onto the deck. I saw my mother and Piper sitting on the deck, talking about whatever they talked about. You'd think living within a couple miles of each other for the last nine years would limit your conversations to a few things that happened around the house, but they still found a way to talk for hours.

My mother's stomach was bulging with the fourth another addition to our family. She had one hand absentmindedly sitting on her abdomen, the other moving around as she talked.

"Hello Gracie," Piper said, noticing me first.

Finally, someone who didn't use my evil nickname, Annie. Only the boys in my family and Hunter dared to use the name.

"Hello Piper," I said politely. "How was California?"

She'd pulled her daughters to visit their grandfather for the last week, and they'd come back exhausted but pampered. Their grandfather bought them sparkly jewelry and expensive toys while my grandfathers spent most of the time talking about English and old-fashioned planes.

"It was fine," she said happily. "Have you seen…?"

She was cut off by a loud scream in the distance. Hunter and Alexandrie, one of his sisters, came running toward the Big House with two giant owls chasing them. Orion was screaming right alongside his friend, as terrified of the creatures as our father.

As soon as they were all cowering behind their mothers, a third owl fluttered down from the sky and dropped a small envelope on my head.

The other two owls dropped letters as well, and they all flew away, disappearing into the clouds.

There was silence for a few moments until I looked at the front of my letter. It read:

Andromeda Jackson

Camp Half-Blood, Half-Blood Hill, Farm Road 3.141

Long Island, New York 11954

Big House, Deck, Third Blue Chair to the Right

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